In the Dark Star Sea, not far from the Giant Dragon World.

An Iron Giant Ship was currently navigating the dimensions, traveling through Subspace.

The ship would sometimes sink into Subspace, only to reappear moments later.

It was an incredibly bizarre sight.

And inside this peculiar Iron Giant Ship...

...on the ship’s top level, a vast Beast Fighting Arena was packed with countless beings.

Some of the spectators in the Beast Fighting Arena were humanoid, while others were not.

In any case, every single one of them possessed formidable power.

The weakest among them were at the Demigod Tier.

And there were over a thousand Divine Tier Deities.

One could only imagine, then, that the "Combat Beasts"—the main attraction—were no ordinary creatures either.

However, no matter how extraordinary, any creature that ended up in a Beast Fighting Arena was ultimately just scraps.

At that moment, on the main platform overlooking the arena, three figures seated in the primary seats were the true main event.

"Damn it all."

"I’ve been in charge of tracking the Dragon Race for over three thousand years."

"And the Clan still won’t let anyone else take over for me. Do they think I’m some kind of pushover?"

The Authority Level Clan Titan in the main seat cursed aloud as he chugged a crimson, unidentified drink.

"Your Majesty, there’s no need to be angry."

"Something like this isn’t worth your anger."

"The old-timers in the Clan are, at the end of the day, just afraid of the Dragon Race. That’s why they won’t let any of the younger generation take on this mission."

"But who are you, Your Majesty? You’re an Authority Level being! The Dragon Race may be strong, but aren’t they still on the run from you?"

From a side seat, a Star God Level Titan immediately chimed in with words of comfort and flattery.

However...

"Bullshit!!!"

"What do you know?!"

"Do you think the Dragon Race is afraid of me?"

"It looks like we’re chasing them, but they’re only running because they’re afraid that if they turn and fight, they’ll break the tacit agreement and have the four Ancestral Gods come after them again!"

"If we really push them over the edge, you just wait and see if you and I end up dead!"

Angus, fuming, threw his cup at the sycophantic Titan subordinate and unleashed a tirade.

"Of course, *I* won’t die."

"But it takes time for an Authority Level being to resurrect. If my revival is too slow, do you think I’d be able to hold on to my territory back in the Clan?"

"Do you really take me for an idiot?!"

"I’ve finally figured it out. When I ascended to the Authority Level five thousand years ago, I must have offended the direct descendants of the four Ancestral Gods."

"Those undying bastards from the Ancestral Gods’ direct lineages are just waiting for an opportunity for me to get myself killed. Then they can snatch the territory the Ancestral Gods awarded me."

Angus was unusually agitated. ’It feels like I’ve fallen into a conspiracy hatched by the Titans from the Ancestral Gods’ lineage.’

Seeing his king’s fury, the other Titan subordinate, seated on the opposite side, nodded seriously.

"What His Majesty says is more or less correct."

"Theron, you haven’t been His Majesty’s subordinate for long enough. You have no idea how fierce the struggle for ascension to the Authority Level was five thousand years ago."

"Back then, among the qualified beings at the Peak of the Star God Level, the direct descendants of the Ancestral Gods were the most numerous and had the best chance."

"But they completely underestimated His Majesty."

"So, in that contest, His Majesty defeated every single opponent in the arena. He ultimately won that portion of Ancient Divine Source Blood from the hands of the Ancestral Gods and ascended to the Authority Level."

The Titan Star God called Theron was slightly taken aback.

But he didn’t speak rashly, waiting instead for his colleague across from him to finish.

"In essence, there was nothing wrong with His Majesty’s ascension to the Authority Level. It wasn’t even that big of a deal."

"After all, the Ancestral Gods release similar portions of Source Blood every thousand years or so, and not every Titan who receives it manages to achieve the Authority Level."

"The problem was that the contest for the Ancient Divine Source Blood His Majesty participated in had only one winner. On top of that, the victor would be granted more than ten of the Clan’s relatively prosperous worlds as the new king’s domain."

"And that was something the descendants of the four Ancestral Gods could not tolerate."

At this point, the Titan Theron was beginning to understand.

’To put it bluntly, the Titan Race of today belongs to the four Ancestral God Titans.’

’And by extension, it belongs to their direct descendants.’

’The four Ancestral God Titans themselves probably didn’t care which Bloodline the Titan who received the Source Blood came from.’

’After all, the entire Titan Race was theirs.’

’As the most Ancient Titans, they naturally wouldn’t think in terms of factions.’

’But what about their descendants?’

’The direct descendants of those Ancient God Titans certainly didn’t think that way.’

’For over thirty thousand years, after most of the other Ancient God Titans had died off, the direct descendants of the four survivors had amassed immense power. They even held dominion over the most prosperous worlds in the entire Titan Race.’

’And what happened? Along came Titan Angus, who, after a single contest for Source Blood, snatched several of those prosperous worlds right out of their hands.’

’That was something they could not tolerate.’

’After all, prosperous worlds produced vast resources for cultivating their direct descendants.’

’And the Titans raised with those resources would become their direct source of Power.’

’But now?’

’Some reckless upstart, a descendant of some unknown, fallen Ancient God Titan, had snatched food right from the tiger’s mouth.’

’How could they tolerate that?’

’They couldn’t tolerate it one bit.’

’In their eyes, Angus was setting a very bad precedent.’

’He was challenging the authority of their four great lineages.’

’And so, after his ascension, a naive Angus, feeling grateful to the Ancient God Titans, immediately accepted the rotating assignment to track and monitor the Dragon Race.’

’And that was that.’