The Path to Godhood? The Dark Lord Breaks His Word

Voldemort blinked, seemingly surprised by Aaron's decisive rejection.

This concerns the God of Magic, and is considered a top secret within Warlock families. Aaron's easy admission of it seems somewhat Reality Stone to Aaron.

"I thought you'd be a bit tougher."

"A wise man knows when to yield to circumstances!"

"I don't want to suffer any physical pain; that would be too unfair," Aaron said embarrassedly, but inwardly he scoffed.

For any Warlock in the Magic World, the God of Magic is an unattainable being, one in a thousand might not even appear.

Their family has no shortage of God of Law, but these big shots are all living or traveling in other realms. Unless something extremely important happens, they won't come back easily. There are only a few records of them in the family tree.

Voldemort, unaware of Aaron's thoughts, assumed he had chosen to submit and nodded in satisfaction. "I like intelligent people."

"If I were stupid, I wouldn't be alive today."

"My second question is, is your family's deity still alive?"

Aaron frowned slightly, not answering immediately, but looking at Harry and the others with a meaningful expression, "You'll have to pay for this next step."

"Are you trying to bargain?" Barty Crouch Jr. said coldly.

"This is a fair deal, and the Dark Lord will definitely make a profit."

"Perhaps his companion's screams will bring him to his senses." Bellatrix tapped her Wand, looking with amusement at the five trembling prisoners. "So... who should we choose?"

How's Weasley? That little girl's eyes are really scary.

"Whatever makes you happy." Aaron yawned nonchalantly. "I've already sent away the ones that needed to be sent away, and the rest aren't that needed."

I've given them many chances, but they haven't seized them. They deserve some punishment.

Bellatrix's eyes twitched slightly, and an inexplicable anger welled up in her heart. "Cruciatus Curse."

"Sectumsempra!"

Aaron immediately raised his Wand, and the red ball of light shattered the Cruciatus Curse in mid-air.

"Looks like the hostages are still somewhat useful," Bellatrix teased. "Now you can answer the Dark Lord's questions honestly."

"That probably won't work."

Bellatrix, you need to understand one thing: I'm not a prisoner. Whether I cooperate or not depends on my mood.

"If you cooperate, I can spare them," Voldemort said dismissively. "They're not worth much anyway."

Aaron shrugged and continued, "That ancestor is dead. He gave his life for a great cause, bringing blessings to his descendants."

Is he dead?

Voldemort seemed to understand; this answer aligned with his judgment.

Even if that God of Law were still alive, he wouldn't dare to make such a fuss about the heir of the Gaius family. Even if he believed he had the combat power to rival a Holy Magus, he would still be nothing more than an ant in front of the God of Law.

Did he leave behind a method for becoming a god?

Voldemort asked nervously, his voice trembling slightly.

This is his ultimate goal. He is only far on the path to immortality. Only by becoming a god can he grasp a sliver of hope for eternal life.

"I don't know."

"Hmm?" Voldemort's burning passion was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and his gaze toward Aaron turned hostile.

"I really don't know," Aaron said immediately. "I am only the heir, not the patriarch."

Besides, I'm not even Grand Archmage yet, so telling my family wouldn't make much difference and would actually do me a lot of harm.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort gave him a disdainful look, but didn't make things difficult for him.

After all, this is a matter of great importance, and it would be unreliable to tell an heir who hasn't even graduated yet.

"However, there are other methods as well. I've seen two in the family library." Aaron stroked his chin and said, "Using these methods to become a god might have some hidden dangers or side effects."

"Tell me about it," Voldemort said, his interest piqued.

What do side effects matter? He turned himself into this inhuman creature in his pursuit of immortality. What's another sacrifice for eternal life? He might as well just give up being human.

"Don't tell him!" Harry shouted.

"Cruciatus Curse!" Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse without hesitation.

Harry lay on the ground screaming in agony, feeling the same Despair as Han Yi once again. Han Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You absolutely cannot tell him, otherwise..."

"Silencio."

Harry's voice abruptly stopped, Voldemort glared at him coldly, "Be glad you're still somewhat useful, or I would have killed you immediately."

"Mr. Gaius, you can continue."

Aaron ignored Harry's almost pleading eyes. What a joke! If I don't tell him, I'll be the one in trouble.

"The first type is to communicate with powerful demon gods who far surpass ordinary gods, and to serve them as servants."

As long as you honestly serve them and meet their demands, they will naturally give you generous rewards, including the evolution of your life form.

"Servants?" Voldemort smiled dismissively. "Slaves, perhaps?"

"Ordinary people wouldn't even consider becoming slaves," Aaron scoffed. "Besides, that's not how it works. It's just about aligning with a powerful faction to make things easier for yourself."

If you communicate with a benevolent being, you will have a high degree of freedom. Such a deity is high above and may not even glance at you for thousands of years.

If you've connected with an evil entity, then congratulations, they still won't take you seriously and will instead squeeze every last drop of value out of you.

However, they also know that if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. The reverse is even more Reality Stone; you might get what you want more easily, but the price you pay might be unbearable.

Voldemort pondered for a moment, then asked Yu, "How do we communicate with them?"

"It depends on yourself. As long as you are good enough, you will naturally gain the favor of the gods."

One possibility is that someone will guide you to a representative of the gods, who might then give you this opportunity.

One method is sacrifice, offering sacrifices and communicating through a special magic circle. However, the gods may not respond, because they have no shortage of sacrifices.

Voldemort snorted. He immediately abandoned the first option, as he was confident in his own talent. Relying on divine favor was somewhat unreliable. He also abandoned the second option, as he had never even heard of a representative of the gods. So he could only choose the third option, but that was also difficult. He knew nothing about the sacrificial rituals, magic arrays, or offerings.

"You should know about the ritual of establishing a connection with the demon god, right?"

"Oh! I really didn't know that."

"Lie."

"I'm not lying to you," Aaron said with a hint of helplessness. "The Gaius family has no records of those magic arrays, rituals, or even spells. After all, gods aren't without desires. Asking them for help requires far more effort than you receive, and what our family hates most is trouble."

"Then how do you know about this method?" Voldemort pressed, but then he quickly realized something. "If it's not the Gaius family, then it must be one of the other three, right?"

Aaron:...

"Here's a piece of advice: don't try to take advantage of them."

"Tell me which one?" Voldemort said nonchalantly. He had already dragged one heir into this mess, so offending another one wouldn't make much difference.

"Darwen's family is in charge of recording things," Aaron said weakly. "However, the Darwen Family is different from the Gaius family. Although they have rules similar to not participating in Magic World conflicts, it is almost impossible for them to drag their heir down with them as they did with me."

They had no reason to participate, and Lyon was more cunning than a monkey; you couldn't find him anywhere. As for Clea...

"I'm not trying to discourage you, but that girl's intelligence and emotional intelligence are far superior to mine. She's the undisputed darling of all four families. If you dare to make a move on her, you'll absolutely not be able to handle the consequences."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort's lips twitched, and he could only suppress the thoughts in his heart.

After all, we are still a step away from becoming Holy Magus. We should first achieve our small goal of unifying the Magic World and eliminating Muggle before making further plans.

"What about the second method of becoming a god?"

"Faith, an immense faith," Aaron said solemnly, "But it takes a long time to accumulate."

"I have plenty of time," Voldemort said with some pride. Although he was not a god yet, he was confident that his lifespan could rival that of a god.

"I believe that, but becoming a god in this way will have one's strength affected by faith to a certain extent."

And to put it bluntly, you might be competing with God for a job.

"It doesn't matter, this is nothing," Voldemort laughed. He had experience with getting on the bus first and then paying the fare later. What he feared was not even being able to get on the bus and not being able to reach the destination on his own two legs.

Moreover, his current goal is to unify the Magic World. Once he achieves this, he can then control the entire Muggle world, and a continuous stream of faith will be readily available.

To put it bluntly, this path is the best shortcut for him, so there's no reason not to take it.

"Mr. Gaius, I am very satisfied with this answer."

"I look forward to the day you succeed," Aaron said with a forced smile. If he could succeed, God wouldn't need to exist anymore.

"Did your ancestors leave behind anything? Like powerful weapons?"

"This..." Aaron paused slightly, thinking of the weapons Jeans had mentioned before, "There should be some, but I'm not quite sure."

"How come you don't even know this?" Barty Crouch Jr. said sarcastically.

"Nonsense, if I knew everything, I would be the clan leader."

From as far back as I can remember, I've been trying to avoid these responsibilities; there aren't many secrets about my family that I truly know.

"Then you must know the mission that the Gaius family has always had, right?"

From what I understand, your parents have been traveling the world a lot in recent years; don't tell me they're just sightseeing.

"It really is true." Aaron clapped his hands excitedly. "I've never seen such irresponsible parents."

According to Vico and the others, they are still young and don't want to waste time on children, so they entrusted me to the Butler for upbringing.

Voldemort's lips twitched. "Let's talk about your family's mission!"

"I'm sorry, I can't say."

However, I can tell you that this mission will not affect your plans, and the same goes for the other three families.

Also, here's a piece of advice: don't pry into our secrets. Salazar Slytherin must have given you some kind of warning!

Voldemort pondered for a moment, then laughed. "I have no idea what kind of foundation a god-created family might have, but I don't want to try."

The reason I went to such lengths to lure you here was simply to learn a few things, and it seems I've gained quite a bit.

"You know everything, so we can go now, right?" Aaron asked expectantly.

"Do you think that's possible?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow, and the ten Death Eater also showed a hint of mockery on their faces.

"Surely the descendants of Slytherin wouldn't go back on their word!"

"Did I promise you anything?" Voldemort asked with a smile. "I will spare them, but that doesn't mean I will let them go. As for you... I'm even less likely to let you go."

But don't worry, I won't kill you. Just stay put until I unify the Magic World and don't ruin my plans.

"In the end, I still couldn't avoid it!" Aaron scratched his head, twirling the black magic Wand twice on his fingertips before firmly grasping it in his hand.

It seems that the only option left for him now is to fight to the death. He is also very frustrated. He tried every possible way to buy time and even managed to hold off Voldemort, but the Phoenix Society is still nowhere to be seen.

Even if Bellatrix set up an anti- Apparition spell, the Ministry of Magic has plenty of Floo Network. Is it really that difficult to come here?

"You should be prepared," Lucius said.

Aaron nodded noncommittally. "To be honest, it might be a good thing to avoid the coming storm in the Magic World this way, but I'm not willing to do it."

"It's not up to you." Barty Crouch Jr.. drew his Wand, then looked at Voldemort. "Master..."

"If he doesn't cooperate, then help him out. Besides... according to the Gaius family's rules, even if you kill him, you won't be punished."

Aaron:...

Is it really necessary to be so blunt?

"Did you hear that?" Barty Crouch Jr. sneered, tilting his head. "Is it surrendering, resisting to the bitter end, being half-dead and taken back to the capital, or dying without a burial place?"

"You can't kill me, not just you, none of you can kill me," Aaron said confidently. At this point, his biggest trump card was no longer his Thought Form, but his immortality.

Even if Voldemort himself were to take action, he wouldn't be able to kill him. But if Voldemort were to discover that he possesses the power of immortality, then the small goal of ruling the Magic World would probably have to be put on hold.

"Arrogant! We are not on the same level as those Death Eater from back then."

"The quality is indeed much higher, which is a huge challenge for me as well," Aaron said calmly, then looked nervously at Voldemort, "Would the Dark Lord be interested in joining us?"

"If they can't take you down," Voldemort grinned, revealing a sinister smile, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"I regret to inform you that you will not receive reinforcements this time. My servants will buy you enough time that they will find the Department of Mysteries in ruins when they arrive."

Aaron:...

The case is solved; no wonder it took so long for reinforcements to arrive.

Logically speaking, Professor Snape should have informed the Phoenix Society. Harry Potter is still here; he wouldn't be so careless!