Chapter 920
The power of the distorted constellation began to fade. The power of stars that had subtly permeated Tionis—brought down along with the meteor—was now gradually dissipating. Yet, at the same time, the world itself began to tremble.
Davey knew this vibration was imperceptible to ordinary living beings.
‘Guess that means I’m no longer something that can be called human.’
Awakening high-tier divinity as a higher demigod wasn’t entirely a blessing.
He was constantly hearing that things should be done in a certain way, as if his brain was a rowdy town hall. Some of the voices were also saying that, since the world was moving in a specific direction, adjustments had to be made to follow suit—it was maddening.
It felt as if someone or something was whispering to him nonstop. The formless, soundless murmurs had no sense of time, bothering him constantly, enough to push him to the brink of insanity.
Davey decided to tap the elderly brain trust at the Hall of Heroes, desperate to silence the maddening dissonance. He first had to endure Odin’s relentless magic attacks before finally discovering a way to suppress his power and lower his levels temporarily.
The cacophony gradually subsided, and his senses returned to normal. He quietly exited the altar afterward.
At this point, it was clear—every servant and creation of the constellations must be ruthlessly put dow—