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

Chapter 712: My Name is Sterl!

The faces of the four gods changed drastically. As fellow weak Divine Power-level beings, they understood the threat Diana posed. She was not just a divine being—she was a dual-authority existence. If she were to self-destruct, the power she could unleash would be so immense that, even if they survived, they would surely be grievously wounded.

So, the only solution was clear: they had to stop her from detonating, and the only way to do that was to kill her quickly, before she had the chance to self-destruct.

But with this plan, capturing her alive was no longer an option. After all, she was a divine-level existence, and while they had grown bored of women long ago, there was no way they were going to risk it, especially now.

Without hesitation, they unleashed all their Divine Power and divine authority, constructing a distorting barrier around Diana.

Immediately, the chaotic aura surrounding Diana began to waver, and the speed of her self-destruction slowed significantly.

For gods, this small opening was enough to take action several times over. They wasted no time and activated their strongest powers, launching a devastating attack toward her.

Seeing this, Diana calmly closed her eyes, waiting silently for the inevitable pain and death to arrive.

However, the searing agony she expected did not come. Instead, a warm sensation suddenly flooded from behind her.

Before she could react, two large hands appeared from nowhere and gently held her, steadying her falling body.

The four gods, who had been charging toward her with all their might, froze as if caught in amber. Their bodies became rigid, and the power they had gathered ceased to move. It was as if time itself had come to a halt.

Diana shuddered, filled with confusion and shock. But then, in the next instant, it dawned on her. A surge of intense anger and resentment welled up within her, and she struggled to break free.

Her body and heart had already belonged to Hades. She would not allow anyone else to touch her—no matter who they were. Not even an upper-tier divine authority could make her yield.

But then, a voice, familiar and irreplaceable, whispered softly in her ear.

"It’s me."

The voice carried a gentle affection, but also a powerful and domineering force.

Diana’s body froze, then relaxed almost instantly. Her perfect features showed shock, followed by disbelief and surprise. Her eyes quickly became red, and large teardrops began to fall, unable to stop.

This voice, she knew it better than anything. Even in death, she would never forget it. It was Hades’ voice—her Hades, the one she had longed for with every fiber of her being!

But wasn’t Hades dead? Why was he here now?

"Could it be... after death, one really gets to see the person they wish to see?" Diana muttered to herself, her thoughts a complete mess. Even her consciousness was beginning to fade, as the mighty goddess couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality.

"Dead? As long as I’m here, within The Myriad Worlds, nothing can kill you."

Hearing the voice beside her, Diana’s eyes widened. Her spirit snapped back into focus, and she instantly realized—it wasn’t an illusion, nor a dream. Everything was real!

With trembling hands, she slowly turned around and immediately met those eyes glowing with divine power.

At this point, he had no need to hide anymore. He had enough power now to support the revelation of his true self! He was confident enough to suppress any enemies that came his way. So, from this day forward, in the [Transcendence] world, he could freely use his real name!

As for Diana, he wasn’t the least bit concerned about any negative emotions she might feel. In fact, he didn’t care at all. Experience tales at novelhall.Côm

He had already decided that Diana was his woman, and since she was his, she would never leave him. She was like a child’s personal toy—hers to keep forever and no one else’s.

Diana’s eyes widened in disbelief, clearly caught off guard.

The identity of Hades was fake? His real name was Sterl? That meant, from the very beginning, this man had been pretending, even as he had been breaking her heart?

As Diana thought about it, a wave of sadness briefly washed over her, but it quickly faded. At least this man was real. At least this time, it was him who pulled her out of death!

She had actually suspected Hades’ true identity for a while, but when she learned of his fall and disappearance, all her doubts and hesitation vanished in an instant.

Now, she belonged only to the man standing before her, no matter who he was or what his true identity was.

Sensing Diana’s changing emotions, Sterl nodded in satisfaction. A wise man adapts to the times, he thought. This was how it should be. To be his woman, one had to have a strong heart.

Then, meeting the shocked, surprised, and wary gazes of the surrounding gods, he looked down at Eterna, who was being surrounded and attacked by over a dozen demigods.

Eterna, too, looked confused, his face full of doubt.

The man before him wasn’t exactly the same as Hades, yet Eterna could still tell at a glance that this was indeed Hades.

To gods, appearance wasn’t the defining trait of an identity. But the aura of one’s soul—that could never change.

And this man, who called himself Sterl, wasn’t even trying to conceal his presence. His aura spread out like a vast flood, so overwhelming that even a blind person could feel it.

Sterl smiled faintly.

"Eterna, long time no see."

As the words left his lips, the dozen or so demigods surrounding Eterna shuddered violently. Their bodies seemed to be filled with nuclear bombs, and in an instant, they exploded into nothingness. Their remains vanished, leaving not even a trace. Eterna was freed from the danger.

However, he didn’t show any signs of relief. Instead, his expression grew more complex as he looked up at Sterl.

"You... are you Sterl from Orichalcum, or Sterl from the Ashen Temple?" Eterna asked hesitantly, his voice laced with uncertainty.

"Long time no see?" No, for Eterna and the others, Hades had only fallen just a few days ago. But the man in front of him—this person who called himself Sterl—had an aura so powerful it was terrifying. From the aura, it definitely seemed to be the same as Hades.

Yet something about him felt unfamiliar, extremely unfamiliar, and dangerously so.

Especially with the strength Sterl emanated. If Hades’ identity was a mere disguise, then what exactly was his purpose?

Eterna couldn’t help but shudder slightly, his nerves on edge as he waited for Sterl’s response.