The time had already passed midnight and it was already early morning.

Shanghai.

Old Philip sat on the rooftop, looking listless in the night wind.

"I've lost so much, so much..."

He murmured in his mouth.

An hour ago, he heard the exact news from his colleagues at the shelter.

Among the rebels executed was his son, Philip the Younger.

Regret welled up in my chest.

Old Philip thought back to his life before the end of the world.

Just as Xiao Fei said, he is a respected figure in the social world and has rich material enjoyment.

But after the doomsday catastrophe, everything changed, although he had always tried to be a man and continue to demonstrate his leadership skills.

In a catastrophic environment, without the support of absolute power, no means can be used.

So along the way, his relatives and friends left one after another, until tonight, when he failed to keep an eye on little Philip and let him run away...

How can the awakened ones keep an eye on the extraordinary ones?

This girl didn't blame him at all.

The only thing to blame is that he raised a stupid son...

But he was his son after all.

He was filled with remorse and unwillingness.

If he really had the power to overthrow the shelter, then why not indulge Xiao Fei and Pu's desires and ambitions?

It is this emotion that constantly stirs and rises in my heart.

A moment later.

Old Philip looked up in a trance, and suddenly saw a towering tree appearing on the horizon.

His form was like broccoli, standing tall, with lush branches and leaves that blocked out the sun. In the darkness, old Philip heard the call of the gods, as if expecting them to approach...

"I want to go there. I want to see the gods."

Following his inner feelings, old Philip put away his decadence and looked determined.

He leaped from rooftops, dashed through contaminated areas, and ran towards the skyline.

The process went more smoothly than expected, like running in both directions. What seemed like a long distance was actually very close. Old Philip soon arrived at the foot of the Grace Tree...

"Great and Most High Creature of Grace, I pray that you can hear my voice and my request!"

Touching the branches of the Grace Tree, old Philip opened his arms, looked up and shouted loudly.

He didn't know whether he should chant a spell or a prayer, he just followed his intuition and kept shouting...

After a moment.

He really got a response.

He heard the rustling of the branches of the Grace Tree.

In the darkness, it was as if there was an almighty being, from the depths of the higher dimension, glancing at him. Immediately afterwards, he entered an extremely mysterious state...

He felt as if he had crossed the endless starry sky in an instant. He didn't know how many light-meters he had traveled, probably a distance in billions, anyway, very far.

Countless voices, like crazy, flooded into his mind.

He couldn't keep those sounds, he could only extract the most deafening keywords from them...

"Demigod..."

"A demigod who can easily destroy a star."

Piecing together those unfamiliar words, Old Philip came back to his senses for a moment, and then his vision became completely clear.

He looked down at his hands, nothing changed.

He was absolutely convinced that he was now much more powerful than some superheroes in the movies.

As long as he wanted to, he could easily destroy the planet beneath his feet, comparable to Superman...

"Bang!!"

To test his strength, he stomped his foot hard on the ground.

It was like an earthquake. The entire area collapsed piece by piece because of his single step. No matter if it was a building or the more solid ground, they were all as fragile as thin tiles!

"I... I really have the power of a demigod! I... I am a demigod! Haha... Haha, I am a demigod!!"