The force behind the white light had significantly weakened. It seemed that Goddess Freyja's power had also diminished. If that wasn't the case, then it was likely due to the weakening of the countless connections that God had established in this world.

Whatever the reason, Davey was certain of one thing. Purifying the now blackened river, or perhaps lake, all at once was a daunting task. If the influence of Goddess Freyja was not functioning properly, then the power he had received from her and could wield would be weaker. For the time being, Davey had no choice but to rely on his own power rather than the holy mana within his body.

"Do you think we'll back down just like that?!" Grave, who had been dragged and sucked into the dark, black lake, screamed at Davey upon his reappearance. It seemed he was quite resilient and determined.

"You bastard! You will never surpass our unity. The gates will open without fail. The day the gates fully open will be the day you die…" Grave cursed, his body slowly being pulled back into the murky waters of the lake. It appeared that he no longer had the strength to pull himself up and return here.

While studying the uses of the tentacles, Davey discovered that they still faced limitations and restrictions in this world, despite being quite immune to its rules and providence.

The world's providence was not a simple program. It wouldn't allow the opponent to continuously exploit and escape. They...