"More or less, I will be able to create many monsters in this time. I will create an organization where its pillar will be high-level mages and the base will be average to low," Kayden was going against the basic principles of an organization. The base should be as important as the type, for it was the foundation that would support the organization over time; it would be from there that new blood would emerge. At least, that was what everyone thought, and it was what Yan asked him.
"A nine-ray mage is better than millions of seven or eight-ray mages in the same realm, and this ratio becomes even more terrifying as we go down the realms. You understand this; this organization is only to protect me in the future, nothing more," he explained.
"Indeed, the dynasty of false gods will crumble. Those with strength equivalent to a god’s will be expelled from this universe. I will leave the entire base prepared for Matheus to assume the throne," Kayden raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn’t Athena be a better choice?" Kayden murmured his doubts.
"I don’t know exactly what secret she hides, but it’s clear to me that she cannot appear in public. Besides, she doesn’t even care about that. Matheus is the strongest, but..."
"...the least prepared of them," Kayden finished what Yan had no correct words to express.
"Exactly. His psychology is unstable, and depending on how things go in the future, I may have to replace him," an unstable king was the same as an unstable kingdom.
"I can alter his soul and make him a perfect king," Kayden communicated the offer to Yan, who then entered into a great debate with himself.
"Wouldn’t that be changing who he is? He wouldn’t stop being Matheus?" Yan engaged in an ethical debate with Kayden.
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"No, because his memories will be the same; I will only alter a few things that make him reactive in his soul."
"Even so, it wouldn’t be his soul."
"His memories would be the same; he would still be the same person," Kayden replied, consistent with what he believed. The two debated for several more minutes until Yan understood Kayden’s point.
"Let’s eat," Yan clapped his hands, and a table with the exact number of seats appeared in the air.
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Every millennium, a unique event occurs throughout the universe. In the past, it was held by the heavens, and each person received a number, but after many events, it began to be organized by the gods who were in this universe.
Each planet could produce one warrior from each realm, and each organization received a certain number of spots depending on its size. This event involved the participation of trillions and trillions of candidates, and a ridiculously large number of gods was necessary to organize everything.
The battles lasted for months until the number was reduced to just a few billion people, each representing one of the peaks of their realms. The average was seven rays; those with eight were an absolute minority, and those with nine didn’t even appear in the spotlight.
Although Kayden was always surrounded by people with nine rays or eight, they were an absolute minority in the total number of the universe; it was such a small amount that it couldn’t even fit into a percentage; the numbers became infinite.
The world where the event took place was a territory dominated by grass of various colors, with each organization having a space that varied with the size of its strength. It was an incredibly vast world with an astronomical number of slaves and establishments where everything was free.
Those who arrived here had the right to enjoy only the best. The amount of resources invested in the infrastructure was astronomical and could only be achieved when the council of gods gathered. There were millions of kilometers of cities built with billions of slaves to keep everything organized.
The cities were organized based on the strength of the group that held authority over them. Each organization had the right to a few cities; the only rule was that they could not mistreat mages without an organization, nor could they alter the grass on the ground. Additionally, they had to deliver a minimum standard of quality.
The cities closest to the central arena of the planet were those of the great organizations; it was here where most powerful individuals stayed, and this was also where the mages linked to the gods were.
The central arena was an enormous stage that lay in a vast ravine; thousands of chairs and platforms floated around this arena, and at its bottom was a sea of red lava capable of impressing even the gods, as it was lava made entirely of laws—a way to demonstrate power and strength.
The intermediate fights took place in the surrounding cities over several weeks, with only the main fights happening in the main arena. This was where the entire universe’s attention would focus; the intervals between the battles were only 30 seconds, but each second cost an astronomical price to be used.
Atlas was one of the mages who was able to enter the stage while in the fifth realm; his strength was superior to anything this universe had seen in recent times. The path of the monarch, combined with his genetics, allowed him to reach an absurd level.
To Kayden’s surprise, another of his disciples was also in this competition. Han Heart was among those in the sixth realm; indeed, the path of the monarch was far superior to everything, and Han’s path was still a complete path, unlike any other.
"My name is Kayden Heart. I have two disciples in this competition as finalists: Han Heart and Atlas, the son of the Father of All," Kayden floated above the gazes of an infinite number of people, his voice being transmitted to every point in the universe.
The boy wore an oriental outfit reminiscent of the cultivators from ancient novels of his first world. The colors were black and purple, and a drawing of a man with a sun on his back was emblazoned on the back of his shirt.
"I offer a service that only gods can purchase. I promise to improve the strength of a mage by up to ten times without any sequelae in just one century. My words are backed by the trust of the Father of False Gods."
Kayden dropped a bombshell that left everyone in silence. Ten times was an enormous improvement; this was practically the difference between one or two rays depending on the individual. Moreover, his next words made everyone covet his service even more.
"The best part is that this directly elevates the mage’s talent; this is an improvement that will carry through to the next realms with it." Kayden had released something too good, but by guaranteeing his words with the honor of the false gods at stake, no one doubted him.
"But not every meal is free. The resources to purchase my services are equivalent to a Class A planet," Kayden dropped another phrase that left the environment in silence.
In the entire universe, there were hardly a few hundred Class A planets; only large organizations owned one of them. The resources required to build one were entirely absurd.