Supremacy Games

1608 Five Thousand Years of Slumber.

A few moments later...

The three celestial rulers had announced the bounty, an unprecedented decree that sent shockwaves through the territories of the Unigins.

At the heart of this tumult was the target of the bounty: Asna's core, now residing within Felix.

In Apollo's territory, a magnificent city known as the Domain of Duality, the news of the bounty reached the god of light and darkness himself.

This city was a marvel of divine architecture, split down the middle — one side bathed in blinding, eternal light, and the other shrouded in impenetrable darkness.

The contrast was not just visual but symbolic, representing the balance between light and shadow, day and night.

Apollo, seated in his grand palace that straddled the two realms, received the announcement with a raised eyebrow.

His appearance was as striking as his domain: his hair shone like spun gold, and his eyes flickered with a light that seemed to capture the essence of the sun itself.

He was draped in robes that shimmered with a radiant luminescence on one side, while the other melded into the shadows.

As the proclamation echoed through his hall, a look of interest crossed his divine features.

"That boy has been the greatest source of entertainment besides the unigins' celestial promotion event. I would have never thought he would be bringing it home."

The prospect of capturing Asna's core was intriguing, but the involvement of Felix, a being who had endured and transformed so dramatically, piqued his curiosity even more.

"Should I join the bounty hunt? I am not too interested in becoming an upper celestial, but the hunt does sound fun."

A thoughtful smile played on his lips as he considered the possibilities, the gears of strategy already turning in his mind.

...

Meanwhile, in Hephaestus's territory, the reaction was starkly different.

This realm was known as the Inferno Dominion, a vast expanse that resembled hell itself. Fire and magma flowed freely, creating rivers and lakes of liquid flame.

The sky above was dominated by multiple suns, each casting an oppressive heat that kept the land in a perpetual state of smoldering fury.

palace, a fortress carved from obsidian and magma, its walls glowing with the

forge, Hephaestus, stood at the heart of his domain. His eyes, usually a

as the announcement reached his

extension, Asna's core, being the target of a

that Felix was one of

celestial echelon

had no idea how much resources Hephaestus had invested in his

the divine armies and the divine equipment, he had invested an unholy amount of celestial energy to open

celestial energy required to open up any gate or portal outside of the eternal kingdom was

had wasted millions of years to gather the necessary amount by either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's territories by conquering them or participating in events held by the three

Poseidon had taken advantage of his absence and invaded his territories, conquering a significant portion before

kingdom were everything since celestial energy was roaming freely across the entire realm and the

created nonstop conflicts between unigins and their neighboring territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always at each others' throats because of

rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance for revenge and another chance to

a snarl of fury, Hephaestus clenched his fist, the air around him shimmering with heat. He growled, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake, "Brat, your

share a direct relationship with Felix, but

across the entire eternal kingdom, the majority of the unigins had their eyes affixed on Felix, awaiting

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thousand years later in

a wooden bed above a cozy hatch nestled in

a sanctuary of warmth and tranquility, a stark contrast to the void's

had genuinely slumbered for more than five thousand years even when his soul

only wonder if he had slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences of his decision or if

slowly seeped back into Felix's mind, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a world

room swam into focus gradually — the rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings, and the warm light spilling from

'Where am I?'

piece together the fragmented memories of

played back in his

onslaught, the transformation, the intervention of the Paragon of

back, each one more intense and chaotic than

cold sweat formed on his brow as he thought, 'Was this

cutting through the silence of the hatch and the turmoil of

warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You sure had me worried for a second there. You slept for close to five

'No...'