The Monarch-Chapter 604: Jasmim

"I name you Uno, the first and only."

Han did not even blink as he felt the power of this soul, his mind entering a frenzy upon realizing he had truly reached a new level.

The soul before him possessed a spiritual sense spanning half a galaxy—surpassing any mage in this universe at this moment, except for Atlas. The rest would not even be able to blink before its presence. A mere attack from Uno could obliterate dozens of galaxies without explanation.

The title of the second strongest in the universe fell upon him instantly, and there was absolutely nothing other mages could do about it.

Atlas appeared after sensing the immense disturbance, simply greeting Han and congratulating him on his achievement.

Slowly, the circle of top-tier mages was solidifying. Some new names, like Han, emerged along the way. But little by little, everyone began to understand how the final battle would unfold—and who the individuals of real significance would be. Many mages stopped participating in the false battle orchestrated by the gods over the years—some, like Kayden, because they were too busy training; others because they were hiding their strength.

Time continued to pass, and the birth of dozens of prodigies was witnessed during this period. Countless mages reached the peak of the universe, ascending to the tenth realm and becoming demigods. It was incredibly strange how what was once the pinnacle of power had now become commonplace.

Tenth-realm mages could be found everywhere in the universe. They were no longer special or even feared. Only demigods remained limited in number, as the methods of ascension were different, and not all were capable of reaching a semi-divine state.

Some mages grew in power during this time, while others vanished into the rivers of time. Great names arose, and great names faded away. Groups and entities were buried by the neglect of time. Simply put—too much time had passed.

"This path… it has never been documented in this universe. How are you pursuing it?"

Hypnos appeared beside Kayden after a long time.

"I saw Kollen use it."

Hypnos remained silent. What Kayden was doing was far beyond what Kollen had done—it was simply an entire world of difference. But Hypnos chose to remain quiet for the moment.

Jasmim Heart was floating in the depths of space, far from all the mages of the universe.

Her life over the last few billion years had gone from bad to worse. She was the first mage to ascend to a tenth-realm demigod—but she was also surpassed by time. Simply left behind by the powerful once dozens of beings like her began to appear.

The woman was talented. Like it or not, she was the first to become one of the most insane beings in the universe. But that was all. She was unable to go beyond that. She could not ascend past that imaginary peak. Her strength and potential had withered, lost to the false summit she had reached.

For billions of years, she searched for a path—an alternative to it all.

Jasmim could have become a god if she pursued it with obsessive determination for the next hundred billion years. It would have been extremely difficult, but it was the easiest option.

That was what she would have done—before taking a few lessons from Kayden.

Mediocrity would only lead to a false peak.

That was what Jasmim had learned after so much time with Kayden. It was exactly what she had experienced her entire life.

This time, she chose something different.

"Space is the beginning and the end, the purpose and the pursuit."

Jasmim began the process of ascension to demigodhood once again.

This was not something that could or should be done—especially without Netero’s protection technique.

The ripples of the event drew the attention of many mages across the universe, but none moved toward the location to see who was undergoing the transformation. After all, this was neither a rare nor a unique event. It was just another demigod in the universe.

The skies closed in the same way they always did. Everything unfolded just as it had before. Practically everything was identical.

In the end… Jasmim died.

Her body was completely destroyed—but not before she altered the space around her in a strange and unique way, causing her soul to become trapped in a dimension filled with the purest laws of space.

For millions of years, nothing happened.But after a long period, everything changed when she began to be reborn in a strange way.Her soul was different now.It was no longer that of a demigod.Nor was it that of a mortal.

It was something that Kayden would recognize immediately if he were here.It was a Licht—a true undead, something that had not appeared at high levels for an incalculable number of years.

But that was not the most terrifying part.It was the way her soul had been born.It was a soul with a law inside it.And it was not just that—a law with a soul inside it.

Through all of this… Jasmim had fallen to the eighth realm.

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Yet she had retained the same strength she had as a tenth-realm mage, despite being two tiers lower.The universe held many mysteries.How had she managed to do this?That was one of them.

Not even Jasmim herself could explain where these thoughts had come from or how they had led her to this situation.But Jasmim did not care.She had a few more years to reach her true peak.This time, she could not afford to fail.Her goal was as clear as the light of the sun.

The Ten Bolts.

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Kenian Hima was another mage who had risen at an insane rate.

It had not taken him long to reach the tenth realm, and he was currently undergoing the transformation into a demigod.

As always, Netero was there, along with other mages, to conduct the ritual.

The divine mana began to enter Keninan’s soul and fill it with dots of divine mana, it was something strange to observe and still generated many mysteries in the magicians capable of observing this phenomenon.