Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

Got it!

Judging by the situation, this Record Keeper’s Divine Nature Incarnation was going to become his exclusive scribe; at least until he returned to the Material Plane, it would cling to him like a stubborn plaster, recording everything related to Death.

Gaven could only take a step back and compromise, making a three-point agreement with it: "Lord Record Keeper, I don’t object to you recording our affairs, but please do not casually interfere with what we are about to do. Even if it goes against the Death Order, wait until after the fact to correct it."

The Record Keeper replied emotionlessly, "As long as you do not disrupt the Death Order, I will not interfere in anything."

"..." Gaven was left speechless; his earlier words had been for nothing.

Thinking it over carefully, there didn’t seem to be anything in what he was about to do that violated the Death Order, so he stopped wasting words with Yego, treated him as if he were air, and devoted himself entirely to his own work.

Under his and the Burning Flames Queen’s combined efforts, Skeleton Flame Mountain began a new round of pulsing; one Skeleton Flame Rune after another was forming, then orderly merging into Skeleton Flame Mountain.

These Runes were precisely the Revenge Mark Magic Formula just extracted from the Burning Flames Queen’s body.

As Gaven had said earlier, the hardest part of this matter was extracting the Revenge Mark Magic Formula.

Once that succeeded, the rest was simple.

Skeleton Flame Mountain was itself the Burning Flames Queen’s Soul Pool; inscribing her own ability upon it was a matter of course.

As the final Skeleton Flame Rune formed, with a boom, a pillar of Flame erupted from Skeleton Flame Mountain, shooting straight into the sky; the Burning Flames Queen’s excited laughter filled it. "Haha... it worked... it really worked... Aldridge, I can already see you... this time, let’s see where you can run!"

At the end of that sky-piercing Flame was a world shrouded in shadow.

It seemed that in the very next second, this Flame would break through the Plane Barrier between the two and descend directly into that world.

"He’s not our target today! Let’s carry out our battle plan first. I promise that once the plan succeeds, I’ll assist you with your Revenge at the first possible moment!" Gaven hurriedly stopped her; he had no desire to create additional complications.

The soaring Flames coiled and danced in the air for quite some time, but in the end they still did not break into the shadow world, slowly drawing back instead.

The Burning Flames Queen ground out between her teeth, "Killing him outright would be far too cheap for him. I want to repay, tenfold, the pain and despair he branded upon me.

I want to trap him in an endless Flame Hell, make him watch everything he shaped be destroyed bit by bit.

My Flames of Revenge will forever shroud him, leaving him nowhere to escape."

Her Hatred for the Corpse King Aldridge was already beyond what Death could resolve.

Especially now that she had mastered the ability of cross-plane locked tracking, she was all the less in a hurry; she wanted to toy with him like a cat with a mouse, until he would rather beg her to kill him.

Gaven couldn’t help but let out a long breath of relief; he truly feared the Burning Flames Queen would again be blinded by Hatred and act on her own, which would leave him on the passive side.

No matter what state of mind she was currently in, overall it was to his advantage.

Afraid that delay would give rise to unforeseen variables, Gaven urged the Burning Flames Queen, "Lock onto Triple Shadows Taharissi; I’m preparing to initiate Teleportation."

"Don’t rush to Teleport just yet." The Burning Flames Queen, once more driving Skeleton Flame Mountain, suggested, "This ability is even stronger than we’d imagined; it’s not just about converting the Revenge Mark into a spatial coordinate. I can also directly launch long-distance Dream Soul Infiltration upon it... If we succeed, what follows will be far simpler!"

"Long-distance Dream Soul Infiltration?" Gaven’s eyes lit up. "It’s worth a try, but don’t force it. The moment you find you can’t infuse the Soul, tell me at once and we’ll activate the Teleportation plan."

Soul Infusion was already nearly impossible to guard against; combined with Dream, it became even more troublesome.

Now with a long-distance reach on top of that, it was another step up the ladder.

Even if it failed, it would be enough to make that Half-demon suffer greatly, which was extremely advantageous to them.

"Alright." The Burning Flames Queen agreed readily, transforming directly into a Flamestorm that whirled madly within Skeleton Flame Mountain, the two merging on the spot into one.

The raging Flames blotted out the sky and sun, as if to devour everything around them completely, spreading all the way into another world.

...

Agrazte.

This was the collective name for the Prince Ubar’s Triple Territory, each of which also had its own specific designation: Lowind, Shadow Sky, and Watts, located on the 45th, 46th, and 47th layers of the Bottomless Abyss respectively.

Due to being under the rule of Prince Ubar, a Demon Lord, for many years, the three territories no longer lay in parallel, but instead exhibited varying degrees of overlapping distortion, somewhat like a sphere. Shadow Sky was wrapped between the two layers, serving as the sky of the other two planes.

Dim light shot up from this Plane’s ground, causing objects’ shadows to be projected onto the distant sky like black cylinders.

During the day, the sky here was pitch black, while at night it instead appeared gray-white.

Thus came its name: Shadow Sky.

This place could only be reached via Lowind or Watts; there were no Portals leading to the outside, and Teleportation Spells targeting this place directly were also forbidden.

Therefore, it naturally became the core of the Prince Ubar’s territory; his Capital Zelata, the splendid and magnificent heart of this city, was located here.

Just like his territory, his city likewise penetrated the three-layered plane in a manner unimaginable and incomprehensible to ordinary folk, composed by a twisted combination of three zones: Fog Town from the 45th layer, Galehasta from the 46th, and Black Flame City from the 47th.

Its unique layout, coupled with the bizarre Abyssal Construction style, made the Paths here bewilderingly complex; a moment’s carelessness and one would be lost within.

This absolutely did not include Triple Shadows Taharissi; this Half-demon assassin moved with light steps through the alley shadows, each stride precisely avoiding the ubiquitous filth on the ground, landing only in shadow.

The various pedestrians on the streets seemed utterly unaware.

The complexity of Zelata’s residents was in no way inferior to that of the famed Imprint City on the Great Wheel.

There were Demon Lords of all kinds from the Bottomless Abyss, Devil Nobles from the The Nine Hells, and all manner of bizarre races from other Planes of the Multiverse. Races that were hunted on sight in many planes strutted openly here—such as Mind Flayers, whose faces resembled eight-tentacled octopi.

Even Mortals were not uncommon.