# 107
Chapter 107 – Erosion of Utter Darkness
The instant the prompt appeared, Lin Qiye’s eyes lit up.
When he read the final line, he froze, puzzled.
“Allowed to leave the asylum for short-term activity?”
Did that mean Nyx could step outside for a breath of fresh air?
Once she left, would she be mortal or still a goddess?
A string of questions flooded his mind. He shook his head—he’d figure it out later. Right now, something more important waited.
“Draw the ability.”
He gave the silent order, and the mysterious wheel suspended in the void began to spin.
The needle swept across the options; Lin Qiye’s heart climbed into his throat.
“Not Ultra Fertility, not Ultra Fertility…”
The wheel slowed, as if answering his prayer. The needle wobbled past the dreaded slot and settled on another.
—Erosion of Utter Darkness.
When the needle stopped, the wheel dissolved, leaving only those four words hanging in the air.
Lin Qiye reached out and brushed the characters; a stream of mysterious power flowed through his fingertips into his body.
Five seconds later, several lines of text appeared before him.
“
Erosion of Utter Darkness (Utter Darkness God’s Ruins):
With the primordial darkness corrode everything around you. All objects or living beings shrouded by utter darkness fall under your control (range and control strength grow with mental power).
”
He read the lines over and over, shock deepening in his eyes.
Unlike his previous [Starlit Dancer], this [Erosion of Utter Darkness] was clearly a tier higher—those two extra words “God’s Ruins” said it all.
Since it involved God’s Ruins, it wasn’t merely an ability; it might be the core inheritance of the Goddess of Night!
In function, Starlit Dancer felt like a support power of darkness, lacking the hallmark traits of a Forbidden Ruins, but Erosion of Utter Darkness was completely different…
This was the God’s Ruins of the Night Goddess!
If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d just hit the jackpot.
Suppressing his excitement, he carefully fed Nyx her medicine, told Li Yifei he was stepping out, and hurriedly left the Asylum of the Gods.
He opened his eyes on the bed, glanced at the sleeping Baili Pangpang, and slipped out soundlessly.
A moment later—dorm rooftop.
Lin Qiye walked to an open area, scanned for any surveillance the instructors might have planted, then stopped.
He stood there and closed his eyes.
The next instant, absolute darkness spread from him in every direction.
Like a drop of black ink on white paper, everything was swallowed—sand, air, circling birds, moonlight…
This was the purest, most primal black.
The darkness expanded until, ten meters out, it halted.
At its center, Lin Qiye opened his eyes.
They reflected nothing but night.
“Still suppressed by that anti-Forbidden-Ruins artifact…” he murmured.
He could feel a mysterious force shackling him, hindering the full spread of the God’s Ruins. Without it, he estimated the radius would reach twenty meters—about the same as his Mortal Divine Realm. Twenty meters seemed to be the limit of the “Zhan” realm.
He lifted a finger.
Within the darkness, grains of sand on the ground trembled, then rose to orbit his fingertip.
He studied them and nodded.
“So I can control every object inside…”
He looked down at the reinforced concrete beneath his feet and focused.
A thin crack appeared, as though an invisible hand tore the slab open.
“Control has limits; for now it’s simple manipulation. I wonder if I can rip atoms apart once I advance…”
He traced the crack with a finger, stood, and turned to a bird frozen mid-flight.
The next moment, the bird’s pupils mirrored the same night-black hue.
The restraint released; the bird fluttered once, glided in a circle around him, and settled on his hand like a statue.
Its eyes, deep and uncanny, matched his own.
He stroked its feathers.
“By eroding a creature’s mind with darkness, I can command it. Wonder what I can do to humans…”
“And inside this God’s Ruins, Starlit Dancer triggers regardless of night or day. My combat power here will skyrocket.”
He analyzed every detail, experimenting until his mental energy was exhausted and the darkness collapsed.
“Still too weak—only two minutes of uptime. Huh? Wang Mian lasts five seconds?
Guy’s kinda fragile.”
He pondered aloud. “Even with Starlit Dancer boosting me inside, the increase shouldn’t be this big…
Is a time-type God’s Ruins that much more draining? Doesn’t feel right—I last twenty times longer.”
Unable to puzzle it out, he chalked it up to “Wang Mian is just too fragile.”
Dispelling the darkness, he hesitated, then sank his consciousness back into the asylum.
“Thanatos, you’re back so soon?” Nyx exclaimed joyfully.
“Mother, would you like to go for a walk?” He met her gaze.
“Out? Where?”
“Outside the asylum—to the real world.”
“I don’t quite understand, but if you’re with me, I’d love to.” She smiled.
“Then come.” He took her wrist and withdrew from the mental hospital…
A moment later, on the rooftop, Lin Qiye opened his eyes.
He turned around.
There stood a noble beauty in a star-spangled black gown, poised beneath the night sky.