NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1090: Rebirth
The figure of the 'God' disappeared once again.
In Deep Furnace Castle, the cave filled with rolling lava and violent fire elements, space slightly distorted, and the figure shrouded in divine light appeared silently.
A dwarf inside the cave, who was casting a special item into the magma pool, suddenly turned his head to look at the suddenly appeared figure.
His throat moved, but the reproachful voice didn't have time to come out.
Poof!
Like a candle flame being blown out, the dwarf extinguished instantly and disappeared.
The 'God' walked slowly to the center of the magma pool's Heart of Molten Fire, where the scorching lava was repelled by an invisible force.
Then, the presence expanded perceptively, searching for the target's traces.
"Not here?"
"To even deceive oneself, such cleverness."
Standing there for a moment, the figure merged into the hot air and disappeared soundlessly again.
Only the Heart of Molten Fire was left to dim slightly.
...
In Mexico, a medium-sized survivor base established on an abandoned town.
At this moment, the base was already in chaos.
"Quick! Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"
"Damn it, this volcano bursts neither sooner nor later!"
"Forget the things!"
"Car! My car hasn't started yet!"
Panic cries, women screaming, roaring engines, and rude honking noises mingled together, creating a chaotic scene.
People ran and shoved like headless flies, carrying bulging bags, eagerly trying to flee as quickly as possible.
Occasionally, they turned to look at the distant volcano that lay dormant like a giant beast.
At this moment, the massive mountain was roaring violently, the summit spewing thick smoke, with ash-black smoke columns pushing the sulfurous smell into the sky, staining it an ominous dark black.
Hot red light flickered in the smoky clouds, as if ready to tear the mountain and spew molten lava out any moment.
Panic spread, yet they couldn't rush out blindly.
There were zombies outside; rushing out in chaos without military and protection prepared would only lead to death on the way.
Just as the chaos reached its peak, and the convoy began mounting machine guns and changing ammunition.
"Wait! Look quickly! The volcano... it seems to have stopped!" A lookout standing high put down the binoculars, his voice altered by shock, filled with disbelief.
People turned back and were all frozen.
They saw the thick, originally roaring smoke column shrink rapidly, visibly thinning!
The boiling black clouds and red light at the mountain top dissipated swiftly, the earth's vibrations calmed, leaving only the sulfurous smell still lingering in the air.
Within just a few minutes, the volcano quieted down like this.
All the survivors stood there dumbfounded, heads tilted up, blankly staring at the mountain that had regained its peace.
"Is it... over?" someone murmured to themselves.
"What exactly happened? It was about to erupt..."
Everyone was unsure what to do next—continue the evacuation plan or remain.
After all, it wasn't safe outside either.
They waited nervously for more than half an hour until confirming the volcano had no further activity, not even a wisp of smoke anymore, to finally feel a bit relieved.
"The leader said to temporarily stop the evacuation, keep the convoy ready. If there's any sign of eruption again, evacuate directly."
Someone shouted loudly, relaying the command.
...
At the volcano's crater, a sunken cave.
Hot and violent energy gathered into the cave at a visible speed, forming a dazzling energy vortex.
At the vortex center, a Fire Egg, about the size of a fist covered with red patterns, greedily absorbed the surrounding energy influx.
With the massive energy infusion, the patterns on the Fire Egg's surface became increasingly bright, and its size rapidly expanded.
Until it reached a critical point.
Crack!
A crisp cracking sound echoed!
A crack appeared on the Fire Egg's surface, followed by the whole egg shell breaking away like an eggshell.
A white, tender, somewhat chubby arm stretched out from the broken shell, exploring a bit dazedly.
Then, the eggshell was fully pushed open, and a child, about six or seven years old with skin as white as near-transparent, black hair and black eyes, stumbled out.
The child's gaze seemed confused, but soon, the look rapidly focused, regaining clarity...
And a strong alertness and sharpness rose from the eyes.
After confirming no danger around, the child slightly relaxed.
"The Fire Egg... worked?"
Wu Heng looked down, frowning at his obviously shrunken, white tender hand, and also looked around the completely dead-silent volcano environment.
Even having been reborn, recalling the power that killed himself, his heart couldn't help pounding violently.
He once thought that the chasm between ordinary professionals and heroes was impassable.
Now he truly realized, the gap between heroes and divine spirits was another world entirely, a fundamental distinction in life level!
His attributes, far beyond the ordinary, capable against three or four heroes attacking together, yet reduced to ashes by a mere finger flick from the other party.
"If I had known you were this strong, I would have changed professions," Wu Heng mumbled, and with a thought, attempted to summon the attribute panel.
[Name: Wu Heng]
[Profession: Necromancer]
[Level: 1 (0/300)]
[Attributes: Strength 6, Agility 7, Constitution 10, Intelligence 14, Perception 10, Charm 12.]
[Skills: Bone Manipulation Skill, …, Breath of Death, …, Animate Object, Lightning Binding, Mirrored Skill, Preset Armor, Modern Ken Mansion Skill…, Bell of the Dead.]