"Revenge? Tell me, who killed you? And why do you seek revenge?"
Owen glanced at them and asked slowly.
Though his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable authority. Mia and Ethan immediately lowered their heads, not even daring to look Owen in the eye.
As the older brother, Ethan was slightly braver. Gritting his teeth, he answered truthfully:
"The Supreme and Mighty God, my sister and I used to live in Lucas Village, leading a peaceful and harmonious life. But one day, Joseph, the son of Ryan, the tycoon who controls the mines of Black Iron, went hunting in the mountains and saw me. He… developed lustful desires toward me and my sister."
"He wanted to take me as his boy-toy and my sister as his concubine."
"When we refused, he tried to force himself upon us. I took my sister and ran for our lives, thinking that we would be safe once we returned home."
"But we never expected him to track us down with his men. Our parents, trying to cover for us, were brutally murdered. My sister and I were shot by his arrows and, in our desperate escape, fell into a pond and sank into the mud. In the end, we perished full of hatred and resentment."
"We became ghosts and originally intended to seek revenge on Joseph. But he is protected by a Sacred Vestige, and as newly formed ghosts, we were powerless against him."
"I hate it! Even in death, we cannot avenge our parents, my sister, or myself!"
By the end, Ethan's emotions ran high, his spectral form trembling with rage.
"Great God, please help us! If you avenge us, we are willing to serve you for eternity, even if it means becoming your humble servants!"
Ethan's ghostly body continuously bowed to Owen, pleading earnestly.
Mia followed suit, her ghostly white face filled with supplication and prayer.
Owen silently sensed the god mark on his forehead. As long as someone was within his divine territory, their past would be clearly recorded in the god mark.
They were indeed from Lucas Village, and with just a moment's scan, Owen confirmed their history.
It matched exactly with what they had just told him—their parents had truly been killed by Joseph, and their deaths were a direct result of his cruelty.
As the god ruling over four villages, Owen knew that his role was not only to bless his devoted followers but also to punish the wicked.
Rewarding the faithful and punishing the corrupt—this was the duty of a true Ancient God!
People must understand that wrongdoing always comes with consequences. Establishing order was the only way to prevent chaos in the villages.
"I understand. As the god of this land, I will grant you the opportunity to take revenge yourselves."
"However, I am currently in need of ghosts to serve under me. Are you willing to become Infernal Envoys and work for me?"
Ethan and Mia exchanged glances, their eyes filled with unprecedented determination.
"Oh, Supreme Ancient God, if you grant us the power to avenge ourselves, we are willing to become your Infernal Envoys and follow you for eternity!"
The siblings spoke in unison, their voices firm and resolute.
Hearing this, Owen nodded in satisfaction.
He had already explored the divine battle functions and knew that ghosts played a crucial role in them.
These two ghosts were, in fact, excellent choices.
More importantly, he needed ghosts to assist him with various tasks.
As his domain expanded, he would not always have the time to personally handle everything. He certainly couldn't be the one running around gathering ghosts himself.
After all, he was a god.
These kinds of responsibilities could be delegated to them in the future.
"Very well. Since you have agreed, let us begin!"
Without wasting any more words, Owen directly activated Necrotic Upgrade, initiating their transformation into Infernal Envoys.
Among ghosts, there were two major types.
One type was the undead army, controlled and enslaved through Necromancy, relying on sheer numbers to overwhelm their enemies.
The other type was the Infernal Envoy, created by upgrading ghosts and bestowing them with divine power.
From Owen's perspective, the undead army was like ordinary soldiers—expendable and reliant on mass numbers. As long as there were enough souls, he could always summon more.
In contrast, Infernal Envoys were akin to generals among ghosts. Their status was higher, their combat abilities far superior, and their numbers significantly rarer.
Owen had already grown familiar with his domain. Besides spreading his faith through missionaries, he also required Infernal Envoys to help him continuously recruit more ghosts!
"From this moment on, you two shall be the first Infernal Envoys under my command!"
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light enveloped the siblings' ghostly forms.
Their lingering resentment ignited like blazing flames, and their once formless souls were tempered in the scorching infernal fire.
In an instant, their ghostly forms transformed into skeletal figures, wreathed in an eerie, burning flame. In their hands, black chains appeared, coiling like living serpents around their skeletal bodies, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.
Etched onto their bones was a golden rune.
Infernal Envoy!
The moment they saw this rune, its meaning naturally surfaced in their minds, filling them with an overwhelming divine power!
At the same time, they felt their souls undergoing an earth-shattering transformation. Ethan and Mia looked at each other, stunned.
They could feel the infernal flames surging within their very essence—a strength they had never imagined possessing!
It was as if they had gone from being weak, helpless children to towering warriors of immense power in an instant.
The difference was simply too overwhelming!
They even had the distinct sense that Awakeners who wielded powerful elemental energy would no longer be a threat to them.
"O mighty Deus Initium, thank you for your divine gift!"
Now that they had become Owen's Infernal Envoys, his divine name immediately imprinted itself upon their souls. They bowed in awe and gratitude, offering their utmost reverence.
They had never expected Owen to be a real god—let alone that Deus Initium would be willing to help them!
"Go now. Settle the resentment in your hearts. Bring Joseph's soul back to me."
Seeing that their transformation was complete, Owen issued his command.
Now that they had become Infernal Envoys, Ethan and Mia possessed the power to rival Tier-2 mid-level Awakeners.
If they worked together, even a Tier-3 Awakener would not be an insurmountable challenge.
With his orders given, Owen returned to his divine statue.
Ethan and Mia, overwhelmed with excitement, immediately set off for Black Iron!
…
Black Iron – Nightfall.
Cold winds howled through the night, making the air feel even more frigid.
Joseph staggered drunkenly out of a tavern after a night of revelry, reeking of alcohol.
"Hah! More drinks, more drinks! I can still drink more!"
"You lost, girl. Time to strip! What a face, what a body—perfection! Just like that wild girl Mia from before…"
"Hah! Such a shame I never got my way with her. Maybe I should find a replacement over the next few days."
As he walked unsteadily in an "S" pattern, he suddenly shivered violently, feeling as if the wind had seeped into his very bones.
Around his neck, the crucifix pendant trembled slightly, emitting a faint glow.
But Joseph failed to notice. His attention was fully captured by a stunning woman emerging from a street corner.
That figure, that face, that waist-to-hip ratio—absolute perfection!
His throat went dry. Lust ignited in his eyes, sobering him slightly.
"What's your name, beauty? Walking alone at night is dangerous. Let me escort you home, won't you?"
The woman smiled faintly. "Sure. But my home is a little far. Are you sure?"
"Of course! Serving a lady like you would be my honor!"
Joseph chuckled, reaching out to grope her waist and chest.
The woman's lips curled into a chilling smile.
"Then take me to Lucas Village's pond—that is my home."
Joseph froze.
A wave of terror swept over him as he finally recognized her face.
"You… you're Mia?!"