The Original Versus the Copy, Chthon Drained Dry!

Ding!

Your Infinite Devouring has come up with a bold idea.

As someone using a copy, you really ought to teach the original owner a lesson.

This is a battle for pride between the original and the copy.

Whoever has the last laugh will seize the supreme mantle of the origin of Black Magic!

The system's pleasant chime rang out in Ren's mind.

Ren nearly choked on a sarcastic retort.

He wanted to give the system a more down-to-earth suggestion about its outrageously bold proposal.

But...

The reward for winning this one was too tempting.

If he actually did what the magic wanted and won, just imagine the consequences.

The mantle of the origin of Black Magic!

He would be kicking Chthon off his throne and taking his place.

What would that mean?

It meant every poor soul in the universe who practiced Black Magic from then on...

Would pay their price straight into Ren's pocket.

Collecting rewards from everyone without lifting a finger? It was a gold mine!

Those gods on high weren't running charities.

Why else would they lend mortals their power?

They were all out to fleece them and grow stronger.

For once, the system knew exactly what he wanted. Ren gave it an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

No more hesitation.

Ren decided to test his strength against this ancient god.

"Chthon."

"My lord, times have changed."

"This is no longer an age when you can throw your weight around."

"Magic has evolved for so many years that it's been transformed beyond recognition."

"Today, out of the goodness of my heart, I'll show you the greatness of mortal ingenuity."

Ren spoke calmly, brimming with confidence.

As soon as he finished, he raised a hand and pointed forward.

A violent vortex, black as ink, instantly gathered in his