A Close-Combat Sorcerer Who Loved Working Out!

Judge stared at Ren, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

In all his long life, he had never heard such a bizarre request.

Someone was actually asking to be beaten up?

If he hadn't felt completely drained, unable to squeeze out another drop of energy, he would have rushed over and beaten the brat senseless!

"You damned sorcerer!"

"Don't push your luck!"

"You've gone too far!"

Judge clenched his teeth and roared.

"Gone too far?"

Ren's lips curled in mockery.

"That's rich, coming from the Celestials."

"But today, I am going to push you around. What are you going to do about it?"

Judge was livid.

The bastard's tongue was vicious!

"Earthling!"

"Don't take this too far!"

"The Celestials haven't ruled the Universe for all these years by doing nothing!"

After snarling his threat, Judge immediately issued a mental command.

"Collector, activate your gene bank. Show this brat what we're capable of!"

Collector was something of an oddity among the Celestials.

His own combat ability was abysmal.

But he was responsible for gathering genetic fragments from powerful species throughout the Universe.

The Universe was boundless, home to countless monstrous races.

Some were born with gifts that even the loftiest gods knew to steer clear of. The Dwarves, for example, were master smiths by nature.

Other races had their own extraordinary abilities.

Collector had long since gathered all those rare genes.

With the Celestials' vast Divine Power, they could transform into those terrifying creatures at any time and unleash devastating force.

At Judge's command,

the enormous fused divine body began to mutate violently.

Rough, ancient patterns spread across its skin, giving it a primordial air.

Its body shot up to more than two meters tall, turning it into a raging miniature giant.

Surprise flickered in Ren's eyes.

He had