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.

carved from obsidian and magma, its walls glowing with the intense heat from

god of fire and forge, Hephaestus, stood at the heart of his domain. His

as the announcement

of Felix, and by extension, Asna's core, being the target

one of the main culprits in his promotion plan

little sh*t, I would have already joined the upper celestial

no idea how much resources Hephaestus had invested in his plan

had invested an unholy amount of celestial

celestial energy required to open up any gate or

the necessary amount by either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's territories by

part, Poseidon had taken advantage of his absence and

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

unigins and their neighboring territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always at each others' throats because

the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance

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

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

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

****

years later in

sleeping on a wooden bed above a cozy hatch nestled in the wilderness of the

was a sanctuary of warmth and tranquility, a stark contrast to the void's cold, endless expanse where he had last

than five thousand years even when his soul and

slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences of

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

focus gradually — the rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings, and the warm

'Where am I?'

lay there, trying to piece together the fragmented

alter ego played back

the intervention of the Paragon of Sins, and the descent into the

back, each one more intense and chaotic than the

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

the hatch and the turmoil of

Lilith, the Paragon of Sins, her tone warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You sure had me worried for a second there. You slept for close to

'No...'