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

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- A hundred years ago, the virtual and the real merged, unleashing countless monsters across dimensions, revealing mysterious dungeons, and heralding the descent of dark gods upon humanity. The world entered an age of darkness. A century later, John transmigrate into this era of universal awakening, awakening the SSS-level talent [Divine Favor Tome] and transitioning into the god-tier class [All-Class Magus]! In an era where skills could only be acquired through relentless effort, he was born with lvMax skills. In an age where crossing class barriers was deemed impossible, he alone could learn the skills of all classes. In a time when humanity was on the brink of extinction, he effortlessly overpowered the contemporary geniuses and subdued the myriad gods and demons. Years later, John stood atop the constellation of stars, overlooking the mortal realm. Gods bowed their heads in respect, and demons knelt in submission. Countless beings eternally sung praises of his name. ---------------------- WSA 2024 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

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Chapter73-The Sinister Blood Blade

The blood-colored throne emanated a faint red glow, casting both of their faces in a ruddy light. 

Crimson Demon sat quietly upon the throne. 

Lucas gazed at the figure before him, seemingly still alive, feeling the familiar oppressive aura. 

His eyes were filled with profound resentment.

No wonder he had sensed the presence of Crimson Demon yet the sacrifice had failed. 

Here lay only the shell of Crimson Demon; even if he had offered his life, it would not have elicited any response.

John, too, was scrutinizing the divine form of Crimson Demon.

Only upon drawing closer did John notice that the wound on Its forehead was not as minor as it appeared. 

The crack, seemingly small, was pulsating with a faint golden light, from which John could sense a heart-thumping formidable power.