The First to Ascend to God! An Arm

Bang!

Their fists collided explosively before their eyes, bursting with lightning and fire.

Though he stood alone, the aura around him had already begun to rival that of everyone before him!

"You..."

The heroes before him all stared at Sun in shock, his displayed combat power exceeding their expectations.

The most crucial issue was not merely his strength, but the familiar scent emanating from him.

The scent of a god.

The scent of the destroyers of their respective worlds!

"Ah, what is it?"

Sun spoke with a somewhat savage expression.

"Are you talking about the aura on me? Hahaha, don't misunderstand. I'm not one of them."

"I merely ate one of them!"

Yes, ate one!

When the previous game descended, during the Chosen One's Game, Sun had naturally participated as well.

With his strength, he had been absolutely top-tier in that scenario. He had not cared about any rules and had quickly beaten the other players in the same game to within an inch of their lives.

Even now, the way he played games remained much the same as it had been at the start: mindless violence and a rapid clear.

In the end, when he was the only one left, that power belonging to the Chosen One "chose" him.

It was a mass of ambiguous light—the very power of Judgment that War had thrown out earlier.

But Sun had not wanted to be chosen.

Chosen to become a spokesperson? To Sun, that sort of identity was far too lacking in style.

So, he chose another utterly insane path—devour it!

At once, all livestreams were shut down, and the game area vanished directly. Judgment itself was absorbed into a subspace.

This had been an extremely unusual situation. In truth, when the Dragon Group members reported to Grand Elder Nie Jiutian,