The Monarch-Chapter 611: The monarch[1]

It took quite some time for everyone to be introduced, especially those who weren’t as important and were merely representatives of lesser gods. These alone numbered in the tens of thousands, an absolutely insane amount that took days to be called. Discover hidden content at novelbuddy

This wasn’t just a direct show of force; it was much more than that. It was a grand presentation of all the mages that had developed during this period. Organizations from other universes were free to recruit these mages afterward, as this universe was already doomed to total ruin—it had simply been drained too much.

While thousands of names were called, Kayden didn’t even appear. The main representative of the god Hypnos was Han, with his terrifying divine-level soul. A warrior stood beside him in an unsettling manner, watching over Han. The power of this soul far surpassed that of most mages.

It could directly confront a tenth-realm semi-divine mage with ten lightning bolts. That was something completely insane to even consider. But in the end, it was the soul of an Edus—something not even remotely close to common. It was simply the most absurd thing this universe had ever witnessed in terms of power leaps.

"Finally, we can begin the grand event. The first part will be a great war between four sides. The strongest mages are not allowed to participate yet and must wait for their turn to compete. The maximum duration of this battle is one thousand years. Good luck to everyone," the voice that initiated the event echoed once more.

Before anyone could even process the words, all competitors were teleported into the massive arena. Dozens of worlds and points were raised, and millions of people were randomly placed to fill the usual roles in a war.

The divine level was truly an enigma that no mortal could ever comprehend. A practically infinite number of mortals were placed on countless planets within this arena solely to serve as part of the war’s logistics. An uncountable number of planets were created, each housing numerous civilizations.

The equivalent of a thousand galaxies filled with life and treasures was created in the blink of an eye as if it were nothing. A practically infinite number of souls and lives were rearranged in mere seconds, all for the entertainment of a few beings. Living creatures with dreams, families, and desires were created and left to reproduce.

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Time within this arena was accelerated to an almost infinite degree. It took only a few seconds for this place to start producing ninth-realm mages and beyond. When the competitors set foot in this world, time returned to normal, and they found themselves lost in a vast expanse.

Most of them did not have a strong spiritual purpose or anything of the sort. They were the geniuses of this universe, but not its absolute peak—merely a common portion of the exceptional ones. These were people who would be recruited for secondary roles in great organizations, beings capable of managing constellations but not galaxies.

All competitors had a golden aura above their heads, while the beings of this coliseum bore silver ones. It wasn’t difficult for them to start gathering. They only needed to dominate their respective worlds and then seek out others. This falsified universe had an immense rift at its center.

This rift was completely impassable for all golden-aura mages. At this stage, they simply had to organize within their respective sides. To most of the great mages, this was a ridiculously dull display. Many of them spent the time organizing parties or cultivating instead.

The time difference between the two locations was about 100 to 1, meaning this event would last only ten years for the great leaders. They merely relaxed and cultivated in their private spaces. Meanwhile, those of lesser strength were forced to watch this event attentively. Whether they liked it or not, this was their opportunity to recruit the future pillars of their organizations.

The event began at an extremely rapid pace. Everyone was a genius with unique strengths and minds. It took time and a great deal of bloodshed before a leader emerged on each side of the war. Once they did, everything began operating at maximum efficiency. The worlds and everything within each side of the universe were utilized to their fullest.

After only 100 years, the rift at the center of the false universe was undone, and the true battle had begun. It was an absolutely insane display of mage warfare. Every competing mage in this event was capable of destroying an entire battlefield alone. Every action had to be meticulously planned, and every mage had to be perfectly positioned in a specific spot. The slightest mistake could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

Dozens of unique events unfolded during the war—mages who single-handedly obliterated entire battles, mages who created legendary runes and artifacts. Most competitors didn’t care much for secondary profession mages, but this war shifted many perspectives, especially regarding rune mages. Some of them crafted runes so powerful they practically devoured entire galaxies in their effects.

The war continued in a chaotic rhythm, with countless mages falling at every moment as the sides struggled to stabilize their forces. The falsified universe was in constant flux—planets being created and destroyed in an instant, mages constructing fortresses only to see them fall minutes later. Strategies were adjusted continuously, the leaders reshaping their tactics based on each loss and gain. Time moved absurdly fast within this space, until the true talents began to rise among the survivors.

As centuries passed, the battles became even more intense, and resources began to dwindle. The remaining mages were no longer just geniuses; they were the survivors of a war where only the most ruthless remained standing. Every spell cast was powerful enough to shift the entire balance of battle, and every decision could determine the victory or downfall of an entire side. The destruction had already consumed most of the planets, and the falsified universe was becoming an increasingly barren and lifeless battlefield.