The God of Victory without divine marrow and the pseudo-divine marrow incapable of evolving into the Divine Spirit Race truly were a perfect match, Li Zihan thought.
Then, following his instincts, he grasped the divine marrow floating in midair and pressed it against his chest.
The pseudo-divine marrow embodying the concept of victory merged into him without surprise, triggering the composite Authority of Steel stored within Veleslava and Rama.
Ding—your race is undergoing an irreversible transformation into a divine race. Would you like to consume energy points to forcibly terminate the racial transformation?
The system prompt announced the changes that would follow.
"No need."
Having long since established three character cards, the young man retained the part of himself that was human and allowed the panel of his Steel Demigod form to transform into a pure divine race.
The entire process was exceptionally uneventful—so uneventful that one might doubt whether the transformation had happened at all.
There was no ritual of igniting divine fire, raising a divine throne, and ascending into the stars. Nor was there any wanton spread of supernatural divine power, forcibly converting everything around him into an extension of his inner world. There were no phenomena where his words became law, or lotuses of the Dao bloomed everywhere.
Compared to a certain God of War who, when unleashing his full power, could violate every law of thermodynamics and increase in mass until he encompassed the concepts of heaven, earth, and the world itself, this reaction was truly far too subdued.
Yet upon closer inspection, Li Zihan, who had completed his racial transformation, now carried an indescribable aura.
Just as Athena inevitably brought to mind night and death, and Arteshu evoked war and slaughter, the young man, now scarcely connected to humanity at all, was the