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.

volcano sat Hephaestus's palace, a fortress carved from obsidian and

the heart of his domain. His

the announcement reached his

by extension, Asna's core, being the target of a bounty ignited a fierce

one of the main

the upper celestial echelon and recovered my lost territories from that

Hephaestus had invested in his plan

he had invested an unholy amount of celestial energy to open up

injured, punished, and weakened, the celestial energy required to open

years to gather the necessary amount by either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's territories by conquering them or participating in

part, Poseidon had taken advantage of his absence and invaded his territories,

the eternal kingdom were everything since celestial energy was roaming freely across the entire realm and the only way for unigins to harvest it was through having a

territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always at each others' throats

this moment, Hephaestus understood that this was the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance for revenge and another chance to get

his fist, the air around him shimmering with heat. He growled, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake, "Brat, your head

of the unigins might not share a direct relationship with Felix, but

affixed on Felix, awaiting the day of his ascension and joining the land of

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thousand years later

a wooden bed above a cozy hatch

and tranquility, a stark contrast to the void's

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

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

into Felix's mind, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a world blurred

walls,

'Where am I?'

merely lay there, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of his last

Nimo's alter ego played back in his mind like a vivid

onslaught, the transformation, the intervention of the

memories flooded back, each one more intense and

brow as he thought, 'Was this all one

of the hatch and the

Lilith, the Paragon of Sins, her tone warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You sure had

'No...'