It was funny to think that even though they were at the top, there were still stronger people, but everyone got used to thinking this after a while in the universe. Yan wasn’t sure, but he knew of at least two or three existences who were wandering around the universe who had strength on par with his own.
Furthermore, trillions of gods could be hidden in pockets of space in the normal universe or the void, beings who have traversed far more than just a few universes; that possibility has always existed.
"From now on, everyone will receive a number on their planet equivalent to their strength. Those ranked higher will receive all resources and priority in all government services. In addition, they can commit crimes against people of lower numbers without major reprisals."
This was terrifying; the universal order would be destroyed once again. If before the strong had already trampled on the weak, now it would be done openly, without any reprisal from the laws of the state.
"There are three types of classification: the first is the universal one, which has absolute priority; only those with sufficient talent can request it. The second division is that of the group of planets where you live and, finally, we have a numbering by kingdom. They are, respectively, in order of priority."
The number of people in the universe was large. Naming planets was relatively straightforward; it just required a bit of teamwork and good organization. But doing it across the entire universe was complex and laborious.
"Talent trumps strength in our view, and so some people will be ranked higher when they take their tests. Crimes against high-ranking people will be considered crimes against the federation."
Thus, the universe went crazy in the next few days. Trillions of battles were fought, and everyone was eager to advance in the ranks and constantly challenged those above. It took a few decades for everything to settle down.
After that time, there were no more wild battles; everyone already more or less knew their limits and strengths. Only those in lower realms continued to fight these battles, as just a few years were enough for their strength to change by many levels.
What happened was exactly what everyone expected: the strong began to swallow up the weak with thousands of heinous actions, from murder to rape. Such cases have become even more common than before.
There was no happy ending for those who were weak; they were simply crushed without any mercy. It was funny that most of these actions occurred because the exploiters were those who had been exploited before.
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The dream of the exploited is to be an exploiter. It was something funny, but inherent to all races that thought and went through this. The resentment built up over millennia could not be broken without outside intervention, and none of the people in power would waste time on that.
Those with nine rays were all invited to live on the central planets of the universe, where the concentration of mana was ridiculously higher, and all the resources they could need were available.
In the past, any mage with nine rays would be directly pulled into an organization, but at the moment there were so many that only a few were lucky enough to enter the big organizations.
The overwhelming majority were forced to stay in small organizations. Nine rays made mages strong and unique, but even so, it still didn’t give them the ability to become anything more than that.
It was funny because practically none of the nine-ray mages who came from the old universe would lose in a direct battle. They grew up in a much harsher time, with little mana and few resources.
They had to jump over the barriers with just their strength; resources alone were not able to solve their problems, but at that moment, any idiot could get an elixir or something like that to break those barriers.
Even though in the current universe most had grown up amidst wars and had been hardened by the dark reality... that was just it. They were like flowers that always had the sun to water their petals.
There is an old saying spoken by the philosopher Heraclitus: "Out of a hundred men, ten should not even be there, eighty are mere targets, and nine are true fighters - and we are fortunate to have them, for they are the ones who decide the battle. But one, ah, that is the warrior."
He suited almost everything in existence, but in the world of mage strength, he was even more evident. Mana caused there to be many strong mages, but few unique mages.
The genius of old has become the floor of the current universe. Those who were once considered the greatest geniuses are almost nothing today, at least those who relied solely on their talent. Those who strived to climb the ladder of power continued to evolve.
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Kayden was already so familiar with his soul that he could easily create new forms and lasting memories capable of giving rise to characteristics. It was funny that these new forms were completely fake.
He had mastered his personality and soul to the point that anything added was at best a supplement; it would never be completely suited to his will. He had destroyed billions of pieces of his soul and watched it being rebuilt.
Knowledge that transcended time and space was forcibly placed in his soul and yet he threw it away, what did not come from himself did not interest Kayden, some knowledge would shake entire planets.
Nivus was also a perfect test dummy, it was funny how Kayden always found himself able to regenerate the dragon’s soul to its starting point just by reallocating his soul portions and destroying the new stuff.
At least this worked to a certain extent, at one point the dragon’s soul simply shattered into so many pieces that he found himself unable to recover that existence, everything he introduced afterward became a lasting memory and created new parts of the soul.
At that moment Kayden placed all his memories, practically copying his soul perfectly into Nivus’s, it was one of the longest processes he had ever done in his entire life.