The Ashen God said, “Now, Crockta.”0

“You are here now. Elder Lord is a world on a different dimension than Earth, but I broke the boundaries with my power and brought you here.”0

She pushed her face up close to Crockta.0

“If you die here, you will die for good. Your sister and your loved ones will never be able to meet the man known as Yi-An. They will only be able to mourn while staring at your cold dead body.”0

The Ashen God, a fallen God, was the mysterious being who created Elder Lord. She connected Jung Yi-An’s soul to this world. 100% assimilation was the final number that connected everything. Now, he was both Jung Yi-An and Crockta, and their deaths were connected.0

If he died here, there would be no place for his soul to return. He would die for good.0

Crockta’s face twitched. There was an unknown emotion in his gaze, uncertain of whether it contained anger or sadness.0

The Ashen God said, “Are you afraid? Do you regret it? If you change your mind right now…”0

“Kekeke.”0

His laughter cut her off. The Ashen God kept quiet. Crockta was laughing, and a deep laughter resonated.0

“Oh Ashen God. You said it yourself, but you have no idea what it truly means, huh.”0

Crockta looked up at the sky. The blue sky of Elder Lord stretched infinitely. She didn’t have to tell him for him to know. The moment the assimilation rate reached its peak, he could feel that he...0