"The path to godhood invariably involves sacrifice."
Ilya fell silent, then responded.
"Yes... sacrifice..."
Tacro raised his magic wand, "So... if I am to become a god, what sacrifice must I make, my love? Ha ha... In the end, I am but a commoner."
Just as Ilya was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked towards the Magic Net.
The Magic Net, which had become a rule and integrated into the world, unexpectedly re-emerged at this moment.
"What exactly have you done?"
He wanted to take action, but it was already too late; Tacro was now under the multi-layered protection of the Magic Net.
Even more, Ilya felt an immense fear.
His control over the Magic Net had been stripped away!
"Do not forget, the foundation of the Magic Net was built by both you and me... and moreover, I still have a sliver of subsidiary authority over the Magic Net. This is the key!"
