Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

"I know, so I need to temporarily take back the Divine Nature Force from you. Don’t worry, we’ve established a connection, and as my strength increases, you will inevitably grow as well."

The two were originally one entity; the information and news Gaven knew before, the Hands of Slaughter also knew, and solutions had already been formulated.

"No problem," responded the Slaughter Skull straightforwardly.

He could distinguish between permanent loss and temporary withdrawal.

Moreover, following Gaven back to the Material Plane wasn’t a bad thing.

The Divine Nature Force he previously possessed was given by the other party, perhaps there might be a chance to pick up more benefits that Gaven discarded, those things Gaven considered garbage could turn into treasures for him.

Immediately after the Undead Slaughter Divine Power was withdrawn from the body of the Slaughter Skull, he shrank like a deflated balloon, soon reducing to the size of an ordinary person.

Like a swimming fish, he wiggled his spine, circling around Gaven, and said respectfully: "The Slaughter Skull is at the command of both masters at any time."

This bizarre scene was somewhat eerie, even in the Bottomless Abyss.

"Build a body for me. If you keep shaking that form in front of me, do you believe I won’t break your last remaining spine as well?" Gaven was not at all amused by this scene.

The Slaughter Skull indeed couldn’t condense a new Divine Body, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t form an ordinary body; his abilities were there for all to see!

"Immediately." The Slaughter Skull didn’t dare delay; that form wasn’t his preference.

It was purely to elicit sympathy and compensate for some losses.

Now that he had obtained what he wanted, there was no need to parade around in that shameful appearance.

Countless skeleton remains appeared out of nowhere, converging around his spine, and in the blink of an eye, formed into a Skeleton Warrior, capable of rivaling a High-level Transcendent Warrior.

"Since consensus has been reached, let’s meet our friends," Gaven turned to walk toward the other God Incarnations waiting in the distance.

The Hands of Slaughter once again demonstrated his initiative, directly approaching the Ancient God of Death, bowing low, and said: "Record Keeper, I am willing to become your Hands of Slaughter, to cleanse all lifeforms that violate the Death Order, and to guard the world’s Death Order."

On the side, Gaven couldn’t help but secretly give the Hands of Slaughter a thumbs up; he truly knew how to latch onto power.

This was clearly preparing to wash his hands and rise up, securing a legitimate identity for himself.

Acquiring the Undead Power recognized by the Death God meant it was no longer illicit, but a necessary armed force.

Only by mastering a sufficiently strong power can the stability of order be maintained.

Record Keeper Yego showed no surprise and responded expressionlessly: "Have you thought it through? Once you choose to do this, you cannot recruit believers. No matter how powerful you become in the future, you will always be just a Subdivine Power!

When one day you become the greatest threat to the Death Order, you will need to forsake all your power to maintain this order."

"No need to think." The Hands of Slaughter answered without hesitation, "becoming a god is his dream, not mine. I will only seize the power I can grasp now. Even if one day, the Death Order proceeds, I cannot grow strong alone."

The implication was clear; that day would never come.

Just as the Bottomless Abyss and The Nine Hells could never be emptied.

"Great," the Record Keeper was satisfied with the answer from the Hands of Slaughter, "I will seek you when needed. In return, you can keep those evil Undead Souls as your spoils of war; you will be my final reckoning."

The political acumen of the Ancient God of Death remained as suave as ever.

Not only did he make the Hands of Slaughter a strong force backing, but he also turned him into a Prison Warden, to imprison those sources of unrest.

These evil Undead Souls, especially those evil beings who actively converted themselves into the Undead, shouldn’t expect them to return to the right path. To prevent them from continuing to disrupt the Death Order, the Bottomless Abyss or The Nine Hells is their best place to be; it’s part of the Death Order.

In this world, you can’t both make the horse run and not let it graze.

To better utilize the Hands of Slaughter, he must be given opportunities to develop and grow.

And that’s exactly what the Hands of Slaughter wanted.

After reaching an agreement with the Ancient God of Death, the Hands of Slaughter turned toward the Queen of the Succubi and said: "The demon contract Lord Gaven previously signed with you is still in effect. I hope we can continue to mutually benefit and jointly develop. If you are unsure, we can renew the contract."

"Nothing would be better." The Queen of the Succubi replied with endless charm, "However, I wish to have the contract renewed at Shendilawell.

I will prepare an unprecedented feast there to celebrate your birth, and also introduce you to a few friends."

The unusual appearance of the Hands of Slaughter did not faze the Queen of the Succubi.

In the Material Plane, the appearance of the Hands of Slaughter might indeed look too bizarre.

But in the Bottomless Abyss, it could be considered handsome, exuding an eerie beauty.

The current state of the Hands of Slaughter perfectly replicated Gaven’s Super State Fusion. The physical attributes were based on those of the Giant Bone King, and even if the three internal attributes weren’t an exact copy of Gaven’s, they were likely diminished versions. As for the Special Ability theft, it was unknown.