**"What are your best abilities?"** Kayden was asked this question just as he finished reading all the benefits he would receive.
"I can increase anyone’s strength by practically 10 to 20% with an insanely low risk of side effects, but this service is worth much more than what you’re paying me," Kayden played his trump card.
He was an authentic monster maker. He had created Yan and several other mages with strength far superior to the average in this universe. Not only that, but he had nurtured a true monarch.
"Can you prove that?" Pedro asked honestly. The percentage Kayden mentioned was too high. "What are the requirements? What realms? What are the material costs?"
At this moment, Kayden could see the greed in the mage’s eyes. He had offered a deal too good to be true. But what if Kayden was telling the truth?
"The only requirement is for the person to have a strong mind, the costs are practically zero, only my time is needed—and it’s ridiculously expensive," Kayden wasn’t about to offer such a special service for so little.
"What’s your price?" Kayden wasn’t quite sure what to ask for. After all, he had never been one to use many resources to advance.
"A 20% boost per millennium, and I don’t have to do anything more. Besides that, I want to know the requirements to become someone with level five privileges." What he asked for wasn’t too much, and Pedro quickly agreed.
"A level five privilege is only for those with double-digit rankings in their realms, but that’s just one of the requirements. They must have spent at least a few thousand years here, hold a grade-3 political power..." Pedro began listing dozens of requirements.
Kayden didn’t think twice before giving up entirely. There were too many conditions and tasks, and it would be a hassle for something that wouldn’t even be worth it. He struck a deal with Pedro to perform his strength enhancement technique once every millennium.
He wasn’t too worried about being enslaved, as his technique was too special for them to risk it. Moreover, his potential and history had a certain mystery to it that suggested he should not be touched, especially considering his connection with Father.
"Do you have a list of the strongest mages in the fifth realm?"
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Kayden spent the following years fighting every day without stopping for a minute. He would finish one battle and immediately seek another. Most of the time, he won; Kayden lost very few times, and most of those losses were due to his opponent’s versatility.
In one of his battles, he faced a mage who could trap himself in a spatial point and avoid attacks. No matter how perfectly Kayden struck, it made no difference, as his strength limit was reached before his opponent’s.
In another fight, he faced mages who could rival his strength within the same realm. These were few—just a handful of individuals, most of whom were people living their second lives.
Within just a few weeks, Kayden encountered these beings: mages who were reborn with all their memories intact. Some of them hadn’t even been that special in their first life, but the chance to redo all their mistakes had elevated them to the top this time around.
No one had an answer for this rebirth phenomenon—it was simply something that happened to millions of people every year. Most were ordinary individuals who ended up achieving only relatively more success, but a rare few were geniuses who, given a second chance, accomplished the impossible.
Only the reborn were able to face Kayden directly. Actually, there were five others—the "Five Uniques"—also known as the five greatest geniuses of the fifth realm. All of them were, without exception, mages who had been raised from birth to become the strongest.
Their organizations had heavily invested in each of them. The wealth poured into them could raise an organization into the universe’s top 10. It was a completely different world of investment.
Each was carefully selected from birth. Most of them could manipulate mana from the moment they took their first breath, possessing a degree of talent far greater than usual.
The question was, Kayden was slowly increasing his power to the point where he could rival them. His spells were already perfect—flawless and honed to the extreme.
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At this moment, he needed to elevate his spellwork to another level, but the way to achieve that was still a bit unclear. Kayden had spent these years training and preparing to advance.
He knew that his strength would grow directly with his realm and with the expansion of the area in which he could use his path. At that moment, this was the only thing he could do without spending millions of years blindly striving.
Fighting powerful people also increased Kayden’s strength. He learned to use his spells more effectively, even if the changes were minimal. So far, there was no sign of Yan appearing.
The gods had been absent for decades, and no one had any news of them. The only thing keeping society organized was the fear that they might return; otherwise, thousands of power struggles would have already erupted.
After thousands of battles, Kayden decided to advance to the sixth realm. The entire process took place in a spatial bubble that the government provided for mages, designed to keep the remnants of the battle from escaping.
Once again, Kayden achieved insane results. Using his three attacks, he passed through all the lightning without a single scratch. It was practically child’s play for him.
"You are entitled to face the tenth lightning, child," Kayden heard a voice from the heavens and looked up, startled.
He had no idea that a tenth of lightning existed. The voice from the sky was heavy, and Kayden didn’t have the strength to respond with anything but yes or no. At that moment, his mind became a whirlwind of thoughts.
Exactly how powerful was the tenth lightning? He had never seen a mage with ten lightning strikes in this universe—it must be something ridiculously superior to everything he’d encountered. Kayden wasn’t even the strongest mage in his realm.
In the end, he set this new goal in his mind but declined the challenge. He didn’t have the strength to face a tenth of lightning at that moment. Nine was his limit, at least for now.
After advancing, Kayden isolated himself from the world and began cultivating like a madman, increasing his sixth sense at a frantic pace. The only problem was his soul adjusting to that speed.
In just a few decades, he doubled his range to more than 20,000 kilometers, and it didn’t seem like he would stop anytime soon. Each day, he easily added a few kilometers, his power growing at a terrifying rate.
"Kayden!" Reyna shouted from outside for hours before Kayden could hear her. The boy had been in an intense state of focus.
"Hello, Reyna, what can I do for you?" Kayden emerged from his room, hiding all his impatience behind a polite smile.
"Yan is back." At that moment, it had been about three centuries since Kayden had been cultivating quietly, with no sign of life.
So much time had passed in seclusion that many thought he had abandoned this plane and gone to train elsewhere. Only a few highly influential people knew the boy was still around.
"Take me to him." Kayden understood that the time for the reunion had finally come.
The two floated toward the central tower of the plane, from where they would be teleported back to the world of false gods. In the meantime, Kayden took the opportunity to talk to Reyna a bit.
He hadn’t had the time yet, but Kayden wanted to put one of his plans into action. He wanted to have a child with a false goddess and shape his soul perfectly so that he would become practically a law-bearer before even reaching the higher realms.
In this case, he would have two advantages. The first would be the false gods’ race, strengthening all his attributes. The second would be Kayden’s genes, which were extremely polished and well-refined. In the end, it would be an excellent experiment for his future plans.
Using subtle influences on Reyna’s soul, Kayden had slowly been making her fall in love with him over the years they had spent together. Fortunately, three centuries was too short to erase his imprints from the girl’s soul.
After passing through the necessary portals, the two returned to the world of the false gods. Yan was in a place far from the center of this world, and they traveled for a few hours at maximum speed until they finally arrived at a farm.
The god’s farm was an endless expanse, stretching beyond the horizon like a living tapestry of lush hills and enchanted forests. The trees, towering monuments with silver trunks and golden leaves, cast their comforting shadows over the ground. Some bore fruit that resembled stars—globes of light hanging from the branches—while others blossomed with petals that whispered ancient songs to the wind. At the heart of this agricultural realm, a colossal tree rose, its roots delving deep into the world’s core, and its branches were home to birds with silver feathers that sang celestial melodies day and night.