"Skill?"
Wu Heng's power lifted Spencer from the ground where he had been kneeling in worship. He shook his head slightly.
"I'm not actually that interested in the skill within you," Wu Heng said flatly.
Human speech rang clearly in Spencer's ears. This was the first time he had heard the Lord of Hell speak the language of humans.
Leviathan had never spoken to him before. Every time, communication had taken place in the prayer chamber, with the skulls of priests from past generations serving as translators.
Even during Leviathan's recent affair, it had only spoken human language through its identity as the Milkman because its true body had been forced to act.
Yet Wu Heng before him was speaking with his true body.
To Nailhead Spencer, this alone was an immense honor.
"Skill originates from the very core of the Origin Sea, a place that even creatures dwelling within the Origin Sea can scarcely reach. It is connected to the mind."
"A skill is a power that magnifies the mind, but it often magnifies more than just the positive—it amplifies the negative as well."
"If it had been before, you would not have been so eager to establish a hell on earth. If you had proceeded gradually, perhaps you would not have been so easily plotted against. At the very least, you would have had a ten-percent chance of defeating Leviathan."
"But while your 'pain' was enhanced by your skill, your 'greed' was amplified as well. Your body was strengthened by pain, yet it was ruled by greed."
"That was why you pursued quick gains and caused everything to proceed according to Leviathan's calculations. Of course, that was assuming I had not appeared," Wu Heng said.
Spencer's face showed sudden understanding.
He had not originally planned to conquer the