Death God Descends

"Jerry, with your intelligence, you shouldn't believe such an unreliable legend."

Dumbledore rose to his feet, his expression turning complicated.

In his heart, Jerry was a genius wizard who had surpassed him in strength in just a few years. His wisdom was unquestionably far beyond that of ordinary people.

Yet he had not expected Jerry to believe that absurd legend—that gathering the Three Holy Relics would make one the master of the Death God and allow them to conquer the world.

It truly disappointed him somewhat. Could Jerry, like Voldemort, have developed such terrifying ambitions?

Seeing Dumbledore's expression, Jerry did not need to guess what he was thinking. Somewhat helplessly, he explained, "Headmaster, it's not what you think. Of course I don't believe that gathering the Three Holy Relics can make someone the master of the Death God, and I have no interest in conquering the world.

"To be honest, if I wanted to, no one could stop me from conquering the world. I have no need to rely on such an unreliable legend.

"I just want to use the Three Holy Relics to see if I can find the Death God. There's something I want to discuss with him."

After saying that, Jerry removed the Shielding Spell and slowly released a small portion of his aura.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both widened their eyes as they sensed Jerry's terrifying magical aura.

What an utterly terrifying magical aura. Even Dumbledore and Grindelwald, known as the two most powerful wizards in the world, felt their hair stand on end beneath its pressure.

They felt that Jerry did not even need to cast a spell right now. His powerful aura alone might be enough to kill them.

Only then did they understand that Jerry's words might not have been a lie, but the