"Who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky and snag a fragment with something valuable on it."

  Lex’s casual remark instantly sharpened William’s attention. The young demigod, previously slouching with disinterest, now leaned forward, eyes alight.

  "Seriously? You’re not pulling my leg, Lex?"

  Lex’s expression hardened into solemnity. "Dead serious—though the odds are slim. Don’t dismiss these shattered divine realm fragments just because their ecosystems died in the void. Any shard could be debris from a fallen god’s domain, hiding rare ores or artifacts." To drive his point home, Lex cited a legendary tale of a scavenger demigod striking unimaginable wealth.

  "Heh, Lex isn’t spinning tales," Zous interjected, his gravelly voice carrying the weight of experience. "Every demigod trawling barren resource wells clings to that same delusion." The moment Zous corroborated the claim, William’s skepticism dissolved.

  "So… the area we’re targeting has these ownerless fragments?" Though phrased as a question, William’s tone left no room for doubt.

  "Scattered, but present," Lex confirmed. "But we’re sticking to the resource well’s inner layer, not the core. The inner zone’s crawling with demigods—perfect for honing your combat instincts."

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  William’s lips curled into a feral grin at the promise of chaos. With 35 Hive Nests churning out 350,000 Zerg daily—12 of them Transcendent-tier—he felt invincible. Let them come. I’ll drown them in chitin and claws.

  The journey spanned two grueling months. Even cloaked by stealth divine arts, Zous’ sprawling divine realm—a continent-sized 250 million km2—rippled the void around it like a stone hurled into water. No sane demigod dared intercept the ominous distortions writhing in their wake.

  "We’re here," Lex announced as they halted in a desolate stretch of the void. Zous produced a glowing card and flicked it toward William’s realm. Golden light seeped into the floating landmass like liquid sunlight.

  "A Tracking Sigil," Zous explained. "So long as you don’t purge its energy, I can pinpoint your realm across the void."

  "Wait—you’re not coming with me?" William blurted, turning to Lex.

  The older demigod chuckled. "If we tagged along, every fledgling here would flee. Picture this: Zous’ realm distorting the void like some eldritch leviathan. What’d you do?"

  "Run. Fast," William admitted after a beat.

  "Exactly. Now go stir up trouble."

  As William turned to leave, Lex grabbed his shoulder. "One last thing: If you encounter Longva demigods, let them surrender. They’ll trade their realm core and 10,000信徒 for survival."

  "Why? I thought we hated the Longva?"

  Zous sighed, crossing his arms. "Our civilizations share… complicated borders. We jointly control a massive resource well neither could hold alone. Publicly, we’re rivals; privately, bound by pacts. Their are permitted to ransom themselves during skirmishes."

  "Fine," William shrugged. "If they pay, I’ll play nice."