Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Chapter 70 Reborn With the Infinite God...

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**What is a god?**

A being beyond comprehension.

Immortal. Untouchable.

But what do we call a being *above* a god?

**A Devil.**

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The air was heavy, thick with tension as the battlefield trembled beneath the sheer weight of the entities that stood within it. The walls of the ancient cave shuddered as the dark presence of a god loomed over it, Mictlantecuhtli's skeletal visage illuminated by the dim glow of eerie, ghostly flames flickering from the cavern's depths.

Axel stood at the center, but he was no longer the man he once was. His body had transformed. Dark fumes of malevolent energy oozed from every pore of his skin. His fingers—up to his elbows—had become black and shimmering, resembling dark metal. His eyes, black as the void, gleamed with crimson irises that pulsed like the heartbeat of something long dead.

His once deep red hair had turned to a pitch black, flowing like tendrils of shadow. And the aura around him… it was suffocating.

From somewhere deep in Axel's mind, a voice resonated.

**[Cursed Devourer Job Class Unlocked.]**

Mictlantecuhtli, the god of death, froze as his ancient eyes widened in disbelief. He had felt many things in his endless existence, but this… *this* was beyond anything he could have foreseen.

"Impossible!" The god rasped, his voice rattling like dry bones in a crypt. His skull jerked back in shock, his empty eye sockets bulging as though they could see more than the physical world.

Axel smirked, his voice cold and unwavering. "What's wrong, *god*? Scared?" His voice reverberated with a low growl that seemed to echo from the very shadows around them.

Mictlantecuhtli's momentary shock dissolved, replaced by a wicked grin that split his skeletal face. He stretched his gaunt body, cracking bones reverberating in the cave, as his ancient confidence returned. "So, you think unlocking some paltry new power will save you, mortal? Allow me to show you what a god can do."

With a sudden burst of motion, Mictlantecuhtli lunged forward at blinding speed, his skeletal form moving faster than the eye could follow. His fist shot toward Axel, the very air distorting around it.

But Axel didn't flinch. His hand shot up with impossible precision, catching Mictlantecuhtli's fist in mid-air. The sheer force of the collision shook the cave, sending debris flying, but Axel remained unmoved. His grip tightened as dark tendrils of energy snaked up his arm, amplifying his strength.

Mictlantecuhtli's eyes widened again, but before he could react, Axel's foot swung up in a powerful arc, smashing into the god's jaw with a sickening crack. The force of the blow sent Mictlantecuhtli stumbling backward, his form wavering from the unexpected impact. But Axel wasn't done.

He closed the distance with terrifying speed, his elbow crashing into the god's face, accompanied by the sound of shattering bone. Explore more stories with m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

"How... how could this be?!" Mictlantecuhtli snarled, his voice thick with rage. He could not comprehend how a mere mortal could land a blow on him—much less hurt him.

His anger reached its boiling point. With a feral growl, Mictlantecuhtli stretched both of his bony hands toward Axel. Dark energy gathered between his palms, coalescing into a void of nothingness. "You dare defy a god? I will obliterate you!" he roared, unleashing a beam of pure void energy, the kind that could erase anything it touched from existence.

Axel stood his ground, his eyes narrowing. With a swift tilt of his head, he dodged the beam effortlessly, letting it crash into the cave wall behind him, vaporizing a massive section of the stone. The ground shook violently, but Axel's focus was unyielding. He could sense Mictlantecuhtli's panic beneath the god's arrogance.

In an instant, Axel was upon him again, his fists crackling with dark mana. He swung with a power that sent ripples through the air itself. Mictlantecuhtli, desperate, summoned dark, whip-like tendrils from the ground. The whips lashed out at Axel, one after the other.

Axel ducked, evading the first with ease. Another whip came down, aimed straight for his skull. At the last moment, he shifted, letting it graze past him by mere inches.

'He's getting desperate,' Axel thought, analyzing Mictlantecuhtli's pattern of attacks. He saw through them now. He could see *everything*.

Mictlantecuhtli, realizing his usual methods were failing, placed his bony hand on the ground, channeling his mana. The earth trembled beneath Axel's feet, splitting open as skeletal knights rose from the ground. There were dozens of them, clad in decayed armor, their empty eyes glowing with an unholy light as they raised bone-like swords and axes, rushing toward Axel with murderous intent.

'Stalling for time,' Axel mused.

He dashed forward, meeting the skeleton army head-on. The first skeleton swung its sword, but Axel was faster. His foot connected with its chest, sending it crumbling into dust. Another skeleton, axe raised high, charged at him, aiming to cleave him in half. But the moment was frozen in Axel's perception. Time itself seemed to slow.

The skeleton's movements, once swift, became sluggish and predictable.

Axel raised his hand, snapping his fingers. A soundless pulse of energy rippled outward. The skeletons, in mid-attack, crumbled into dust, disintegrating as if they had never existed.

The god's tricks were no match for Axel's newfound power.

"No more of your cheap games," Axel growled, his voice dark and filled with menace. His patience was running thin.

Mictlantecuhtli's grin had faded. He could feel it now—his very essence being drained. His strength was slipping away. "I'm not... the real Mictlantecuhtli..." he wheezed, blood trickling from his skeletal nose, a sign of his weakening state.

Axel's eyes flared. "Then you're just as useless as you look." He appeared before the god in the blink of an eye, his fist driving into Mictlantecuhtli's skull with a force that shattered bone. The god staggered backward, his jaw hanging by mere threads of sinew.

But Mictlantecuhtli wasn't done yet. He caught Axel's fist before the next blow could land, a look of desperate determination in his hollow eyes. "You... you may have grown stronger, mortal, but I am a god. You cannot hope to—"

"Hah!" Axel's laugh was cold and mocking. "I already devoured your power. And now… I'm devouring your soul." He leaned in closer, his voice a sinister whisper. "A god may not die of decay, but your soul is another matter entirely."

Mictlantecuhtli's eyes went wide with terror as the truth dawned on him. His strength was being drained. His very essence was being consumed by Axel. "How... how did you know...?" he rasped.

Axel wrenched his fist free from the god's grip. "I can see everything about you. Your moves, your powers... your weaknesses. You're no god. You're just another obstacle in my way."

Mictlantecuhtli collapsed to the ground, his body crumbling as his life force was drained from him. He tried to speak, but no words came. Only the hollow sound of his final breath echoed in the empty cavern.

**[You have leveled up.]**

**[You have leveled up.]**

The notifications rang out, one after the other, as Axel's power surged. His aura pulsed with newfound strength, his body humming with energy.

"Hahaha! Your soul is rich, god. No wonder you held such power." Axel's laughter echoed in the cave, dark and triumphant.

Mictlantecuhtli's fading voice cut through his laughter, weak but defiant. "When the others come... all that you've gained... it will be nothing but a curse."

Mictlantecuhtli's final breath escaped his crumbling form.

And then there was silence.

***Author's note***

I'm tired... Barely managed to type 3 for today, thanks for reading.