Author’s note: It’s crazy that we get a bonus chapter again, thanks for the support readers, but now it’s 270 stones (:
"Who are the strongest in this place? How many are at the same level of strength as me?" Kayden went straight to the point with Reyna.
"I can’t tell you, people at my level can’t even enter this realm. The gods are too powerful for this space." Kayden just nodded and followed the woman back to the government building.
This time they flew to the location and saw a completely organized city, built in a way that could meet the needs of dozens of different races.
Imagine a vast city stretching for hundreds of kilometers, with floating skyscrapers glowing under the light of several artificial suns, powered by an invisible web of mana. In this multicultural metropolis, dozens of cultures coexist, their traditions and languages blending on streets illuminated by arcane crystals, while technological devices, driven by fusions of magic and science, circulate through the air and on the ground. Vibrant markets sell goods from all parts of the universe, where aliens, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and other races live peacefully, each contributing with their unique heritage and knowledge. Ancient rituals and futuristic festivals happen side by side, celebrating diversity and harmony among these different species.
At the same time, the city’s infrastructure is unmatched in sophistication. Buildings are connected by ultra-fast transport networks, levitating bridges, and dimensional portals that facilitate inhabitants’ movement. The vital energy that permeates the world, mana, serves as the power source for advanced technologies, from complex defense systems to sustainable agriculture. Industries that manipulate matter and space through magic coexist with cutting-edge scientific laboratories. On every corner, automatons powered by mana perform daily functions, while citizens use enchanted devices to enhance their abilities, navigate holographic networks, and even heal wounds with a simple touch of mystical energy.
It was a beautiful sight, but Kayden didn’t need much time to understand that this place was just a grand illusion of equality. Those with lower levels of privilege lived relatively mediocre lives, often facing abuse.
It wasn’t hard for Kayden to see ordinary people being beaten or used as slaves by those with lower levels of privilege. It was ironic; those on the first and second levels, who should understand the feeling of being oppressed, were the main oppressors.
On planet Earth, there was a famous saying: "The dream of every oppressed person is to become the oppressor." And it was true. As soon as someone gained a little power, they tended to forget most of what they had endured, perpetuating an eternal cycle of oppression.
They flew to the building in the center of the arena, an inverted pyramid several kilometers wide. Kayden could feel thousands of runes vibrating in this place; some were on the ground, and others floated in the air.
As soon as they entered, a spatial portal opened in front of them. Reyna entered without hesitation, and Kayden followed. They found themselves in a cozy room with expensive wines and all the delicacies the universe could provide.
Kayden chose not to drink anything while he waited, but Reyna grabbed a few glasses of wine. She was relatively cheerful and didn’t mind using government resources a bit.
"Sorry for the delay, we were organizing all the details. Your promotion was very swift, Mr. Kayden." A false god entered through the door. He had authentic blue hair and blue eyes.
His aura was far superior to Reyna’s and any other false god Kayden had encountered. Moreover, he seemed much stronger than average. It was obvious to Kayden that he was facing a high-level mage.
"My name is Pedro May, and I represent the fourth-level privilege mages. I am a nine-ray perfect mage and a survivor of the Great War. I wonder how you’re still alive after so many years." The conversation started casually, but in the end, Pedro looked directly into Kayden’s eyes and released a pressure strong enough to make even Reyna kneel.
When he looked into Kayden’s eyes… Pedro simply saw nothing. There was no emotion—fear or anxiety did not exist in those eyes. The pressure surrounding him was no more than a mild annoyance.
"Remove your pressure, you’re affecting my friend," Kayden said in a neutral tone. After a few seconds, Pedro complied.
Looking into Kayden’s eyes was like staring into an abyss. It was like gazing at a dead person. Every living being should show at least a minimal reaction when its life is threatened, but there was absolutely nothing.
"How are you still alive? You were strong back then, but not to this extent," Pedro murmured his doubts. His curiosity was piqued. Kayden was a topic all high-level false gods knew about.
"We all have our secrets, don’t we?" Kayden couldn’t go into details—not without revealing information that would make him a laboratory rat.
"I understand. Well, let’s discuss your privileges." Pedro tossed a book to Kayden. "Here are most of the rules and perks you receive. Additionally, you must provide support to the government once a decade or century as payment, whether in a mission or knowledge exchange event."
In the next few seconds, Kayden read the entire book. He was given a mansion in one of the city’s central districts, fully furnished, with several vehicles to choose from—not that it was necessary, since with his privileges, he could fly freely across the planet.
His house came with a few fourth-realm slaves, ready to meet any of his needs, from cleaning the house to infiltrating other organizations. Clearly, Kayden wasn’t going to use any of these abilities. He would probably just tamper with their souls and hope none of them died.
Kayden gained access to a few time-dilation rooms. They were at relatively low levels compared to what he had seen before, but the 1-to-10 ratio was still appealing in his eyes.
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He received a list of establishments where he would get discounts—dozens of them. Additionally, he would receive a monthly payment, as long as he committed to lending his services twice per decade, something he agreed to without much trouble.