Infinite Evolution System Made Me Too OP!

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Instead of taking the conventional route to power, the Spirit had to rely on himself and the mysterious man. Thus, he had to take various unconventional routes.

Upon becoming a hybrid between a Vampire, Spirit, and a Plasma Spirit, he moved onto the experimental side of power acquisition.

The Spirit excelled in his study of bio-mutations. Eventually, he achieved a high enough level that he became the leading figurehead of a clan he created.

Of course, with the rise of his clan, the clan that murdered his family decided to come back for round 2.

However, this time, the Spirit was not helpless!

He fought back and even went on the offensive after the first few trillion years!

In the end, the Spirit triumphed over the opposing clan and came out as the final victor of their longstanding shoot-off!

From this point on, the Spirit tried to understand what his new purpose was…

For most of his lifetime, he had been fighting an uphill battle against those once seen as insurmountable mountains. But now that he finally overcame those figurative mountains, what was left for him…?

That was when he remembered something…

The Spirit recalled the time that a crimson-haired man gave him a treasure that kick-started his whole life. And after scouring the inside of an extremely ancient library, he figured out the true identity of that man.

The Spirit brought this matter up to his master. However, the moment he spoke that name, his master vanished—never to be seen again.

Although this occurrence confused the Spirit, he was already well aware of how eccentric his master was. So, in the end, he let him do as he wished.

But regardless of the input of his master, the Spirit already knew where the next step of his path lay.

The Plasma Zealot!

That was who he became!

Someone respected by all! Someone who would have the necessary authority to summon the Crimson God back to their world!

The Plasma Zealot got rid of all morality and began the massacres of countless Districts in the Southern Prong.

He subtly brainwashed all other Zealots who came into his territory!

He killed whoever got in his way!

In every sense of the world, the Plasma Zealot discarded every ounce of his previous righteousness, all in order to summon the one who created the world.

He wished to know why…

He needed to know what the purpose of all his suffering was…

And the answer he received to this question upon asking it was:

"Well, life is meant to be a long period of suffering. After all, can one truly appreciate anything if they haven't first suffered without it? Everything in existence will ultimately balance itself out. A perfect happy ever after… Well, that is simply wishful thinking. It is also a way of living that will surely spell disappointment…"

For some reason, the Plasma Zealot could feel a sort of kindrance in the way that the Crimson God said these words.

It was almost like he himself had-

"Anyhow, do you know just how many Districts you erased the population of?"

Azmodeus clearly didn't wish to speak on that subject any longer. Hence, he changed the topic to one that determined the livelihood of countless existences.

The Plasma Zealot knew something was up. But, considering how long he had been alive, he acquired a keen intuition of knowing when it was time to shut the fuck up. Thus, he glanced at the papers on his desk and said, "This… These are all the kill counts of the Plasma Terrors from just today.

I had those drones gather this information, and from it, I can automatically gauge just how much more I needed in order to make the moon… turn red."

"Pfftt!" Azmodeus spit out his black coffee. Nearly choking on his own spit, he shouted, "What the hell!? Are you damn well mental!? Did you actually believe that rumor about turning the moon red in order to summon me!?"

He couldn't believe the insane nonsense that was coming out of his mouth!

In response to the Crimson God's question, the Plasma Zealot's eyes erratically flickered as he started to profusely sweat. Then, with soaked palms and his fingers pointing above him, he stuttered, "W-Well, that would be the case… But, from very reliable sources, this was the way to summon you. S-So…"

Slam!

"Who the fuck was this 'reliable source'!? I'll wring him by his balls and drain him of all his blood before feeding him to the dogs!"

Azmodeus was absolutely livid over such stupid drivel being widely spread among the people living in his Infinite World!

However, when he heard the prime source of this rumor, his expression lost all its color as he muttered, "So that master of yours was really Harkath, and he was also the one to tell everyone that the moon needed to be red… Furthermore, he was also the one to recommend that you slaughter everyone and drain their blood. Ahh… I see what that brat did."

Hearing his ancient master get called a brat was a little weird for the Plasma Zealot. But, after guessing just how old God had to be, he overlooked it and patiently waited for the deity to explain his realization.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before a tired sigh escaped Azmodeus's lips. After which, he said, "Listen, kid. That master of yours… He used you all so as to lure me out. That damn brat is likely having trouble with the final step of assimilating the Divine Crown and the Sigil of the Divine. Even after so long has passed, that boy is still struggling… Hai…"

"???"

The Plasma Zealot's expression went through a great many phases as he was told one world-shattering discovery after the next!

"Y-You're saying that my master… all those lives I took…" He felt like he was going to be sick. But luckily for him, the Crimson God laughed off the situation before saying:

"You don't need to worry so much, boy. Simply do as you wish with all that blood you obtained. Oh, and maybe go get yourself another woman! You have been faithful to your late wife for far longer than 99.99999% of men would wait.

So, don't you think that your late wife would be understanding of your predicament? Also, try to decorate this place, because damn… It's hella depressing!

Oh! You also spoke of your purpose in this life?? How the fuck would I know!? Maybe you should just pursue whatever it is you want to, because honestly, I don't give two shits either way!"

After letting the first thoughts on his mind slip out of his mouth, Azmodeus stuck up a peace sign with his fingers. Afterward, he and that immaculate body of his faded from view.

In the blank room, the Crimson God left a bewildered man who was most definitely going through a mid-life crisis.

Azmodeus would've given him a little bit more of a helping hand. But, in the end, he opted to tell the boy's master of his disciple's plights.

With this in mind, he blitzed toward a massive world tree in the distance.

This was where that sneaky brat was hiding out, trying his best to rub two brain cells together and make a breakthrough into the Divine Rank…

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