I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Simultaneously, the stars deep within John's soul all lit up with a blinding golden radiance.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Pairs of golden eyes, some fierce, some majestic, some indifferent, suddenly snapped open.

Majestic figures, vast and awe-inspiring, emerged in the depths of the starry sea, their enormous forms nearly obscuring the brilliance of the entire celestial expanse.

Each being radiated an incredibly terrifying divine might, so formidable that it was unbearable to look directly at them.

This was precisely the vision that had appeared when John was awakened!

The Crimson Demon was utterly shaken, its composure lost, exclaiming in shock, "How is this possible? How can this human be favored by so many deities?!"

If it were only one or two deities, the Crimson Demon wouldn't have been so astounded.

Although it's rare for a mortal to be favored by several deities, it wouldn't be too astonishing for it, but to be favored by so many deities was nearly an impossibility.

To comprehend, each deity is a supreme existence; how could they possibly allow their Godkeep to worship other deities, let alone so many?

Yet, the impossible was unfolding right before it, causing the Crimson Demon to even doubt whether it was experiencing an illusion.

As the Crimson Demon trembled in its core, the myriad gods in the starry sea seemed to sense its presence.

They looked down, casting their gaze upon it.

The deities' eyes, as if traversing through the barriers of time and space, fixed on the Crimson Demon.

Time seemed to come to a standstill.

"Boom!!!"

The next moment, the cosmos stirred, and the starry sea quaked!

Infinite divine might cascaded like a galaxy waterfall, tumbling down from the celestial expanse!

A commanding voice resonated throughout the starry sea.

It stated indifferently, "Crimson, you have overstepped."

The Crimson Demon's pupils constricted sharply, its mind racing, as dark red power frantically surged from within.

It exerted its full strength to channel its divine soul power, attempting to extricate its consciousness from the depths of John's soul.

But it was all in vain!

"Boom!!!"

The heavens' divine might thunderously descended!

The vast, boundless divine power swept through, stirring up towering waves in the endless celestial sea, instantly engulfing the Crimson Demon's divine soul.

"Pfft!"

On the throne in the Land of the Blood God, the Crimson Demon suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

Its face was filled with horror, as if struck by a venomous snake, retracting its hand like lightning, attempting to sever its connection with John.

However, that golden divine power had already followed the residual traces of the Crimson Demon's divine soul, bursting forth from the depths of John's consciousness, hurtling towards its true form on the throne.

"No!!!" the Crimson Demon roared.

The divine soul is the most fundamental force of a deity; if it shatters, even a god would perish!

But the deities clearly had no intention of holding back.

The endless divine might, like a raging river, brutally surged into the Crimson Demon's forehead!

The expression on the Crimson Demon's face suddenly froze.

"Crack!"

A fissure appeared on its forehead, with golden light surging within.

This wound resembled the initial one, except this time the entity causing harm was not the same, and the injury was far more severe.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

A series of splintering sounds emanated from the Crimson Demon's body.

Fissures spread across its body like a spiderweb, densely packed and sprawling, making the Crimson Demon appear as fragile as porcelain, ready to shatter upon the slightest touch.

After a long while, the Crimson Demon slowly lowered its head to look at its own body, a bitter smile emerging on its lips.

It had thought that its return would be triumphant, that if it couldn't exact revenge, it could at least make further progress.

Yet, unexpectedly, it had suffered a major setback at the hands of a human just after awakening.

Despite the reluctance, the situation had reached a point where the Crimson Demon found a sense of calm acceptance.

It spoke out, asking, "Who is this person?"

This was the Crimson Demon's greatest quandary.

If it didn't even know who was responsible for its demise, it would die discontented.

No response came for a long time, and just when the Crimson Demon thought it would not receive an answer, a voice imbued with supreme authority suddenly resonated beside its ear: "Above the cluster of stars, at the end of the starry sea."

The entity didn't clarify further, but the Crimson Demon was taken aback.

It seemed to realize something, a look of enlightenment spreading across its face, "So he is the one chosen by that existence, no wonder he is protected by so many gods!"

Thinking of that grand existence at the end of the starry sea, the Crimson Demon's lips curled into an even more bitter smile.

It laughed mockingly at itself, "Dying isn't unjust; it's just somewhat unlucky!"

As its words fell, the Crimson Demon's body explosively shattered!

The fragments of the Crimson Demon's body turned into specks of starlight, dissipating into the air.

"Tss!"

The longsword fell, slantingly embedding itself into the ground.

Faint fissures emerged on the dark red blade, the eerie eyeball on it now closed, its cold gleam and sharp aura completely withdrawn, as if it had become an ordinary sword.

John slowly collapsed, falling into a deep sleep, a golden mysterious rune fading from his forehead.

Simultaneously, a blood-colored mark appeared on the back of his hand.

It was a blood-red eye, akin to the one on the sword's hilt.

Streams of blood-colored mist rose from the Land of the Blood God, furiously flowing into John's body.

Deep within John's soul, a slightly cold and rigid voice resounded.

It said coolly, "Crimson was indeed decisive, even giving away his Divine Realm to this fellow. To be honest, I still don't understand why that supreme being chose this human, who is as weak as an ant."

A calm voice responded, "That supreme being has their own plans, and we just need to follow."

The initial voice retorted irritably, "But we are running out of time. By the time this human grows, the entire cosmos might already have turned to ashes!"

Another voice sneered, "If you have a better solution, I believe many existences would like to hear your suggestions. But if not, I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

With those words, the entire starry sea seemed to fall into a stillness, thick with tension.

A gentle and serene voice suddenly spoke up, breaking the tension-filled atmosphere.

It softly said, "A century has already passed; what's waiting a few more decades? Let's give him some time. I trust the supreme being's judgment, and I believe he will surely bring us a surprise."

The stars fell silent, then twinkled a few times, seemingly in agreement with the speaker's words.

Subsequently, the starlight gradually faded, and the starry sea deep within John's soul once again fell into silence.

The sea of otherworldly flowers swayed without any wind.

The entire Land of the Blood God returned to stillness, as if nothing had ever happened.

…

Outside the Bones Tower.

"Boom!!!"

Just as the Crimson Demon dissipated, the phantom of the Crimson Demon in the sky explosively shattered.

The entire Crimson Realm trembled violently for a moment.

The magnitude of the disturbance seemed as though the whole Crimson Realm was on the verge of collapse.

Cracks appeared in the sky, revealing scarlet prohibitions.

Baron and the others abruptly turned their gaze towards the top of the Bones Tower, their eyes filled with shock.

Eldritch, utterly astounded, muttered to himself, "The Crimson Demon, it actually died!"

This was a dark god! Even though it had just revived, how could it just die like that?

Alexander drew in a sharp breath, saying, "What on earth happened inside the trial!"

Seraphina's brows slightly furrowed, her thoughts involuntarily drifting to John.

That guy always had a way of defying expectations.

Could it be that he had something to do with this again?

Others among the group also thought of John, given that he was still inside the trial.

They were already aware of the news that Lucas had been possessed by the Crimson Demon, and they knew that the Hidden Stars newcomer was John.

The shock in their hearts was immense, and Alexander was especially filled with regret, almost sick to his stomach.

But none of that mattered now.

John had joined Hidden Stars and had already made a name for himself.

It was unrealistic to hope that Hidden Stars would let him go.

Although many people thought of John, they quickly dismissed the idea as implausible.

Even if the Crimson Demon had just awakened, its strength was at least at the transcendent-tier or cataclysmic-level.

With John's power, he was unlikely to be even a minor inconvenience to the Crimson Demon, let alone kill it.

Just then, Theodore, observing the cracks in the sky, suddenly spoke up,

"Something's not right. If the Crimson Demon is dead, the prohibitions should have been lifted, but this secret realm is still sealed."

The group looked up, only then noticing that the secret realm was indeed still isolated by a layer of red prohibitions.

This meant they were still trapped inside.

Eldritch turned to Victor, speaking gravely, "Captain Victor, we can't wait any longer. We don't know the situation outside, please make a decision quickly."

Victor lit a cigarette, his gaze deep, "The aura of the Crimson Demon has completely vanished. I can't sense its presence anymore, and although John's aura is very weak, he is indeed still alive."

Everyone shuddered at his words.

Does this mean John truly killed the Crimson Demon?!

The group was profoundly shaken, finding it hard to believe.

Victor then drew his longsword and headed towards the Bones Tower.

He stated calmly, "He must have passed out. I'll go up to the twelfth floor to bring him down, and then we can all leave together."

No one said much, but their looks were somewhat complex.

This guy says he's going to the twelfth floor as if he's just going upstairs – how could it be that simple?