"O sea, you're nothing but water!"
On the fourteenth level of the Graveyard of the Gods, Olivier, Taros, and Dylin stared at the vast ocean before them and could only sigh at the sight.
On the fourteenth level, aside from the exit they had entered through, everything else was water.
"I like it!" With a splash, Taros jumped in. He was originally a Water Element divine beast; in water, he was completely at home.
"I don't like it!" Dylin said.
"Neither do I!" Olivier added.
Let's fly over it.
Unlike the thriving life on the thirteenth level, there was not a single living creature in these waters. It was a dead sea.
Taros returned to his true form in the water, becoming a gigantic serpent as he swam onward, while Olivier and Dylin flew above him.
After three hours, they finally discovered their target: a pale, sickly-looking young man with fish scales on his head. There was no doubt that this young man was a Highgod.
"Welcome to my world. My name is Magis," the young man said. "After waiting so long, only three Midgods have come. Could it be that everyone below is already dead?"
The young man spoke to himself, clearly very dissatisfied with the three Midgods' strength. He knew there were Highgods below, but he could not understand why three Midgods had come instead.
Still, it did not matter to him. He looked at Olivier and the other two as though they were food.
"How do we get through to the fifteenth level?" Olivier did not waste words and asked directly.
This young man looked like a corpse. He was somewhat frightening and deeply unpleasant, obviously not a good person.
"The fifteenth level? No, no, no. Three Midgods want to go to the fifteenth level? You're dreaming.