The Strongest War God

Chapter 2023: The Unlucky Gadin Jennings Chapter 2023: The Unlucky Gadin Jennings Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Inside, all the transcendents were human.

It seemed as though they were cut off from the world, entirely isolated with no contact with the outside.

In a remote mountain range lay a vast tribe of tens of thousands.

Among them was a young man with red lips and white teeth, full of life.

At times, he’d catch sparrows; other times, he’d simply lie in the sun, hands behind his head, gazing skyward in deep thought—carefree.  This young man had vanished the moment Gadin Jennings attempted to spy on him, as if a powerful force had intervened to prevent it.

“Lord Gadin…” “Do you think you can hide this from me?” Gadin shook his head.  In the past, he’d mastered the hibernation better than anyone, even Kreig Jordahl.

Nothing could escape his sight—not even a hidden presence.

“This has nothing to do with cultivation,” he murmured.

“Even ants fight to survive,” he said slowly, his figure solitary.

“I told you, I’m indifferent.

I’ve gained your path and helped you explore the path ahead.

There is great terror lying in wait.

If you can avoid it, you’ll find a new path for yourself.” As Gadin was about to leave, his devilish face froze.  He’d noticed a familiar aura and saw familiar faces in other small worlds.

“Isn’t that kid…” Gadin’s expression hardened.

“Enemies meet again!” he said resentfully and entered the larger world directly.

Kreig watched, puzzled.  He didn’t understand Gadin’s actions, but as long as Gadin didn’t enter the macro world where Kreig’s true soul resided, Kreig would not stop him.

Braydon Neal sensed the familiar aura of the devilish young man entering.

He smiled, “Senior, we meet again!” “I came here just for you.

With such a terrifying inheritance, why still rely on simple tricks?” Gadin taunted.

Braydon smiled calmly.

“It never hurts to know more skills.

Kreig’s path has its merits.” “Without a solid foundation and overwhelming talent, cultivating this path is self-destruction,” Gadin replied bluntly, then paused, realizing the truth in his words.  He didn’t possess the terrifying talent required for Kreig’s path—it was truly self-destructive.

Many level nine transcendents had been stuck for ages without reaching level ten.

Dreaming of double level ten, or even beyond, was fantasy.

Gadin didn’t care.  He’d surpassed level ten before and wanted to go further.  Kreig’s path could elevate him.  With a double level ten body or the three absolute bodies, he could surpass level ten with even more power than before.

Braydon knew Gadin’s visit wasn’t for nostalgia; he had other intentions.  As he expected, Gadin stared at him.

“The one behind you is a terror incarnate.

I can’t face the great terror.

I want to test the smaller terror.” Braydon understood at once, “You want to use me to mend your broken path heart, to confront the fear that lingers.” He wasn’t naïve.  Gadin’s path heart had cracked back when the mysterious being destroyed the Heavenly Court and killed him, leaving lasting trauma.

This fear would follow him forever, with seemingly no remedy.  But, if Gadin couldn’t confront the being directly, why not face Braydon, his inheritor?  By repeatedly defeating Braydon, he might lessen the fear bit by bit.

“Then let’s begin,” Braydon said, hands behind his back.

“If I win, I won’t kill you,” Gadin said coolly.  Winning would allow him to spare Braydon, letting him grow, only to defeat him again, erasing the fear in his heart.

“Only winning, never losing?” Braydon laughed.

“I don’t lose.” Swoosh!  Gadin moved, his palm filled with the power of transcendence, forming a sword.  The blade, sharp and invincible, sliced straight toward Braydon.

Braydon watched calmly, sensing Gadin’s intent.  Slowly, he unsheathed a black-handled sword, evoking memories of past battles.  The sight of the black sword ignited fury in Gadin; memories of suppression by the mysterious being surged within him, a mix of anger and fear.

Rage and dread fueled Gadin’s power, pushing him to fight on par with a level three transcendent, despite his level one state.

Braydon drew his sword with a gentle movement, no light, no flash—just a subtle, steady strike.  Yet, a cold gleam filled the sky, and the world seemed to shatter.

The sword’s brilliance shocked onlookers.

“This sword intent…” Kreig’s eyes showed fear and anger, all too familiar with the aura that once decimated the saint region.  Was there truly a successor?

As Gadin took Braydon’s strike head-on, his head was cleaved, blood spraying.  His path of transcendence wasn’t severed, but Braydon smiled, sword resting behind him.

“You’re not strong enough yet.

Don’t be discouraged—there’s a long road ahead.” “Damn it!” Gadin’s head reformed, his face pale.

The difference between them was too vast to ignore.

Braydon hadn’t even reached the transcendent realm, while Gadin was already a level one transcendent.  His higher cultivation was no match for Braydon’s strength, amplifying his frustration.

Gadin’s fear had only grown.

Instead of diminishing his terror, Braydon’s sword cast a larger shadow over his heart.

Sheathing his sword, Braydon had already decided the outcome of their clash.  Leaving Gadin alive as a “whetstone” would aid his ascent to new heights.

Gadin’s expression shifted as he glanced at Braydon, then turned to leave.  Staying would only expose his intentions, drawing attention from others interested in Kreig’s path—too dangerous.

“Lord Gadin, who is this boy?” Kreig asked.

“With his talent, he could rival my future achievements.

If you have the opportunity to ally with him, he may be valuable to you one day,” Gadin advised solemnly.