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.

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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.

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

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

as the announcement reached his

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

that Felix was one of the main

upper celestial echelon and recovered my lost territories from that bastard Poseidon."

how much resources Hephaestus had invested in his plan to open

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

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

his absence and invaded his

were everything since celestial energy was roaming freely across the entire realm and the only way for unigins

and their neighboring territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always at each

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

heat. He growled, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake, "Brat, your

not share a direct relationship with Felix, but the bounty's reward was simply too enticing

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

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thousand years later in the elemental

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

tranquility, a stark contrast

years even when his soul and body were at their

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

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

— the rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings, and the

'Where am I?'

piece together

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

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

back, each one more

sweat formed on his brow as he thought, 'Was this all one nasty

the hatch and the turmoil of his thoughts, a

her tone warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You

'No...'