The Monarch-Chapter 605: Kenian
The transformation began gradually, but it soon became an impossible spectacle to ignore. The divine mana around him started pulsing like a heartbeat, compressing and expanding in cycles that resonated with the very fabric of the universe. Small sparks of golden light began to emerge from his skin, growing in intensity until his form seemed to be wrapped in a celestial aura. The space around him, already distorted, seemed to yield further to his presence, creating a vortex that drew in the pure essence of the cosmos. Each pulse shaped not only his aura but also his soul, which now began to exhibit traces of something beyond mortality. The absolute silence of that moment was the only witness to the fact that he was crossing the line between mage and divinity.
Just as with Jasmim, Netero pulled a statue from his pocket, capable of generating a colossal rune. This rune expanded across 100 billion kilometers, completely blocking any view of the skies over that place. A few minutes later, Kenian completed the process, with about 80% of his soul in divine form—10% more than Jasmim had achieved.
It seemed like a small number in the grand scheme of things, but when dealing with divine factors, even a minor increase of ten percent could multiply the power gap tenfold between a regular advancement and that of a tenth-realm mage. The Bolts were also a defining factor in the final threshold of power these mages could reach.
"Congratulations, Kenian, but it wasn’t enough."
Atlas was floating near them as the process concluded, and he disappeared the moment he saw that his opponent would not be able to catch up to him.
Kenian’s spiritual sense expanded to an absolutely insane degree. The young man could now perceive at least half a galaxy—an incredible feat, yet still nowhere near Atlas. Both were ten-bolt mages, but only one of them was a monarch blessed with the highest-level techniques of the gods.
The mage unleashed all his power, and a sun the size of a galaxy appeared.
The colossal star burned with a blinding light, its energy sweeping through space, dissolving all surrounding darkness. Its core pulsed with intense fusion, launching solar storms that spread across millions of light-years. The heat emanating from it melted entire planets, reducing them to dust before they had any chance to resist. The gravity was so extreme that it bent space-time itself, creating gravitational vortices that devoured matter. Each explosion of energy echoed like a cosmic thunder, shaking the very structure of the universe.
Its impact altered the orbits of countless star systems, forever reshaping the configuration of the cosmos. The intense brilliance reflected off distant nebulae, turning them into cosmic flames. Shockwaves rippled through space, distorting reality and revealing echoes of past and future times. Even from a distance, powerful mages felt its overwhelming presence—a force that transcended any known concept.
Kenian had automatically entered the absolute peak of the universe in terms of power.
But he did not remain at the top.
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Unfortunately for him, there was still a long road ahead before he could even be considered an opponent for Atlas.
"Advancing to the tenth realm and reaching the demigod stage are nothing but useless stopgaps."
Kayden made this revelation to himself after studying for what felt like an eternity. After so much time, it had finally become clear to him.
There was only one true path to power—laws combined with originality.
Becoming a tenth-realm mage or a demigod was just a meaningless way of filling power gaps.
All of this was based on two fundamental truths.
There were only nine thrones in the heavens. And all the high-level techniques Kayden had studied spoke of only nine stages. There was no logical reason for a tenth realm to exist, nor a demigod level. These were mere placeholders.
But the great question remained—how could Kayden reach a higher stage of power without relying on these two promotions?
A long time ago, his soulmate had explained to him how pseudo-ten-bolt mages functioned and how she had managed to simulate a tenth bolt to become a goddess. During that explanation, Kayden had grasped something truly impactful.
Zeus possessed the strength of a ninth-realm mage while being only at the apprentice level.
This was solely because he had perfect mastery over lightning laws from birth.
That alone had placed him on the same level as mages who had spent tens of billions of years training—right from the moment he was born.
The final answer was clear.
The laws.
The laws were the key.
Realms did not truly matter in the grand scheme of things.
Kayden’s greatest advancements had always occurred when he deepened his understanding of the laws. In the end, it was simply a matter of mastering the rules that dictated existence itself.
The problem was that Kayden did not know exactly where to progress from here.His path was already a fundamental law, merging the laws of balance and space within him. His transformations were entirely dictated by his own path at this point.
Throughout all these years that Kayden had spent here...
He had reached 75% understanding of the Law of Balance—And then he had simply stagnated.He was incapable of grasping even an additional 0.1% of the law.Kayden understood that he had hit a wall—one he would not be able to surpass in his current state.
It was simply an entirely different world.He would need to venture out into the universe to seek this knowledge—and that was not the best option.Mastering the Law of Balance would mean nothing more than following a path already taken.
This was yet another realization that had come to him after so much time in deep thought.He had spent so much time witnessing progress in his power that he had completely forgotten about this crucial factor.
The originality he had once valued so deeply had been lost somewhere along the way.His pursuit of power had become reckless.Even though Kayden had created countless different paths that had never been used before, there was a small problem—
