I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Yina stretched out her tiny hand into the air, closing her eyes as she observed the pitch-black mind sea, her brow furrowing slightly.

"What in the world is he doing? Does he even want to live anymore? Does he not want to live? Next time he plans to die, could he at least give me a heads-up? That way, I can find someone else!"

Yina grumbled, but then realized that she couldn't make any contact with John's mind power at all!

Meanwhile, murmurs seemed to be coming from above this part of the spirit realm.

Yina's face turned pale instantly.

"How did this guy come into contact with the dark god?!"

"Wasn't that guy in the Godforsaken Land? How has he come out now, and how did he get connected with this brat?"

Yina fluttered quickly, her path marked by a trail of glittering lights that sprinkled over the dark sea surface.

Soon where she had flown, the sea seemed to calm, and the water slowly turned blue.

Only a small dark patch in the distance remained untouched no matter what.

Yina was well aware that this was because John's consciousness was moving closer to the dark god.

Although this guy originally possessed the power of god, the dark god was not an easy entity to deal with—otherwise, he wouldn't have been cast down to the Godforsaken Land by the other gods!

The original twelve prime gods… now, some have fallen, others sealed away.

If one were to try to obtain their power, it would simply be impossible.

"This guy really knows how to make trouble for me!"

Yina hovered over the pitch-black mind sea, took a deep breath, and slowly traced a formation in the air with her fingers.

The light emanating from her body grew stronger, scattering into the air and condensing into several characters.

"Seal!"

The characters suddenly shot toward the sea.

The once dark waters began to turn blue, though still turbulent and clearly unstable.

Yina's face turned pale, even the glow of her wings dimming slightly.

"Whew..."

Seeing the mind sea slowly return to its normal state, Yina breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself as she floated back to her place.

"This guy is such a troublemaker. If I had known, I wouldn't have saved him; let him die for all I care!"

Yina panted slightly, feeling her mind power completely drained.

She hadn't had much energy to begin with, and she had just used it all to stabilize John's mind sea.

She also realized that John's spirit seemed to be tainted, as if poisoned.

Luckily, she could still intervene; otherwise, this would have been a disaster.

She hoped this troublesome kid would take his life more seriously from now on, so he wouldn't drag her down with him.

Yina's pale face showed her exhaustion as she fell back into a deep sleep.

All the energy she had accumulated was now entirely spent.

John felt the murmurs at his ears disappear, followed by a soothing coolness calming his tumultuous mind sea.

He struggled to regain control of his consciousness, watching as the temple doors in the distance slowly receded.

It seemed as though a force was pulling him by the waist, pushing him away from this place entirely.

The murmurs seemed displeased with John's retreat, roaring in anger, and his ears were filled with sharp, piercing noises that constantly agitated his mind.

He opened his eyes in irritation, seeing the doors grow more distant, but his spirit began to feel invigorated.

He sensed his body gradually becoming heavier, as his once light and floating spirit started to return to his physical form.

Outside, Archibald noticed that John's rapid blood loss had stopped, although he remained in a precarious state.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and quickly instructed the nearby priests to heal John completely.

No matter what, they had to preserve John's life.

The priests poured their healing spells into John, bringing his HP back to full, though his complexion remained deathly pale.

They soon noticed that John's HP was still gradually declining.

Although the rate was much slower than before, it continued to drop, and within just a few seconds, half his health was already gone.

This time, John's HP wasn't regenerating on its own.

The priests dared not relax, immediately healing him the moment his HP dropped even slightly.

"What do we do? What do we do?"

Archibald was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan, but he forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down.

Alastair was watching from outside; if they descended into chaos, it would only make him happier.

They had to hold it together; they couldn't afford to panic.

Alastair's attacks pounded relentlessly on the protective shield! In his mind, John was surely on a path to death.

No one could survive after being struck by such poison.

The fact that the group was still using skills was laughable to him.

Were they casting skills on a corpse?

A mocking smile curved on Alastair's lips as he intensified his attacks.

He was determined to see John dead, leaving no room for survival.

He would ensure John's death—absolutely.

Boom, boom, boom! One skill after another smashed against the shield, but it withstood all the attacks, exploding like fireworks.

Everyone's hearts were gripped with fear, but they couldn't afford to think about anything else.

All they could do was focus intently on John.

John had stopped losing blood, which meant the debuff was lifted, but why wasn't he waking up?

What was going on?

Why was everything turning out so differently from what they had imagined?

John had no idea how long his mind power had been floating.

After what seemed like an eternity, his consciousness finally settled back into his body.

He jolted awake, gasping for breath.

Everyone else was startled by John's sudden awakening.

They had thought he was as good as dead, but to their shock, he had woken up abruptly.

"You're finally awake. How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort? Do you need us to dispel something? Or do you need any other help? Say something, please."

Archibald looked at John with intense worry, hoping for a response.

John sat there in silence, making Archibald even more anxious.

Some of the people around were on the verge of tears.

"Please, say something! Are you feeling unwell anywhere? If you can't speak, just give me a sign with your hands!"

Archibald wanted to shake John to bring him fully to his senses but didn't dare.

He could only look on anxiously from the side.

With no one else speaking, they all stared nervously at John.

Just as Archibald was about to cry out in desperation, John finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

Hearing this, everyone around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, he was alive!

Whatever had happened, as long as he was alive, they could deal with the rest.

John assessed his current condition and carefully checked his status panel.

The poisoning debuff had now been 80% removed.

The remaining 20% had transformed into a continuous bleeding debuff, which would last for 30 minutes.

Though the bleeding seemed alarming, it was manageable within their capabilities.

After all, they had plenty of priests to heal him as needed.

Confirming that he was no longer in immediate danger, John slowly stood up.

He looked up at Alastair outside.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not dead!"