The Monarch-Chapter 499: Ten

The vastness of the universe did something insane to probabilities. The inherited talent involved the genes of both magical progenitors, while natural talent was something only nature could bestow. Because of the universe’s size, the number of noble families was ridiculously low compared to the general population.

"Absolutely certain," Atlas said with iron determination. He wouldn’t turn back. Everyone stepped aside to give him space to advance, and the skies began to close with a golden hue.

The first bolts came down like a joke before a giant; these bolts didn’t even make Atlas raise his hand. He merely had to manipulate the mana around him, keeping it inert. It gathered and completely destroyed the bolts.

Even the eighth bolt couldn’t make Atlas break his calm posture. Things changed only when the ninth bolt descended; this was an entirely different level. At that moment, the sky opened, revealing the celestial beings throwing the bolt directly onto the challenger.

The ninth bolt fell from the heavens as a herald of absolute power, tearing through the golden clouds with an intensity never before seen. The air around was distorted as if every particle reverberated with the presence of raw energy. The light emitted was nearly blinding, bathing the world in a glow that oscillated between golden and white, like a celestial forge being stoked. The accompanying sound was a thunder, something that could shake the very foundations of space itself. For a moment, it seemed even the universe paused, but then motion resumed—though now, the surrounding space lay shattered.

For hundreds of thousands of kilometers, space shattered into countless fragments from the sheer remnants of the ninth bolt’s power. It was far stronger than anything a seventh-realm mage should have been capable of summoning.

Atlas fully activated his path. The broken space was completely crushed and transformed into mana; the normal universe, the space between the universe and the void, and the void itself turned into mana under Atlas’s control. Everything lay at his feet, yet something was different, as the mana had transformed into something else. It wasn’t exactly mana, and Kayden couldn’t identify it.

"Holy crap," Kayden took a few seconds, but he finally understood exactly what Atlas was doing, and he was utterly impressed. Not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined a spell of such power.

Atlas had transformed all the mana into an extension of his soul; his soul was entirely open to the outside. Kayden had never seen anything like it; Atlas’s control over mana far surpassed anything Kayden had ever approached simply because controlling one’s soul was a level of depth that was insane.

Controlling external situations was entirely different from controlling the things within oneself, and that was the distinction between everything Kayden had learned and what Atlas was doing. Kayden’s soul was a part of the universe, yet still his own. What Atlas had done was turn the universe into a part of him. Kayden’s mind began working through countless possibilities from this knowledge.

The bolt fell onto Atlas at an insane speed, completely destroying his soul-mana barrier, but, incredibly, this mana regenerated and rebuilt Atlas’s barrier within seconds. His soul seemed to take no damage; Kayden had no idea how the boy managed to do it, but it was utterly insane.

New questions emerged in Kayden’s mind at that moment, for Atlas had great talent—a completely insane talent—but he would never have reached even half this strength without Kayden’s resources and training. This implied many things, one of them being that Kayden might find monsters hidden in anyone. How many mages at Zeus’s level were hidden in this universe, lacking only opportunity?

After a few minutes, Atlas’s defense emerged entirely unscathed. He had overcome the nine bolts as if it were a walk in the park, his body untouched. He was on a completely different level, which was now clear to all his siblings.

"I want to face the ten bolts," Atlas said before the invitation could be offered. The skies with golden clouds fully opened, showing clouds of a completely different color, a translucent golden hue. There were no words to describe these colors.

The illusion that was always present in ascension trials with more than five bolts disappeared entirely. Nine chairs appeared, floating in the heavens. Each chair seemed to carry the truth of the universe, casting an utterly insane pressure on everyone present. Even Yan felt like a complete before these chairs.

A god at the absolute peak of this universe felt like a child before a true god, and no matter what he tried, he couldn’t even look directly at the chairs. Each throne was different from the other, each entirely unique, radiating an aura of power and strength never before seen by those present.

On one of the chairs, a transparent, golden, immaterial body appeared. No features were visible—absolutely nothing could be discerned about its gender or race. It didn’t even emit an aura; the chair’s presence was greater than its own. Most there didn’t understand this situation, only Kayden and Yan truly comprehended what it signified.

That being was beyond the universe itself, making it impossible for anyone to even sense its aura. The universe could not propagate its aura because it lacked the capacity. This realization sent a cold shiver down both Kayden’s and Yan’s spines.

The mere lifting of that being’s finger caused space to be torn apart, his body was stronger than the very fabric that supported space, he raised it above his head and a ray came out of it, a ray without any color or shape, everyone could only feel that it was a ray, it was a law in its living and pulsating form, no one knew or had any idea of ​​what exactly that ray was, not even Yan could understand.

The lightning began to descend…

Author’s note: we didn’t have any chapters yesterday, but don’t worry, I will pay for each overdue chapter as the days go by.

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