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

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

anger as the announcement

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

one of the main culprits in his promotion plan

for that meddling little sh*t, I would have already joined the upper celestial echelon and recovered my lost territories from that bastard

his

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

celestial energy required to open up

had wasted millions of years to gather the necessary amount by either stealing it from his nemesis

of his absence and invaded his territories, conquering a significant

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

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

was the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance for revenge and

him shimmering with heat. He growled,

not share a direct relationship with Felix, but

their eyes affixed on Felix, awaiting the day of his

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years later in the

above a

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

years even when his soul and body were at their peak

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

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

swam into focus gradually — the rustic wooden walls, the simple

'Where am I?'

to piece together the fragmented memories of his last

back in his mind like a vivid yet distant

the intervention of the Paragon of Sins, and the descent

tensed as the memories flooded back, each one more intense and chaotic

sheen of cold sweat formed on his brow as

the silence of the hatch and the turmoil of his thoughts, a

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

'No...'