Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

"You finally came out?"

"I thought you enjoyed being cornered and hunted down all over the Hall of Valor."

"Finally figured it out? An SSS-level guild isn't something trash like you can possess."

...

In the Assembly Hall, at some unknown point, groups of legendary players began emerging from various corners. Every one of them wore a sneer, looking at Sterl and the other members of the Twilight Guild with extreme disdain and mockery on their faces.

Don't be fooled by their arrogant demeanor; they had been observing from the periphery for quite a while.

They only appeared after confirming that the demigod behind the Twilight Guild hadn't shown up.

"Did your demigod lord abandon you too?"

"So, have you come to your senses and decided to transfer the guild to us?"

"Seems like you have a bit of brains after all."

The legendary players spoke coldly.

Upon hearing this, Sterl initially thought his guild members would be united in their anger and hostility. However, what he saw were averted gazes, and some even looked at Guild Leader "David" with a hint of relief.

The Twilight Guild members thought that these legendary players had a point, after all!

Originally, Guild Leader "David" had said that in a month, the demigod lord would bring reinforcements to save them. Now, before the month was up, the guild leader had already invited other demigod guilds for negotiations. What did this imply?

It implied...

The plan involving the demigod and reinforcements had fallen through!

It's not like the demigod would risk everything for one guild against numerous other demigods.

Not a chance!

David initiating negotiations early meant there was no hope of finding reinforcements, so he didn't want to drag it out any longer.

If there was even a glimmer of hope, the guild leader would have stalled for the full month.

The Twilight Guild members had already figured it out...

Today, they were going to hand over the guild.

As for the legendary players humiliating them, let them. For the past month, the Twilight Guild members had been cornered like dogs, often dragged out to be "paraded" in the council hall. What face did they have left to lose?

Moreover, the legendary players weren't wrong. They had been hiding, their guild leader had been avoiding confrontation, and they only appeared now out of desperation.

Then—

"Is that the Twilight Guild?"

"Weren't they hiding all this time? Why did they all come out today?"

"Damn! My scouting report is back. That guild leader is really just third class!"

"Shit, no wonder those guilds were hunting them down. If I were them, I'd do the same. How could such a trashy group hold such a good guild?"

"No wonder the guild leader didn't dare show his face; he's so weak."

...

For a moment, countless people around were discussing the situation.

It's clear that saying they looked down on and despised them was putting it lightly. In the Hall of Valor, it was a brutal world of survival of the fittest, where strength was paramount. To the surrounding spectators, Twilight indeed didn't deserve to possess an SSS-level guild!

Moreover, even though they knew that Twilight supposedly had a demigod backing them, the onlookers continued their mockery unabated because they had been doing so for almost a month.

And nothing had happened.

Instantly...

Sterl's face remained calm and composed, exuding steadiness. But internally, he was fuming: "Damn it! I worked so hard to organize our formation, thinking it would be imposing."

"Instead, we're getting trashed by everyone!"

"Are we at a point where even bystanders spit when they see the Twilight Guild??"

"Ridiculous!"

Sterl's thoughts were clear. According to the plan, he was to enter the Secret Council Chamber to deal with those demigods. This meant that the mockery from these onlookers couldn't be immediately countered.

They had no idea what was going to happen inside the Secret Council Chamber.

Even if Sterl managed to kill all the demigods and left the chamber, was he supposed to announce—

"I've dealt with all the demigods. All of you who mocked me, apologize now!"

What kind of a show-off would that be?

As he was pondering this, Sosia and Sonis, standing beside him, showed a trace of anger in their eyes. Clearly, they couldn't hold back any longer and were about to step forward to argue.

To them, if their master was insulted, it was their duty to defend him! It didn't matter if it was just a group of legendary players or even demigod beings; no one had the right to mock their master.

At this moment, Sterl gently raised his hand, stopping the sisters in their tracks, displaying an aura of a true strongman.

However, to the onlookers and those legendary players, this scene was just another reason to mock: "He doesn't even dare to fight back when insulted?"

"No wonder he's a third-class loser!"

"It's hilarious. Getting humiliated like this and not even daring to say a word!"

"The Twilight Guild really is a bunch of cowards from top to bottom!"

"How did this garbage even pass our Hall of Valor trials? They should be kicked out."

...

The sneers and jeers continued, as if the players were watching a group of clowns.

"..."

Sterl fell silent.

His anger flared up instantly.

Fine! Fine! Fine! So this is how you want to play it?

Damn it...

He glanced at the surrounding players, and although most of them had nothing to do with the demigod guilds and were just bystanders, Sterl made a mental note of them.

Later, he would make them cry!

At this moment, the members of the Twilight Guild were looking at Guild Leader "David" with a mix of embarrassment and resentment.

Come on, our Vice Guild Leaders Sosia and Sonis could have yelled back; it wouldn't have hurt. Why stop them, making us even more ashamed now…

However, at that very instant, faint sounds of air currents suddenly arose from various directions. No one's expressions changed because not a single one of them realized what was happening.

Sterl allowed a small smile to appear on his face, silently praising the timing—

Perfect!

Finally, something to break this awkward situation.

In the next instant, from the front, back, left, right, sides, and even underground, a dozen or so auras locked tightly onto Sterl. read-on-MVLeMpYr

Then, over a dozen demigods made their appearance. Each of them had only projected a mere thought, which transformed into an immensely powerful force of Suppression.

All the third-class and legendary players present felt an overwhelming pressure, forcing them to their knees!

The surrounding spectators, who were mostly of legendary or third-class strength, also crouched down in terror, gazing at the newly appeared demigods with eyes full of reverence and unease.

Only one person—Sterl—stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a true master.

He looked around with a cheerful smile: "One... two... three..."

"Why are there only 17 of you?"

"Where's the other one? Or has he given up on contesting for our Twilight Guild?"

While Sterl was initially shocked by the shamelessness of these demigods—

They had claimed they would meet in the Secret Council Chamber, yet they acted much sooner, apparently even against someone like David, a third-class, aiming to catch him off guard.

Ruthless!

Cautious!

But for Sterl, this was a good thing!

His previous worry about not being able to intimidate the surrounding spectators was now resolved.

At this moment, Sterl's stance caused a slight change in the expressions of everyone present.

"Does this Twilight Guild leader have some item to resist the aura suppression?" thought some of the legendary players.

"Now he vaguely looks like a proper guild leader, but being locked onto by over a dozen demigods, no item will help. Is it really worth it just to keep up appearances?" wondered the spectators.

"Heh, even at this point, trying to maintain dignity?"

"Fine, hand over the guild's authority, and we'll let you retain some dignity and spare your life," one of the demigods finally spoke up.

As for the other members of the Twilight Guild, they were beyond caring. They just wanted to quickly transfer the guild and settle this matter.

They truly couldn't hold on any longer!

Sterl frowned slightly. Such a standout moment, and yet there was no impressive effect…

He immediately shot a very unfriendly look at the group of demigods.

Sterl's expression was naturally noticed, and in an instant, one of the demigods frowned slightly.

"What, are you dissatisfied?"

"Deserves to die!"

Immediately, that demigod waved his hand, releasing a dark purple glow, which was the power of the Curse Law.

This special Law, once it hits, can cause extreme corrosion and bring various negative states, torturing a person to the point of unbearable pain.

The other demigods just watched this scene coldly, as if looking at a dead man.

They had already analyzed the situation. The demigod backing Twilight probably didn't dare to come, leaving only this third-class guild leader to stand up.

A third-class offending a demigod, even if he handed over the guild authority, he would still have to die.

As for the others present, they were too shocked to react.

Meanwhile...

High above the Assembly Hall, the Hall of Valor's building was not only vast in area but also towering in height. At this moment, a person was sitting on a palanquin carried by several incomplete-level demigods, coldly watching the scene below.

One of the demigods couldn't help but ask, "My lord, aren't you going to take action?"

On the palanquin, a young man merely shook his head slightly. "No rush."

"No rush."

A slight aura leaked from him, indicating that he had just broken through and was not yet stable. The surrounding demigods immediately showed expressions of extreme reverence because this person was—

A Supreme!

Even a newly promoted Supreme held a very high status in the Hall of Valor! The strongest below the gods.

And next to this Supreme, there was a servant-like figure, who turned out to be the missing guild leader from the 18 demigod guilds besieging Sterl's Twilight Guild.

He didn't refuse to fight for the Twilight Guild; rather, he had been forcibly captured by this Supreme and made to sign a slave contract, preventing him from participating in the siege against David.

However, this incomplete-level demigod's eyes flashed with a hint of longing and hope.

The newly promoted Supreme happened to need a 3S-level guild to embellish his status. By providing this information, he might even receive some rewards. Not a bad deal.