The Monarch-Chapter 531: The kings

Kayden had no reason to be friendly with these people. He and Atlas were destined to fight to the death someday in the not-so-distant future. Moreover, Kayden had no interest in forming ties with the powers of this universe or being dragged into their chaos.

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"You’ll regret this. Our universe doesn’t have the strength to withstand the invaders. We’ll be consumed..." Ryan started, but Kayden interrupted him again, this time making his intentions much clearer.

"You have three seconds to get out of my sight, or we’ll fight to the death."

This time, his words carried all the killing intent possible, and both men had no doubt that Kayden would attack in three seconds. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from Kayden’s presence. Their agreement with Thoth prevented them from fighting Kayden, or things would have turned out... very differently.

Atlas had no confidence in facing Kayden yet. He still couldn’t fully comprehend why he was so decisively defeated in their previous battle, causing a rupture in his confidence. Besides, Ryan couldn’t even hope to reach Kayden’s level and knew it.

Kayden destroyed the planet he was on, erasing all forms of life. He wouldn’t leave any trace behind. In a flash, he teleported into the void, traveling at incredible speed through a series of teleportations. Within minutes, he had crossed a distance that even the fastest ships in existence could never cover.

His goal was simple: to find a deserted planet where he could continue cultivating. Kayden had no plans to involve himself in worldly affairs for the foreseeable future. For the next thousands of years, perhaps even millennia, he intended to remain a complete unknown, practically a dead soul.

"The resistance still lives, and we won’t die easily. Rise, brothers; today, we are the victors!" Atlas stood holding the head of a demigod in his hands after one of the most insane battles this universe had ever seen.

Hundreds of thousands of years had passed since the integration of the two universes began. For now, only the weaker demigods had been able to cross over, but they were more than enough to overwhelm all the mages of this universe. Atlas and the Honor had gathered in a corner of the universe, the most heavily fortified location. The rest had already fallen into the invaders’ hands without any chance of recovery.

Atlas and the Honor created tens of thousands of plans and countless runes to protect themselves from the demigods. Atlas had killed one of them at the beginning of it all, which bought them tens of thousands of years of safety. That was one of the rules of the immense game in which they were all participants.

The new universe required an emperor—a mage capable of forcing everyone to their knees with sheer power. At least, that’s what a voice had told everyone in their minds.

The new universe was divided into 20 regions, each vast and rich with unique resources. The laws of existence had been altered in specific ways within each region, though mortals were mostly unable to sense these changes. Each region was governed by a mage. These mages were crowned with golden crowns that made all the inhabitants of their regions respect and follow their commands subconsciously. Additionally, these crowns allowed them to communicate with all living beings in their regions effortlessly.

This struggle for power was open to everyone. The only requirement was to defeat one of the gods ruling a region. Of course, millions of fools would try without a chance of success. For this reason, the crowns also acted as clones, capable of fighting off these challengers effortlessly. However, the heavens recognized true contenders, and those could not be ignored.

The voice promised that whoever managed to unite ten regions first would be deemed the true ruler of this universe and receive the key to becoming a god, even for those whose futures were previously burned. This was the dream of every demigod.

As a result, the battle for power was fiercely contested. None of the participants would ally with the others. There would be no alliances in this place because everyone sought the ultimate prize.

It was a desire so intense that not even the most deranged demigods would ignore it. That’s why there was an ungoverned Zone 21, the largest region located at the center of the universe. This zone housed all those who had yet to become rulers of any area, making it one of the most chaotic places. Most inhabitants there had not yet decided how to join the power struggles, waiting for the next major events in the universe.

This was a battle that would last tens or even hundreds of millions of years. Grabbing an entire region early on only to lose it after a few million years was pointless. At least, that’s what most believed. Those who claimed a region were either ridiculously confident or recklessly ignorant. In most cases, they were the weakest, with only a few being true competitors.

Ordinary mortals had little concrete understanding of what was really happening. However, the madness of it all had touched their lives in one way or another, directly or indirectly. Everyone understood that a grand and insane war was unfolding—one in which everyone could participate.

This realization ignited a spark of greed in the hearts of 99% of all rational beings. The amount of mana in every region had increased through mechanisms no one could explain. Moreover, new treasures and mysterious phenomena began appearing without warning, and new geniuses were born every day.

The average strength was growing at high speed, progress was unstoppable when promises were made to beings driven by primitive emotions, even the weakest of wizards dreamed of becoming masters of this universe. Atlas currently held one of the zones and fought for it with all his strength, it was the second demigod he had killed in these hundreds of thousands of years, this was enough for him to gain a fearsome reputation.