The Monarch-Chapter 511: Ten rains

He had reached a level of strength that no longer aligned with the realm of mortals and was fully aware of it. At that moment, the universe itself was compelling him to ascend to a higher realm; the pressure was far greater than before.

The first bolts didn’t even tickle Kayden. He merely commanded the universe to block them, and they were neutralized—there wasn’t even a meter’s expansion from the point of impact. The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth bolts—all of which had once been excruciatingly difficult for Kayden—were utterly destroyed.

He didn’t even need to lift a finger. He commanded, and the universe responded, erasing the existence of those bolts. These were once Kayden’s greatest challenges, bolts that had brought him to the brink of death. Now, they couldn’t even make him glance at the attacks.

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The ninth bolt was different. It came with a power far beyond all the others combined. It was easier for a one-bolt mage to face an eighth bolt than for an eight-bolt mage to contend with the ninth. All around Kayden and the descending bolt, space began to fracture.

The ninth bolt descended from the heavens like a herald of absolute power, tearing through the golden clouds with an intensity never witnessed before. The air distorted as if every particle reverberated with raw energy. The light emitted was nearly blinding, bathing the world in a glow that oscillated between gold and white like a celestial forge ignited. The accompanying sound was a deafening roar, shaking the very foundations of space itself. For a moment, it seemed the universe paused—only to resume its flow, with the surrounding space utterly shattered.

Kayden, however, remained unshaken. Fixing his gaze on the storm, he channeled the laws of space embedded in his soul. Instead of resisting directly, Kayden began deflecting fragments of the bolt, bending space around it and redirecting its destructive energy into parallel dimensions, thereby reducing its impact on himself. His mastery of space was so advanced that he fragmented the bolt into millions of pieces, effectively disassembling it.

Some fragments fell into the void, while others landed in normal reality. Each piece of the bolt triggered explosions that tore through space for thousands of kilometers, while some barely managed to destroy a meter around them. Many fragments collided with one another, neutralizing themselves. Kayden’s ability to manipulate space was flawless. No mage had ever managed such a feat, as none had attained Kayden’s level of spatial control.

There were countless mages with an infinitely superior understanding of space and far more advanced spells or tools related to its laws. However, none of them possessed what only Kayden had developed—a soul fused with the universe and the laws of space. This fusion granted him control over space that no mortal had ever achieved in the entirety of history. And now, with his soul fully complete...

The ninth bolt continued its assault, destroying everything around Kayden, but it couldn’t come within a thousand kilometers of him. It was utterly mind-boggling—his control had reached the threshold of a demigod. Kayden had surpassed mortals but hadn’t yet ascended to divinity. He was a complete enigma.

The damage to the world was insignificant compared to its scale. Kayden had literally suppressed the ninth bolt entirely. The space was fractured only in a few regions, not across thousands of kilometers. It was a feat beyond anything ever witnessed.

"He shouldn’t be allowed to remain in this universe," the gods muttered as they observed Kayden’s ascension. Though they had been expelled from this universe, they were permitted to witness its unfolding events.

This privilege had only recently been granted. Most gods ignored it, seizing opportunities in the new universe instead. However, some began checking on their descendants and organizations, eager to return once allowed. When the next wave of gods emerged and stabilized, everything would change again.

Logically, no one knew how long this would take, and mortals had no idea of such developments. This information was presented to the gods by an ancient being who welcomed them into the new universe. No god was foolish enough to question this entity capable of manipulating even the gods themselves.

"Since when could a mortal become this powerful?"

"The creator of monsters turned out to be the greatest monster himself," the gods remarked as they watched the events unfold. The only one unsurprised was Yan, who knew Kayden had been hiding far more than he let on.

Amanda and Yan scanned all their offspring in mere seconds, furious at the state of Amanda’s body. Neither could comprehend what had occurred. Amanda was likely the second strongest being after Yan in the entire universe—or so they had believed. Now, it was evident that hidden monsters lurked in the shadows. For a moment, they even suspected a god had been left behind.

At no point did the two gods suspect Kayden. The idea of a soulmate killing their other half was sheer madness. Unfortunately, they could only observe this other universe. They weren’t allowed to alter their laws or act to uncover the truth.

"I wish to face the tenth bolt," Kayden declared, teleporting to the void immediately after speaking. The golden skies followed him but, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a transparent golden hue. Nine thrones then appeared in the heavens.

Each throne bore the heaviest weapons Kayden had ever sensed in his life. Even though it was his second encounter with them, their sheer intensity remained overwhelming. Even the gods felt the pressure from their distant universe—a force so great it made them want to kneel. It was far beyond their level.

A god at the absolute peak of this universe seemed like a child before a true god, unable to withstand the overwhelming presence emanating from that place. No matter what he tried to do, he could not even look directly at the chairs. Each throne was unique, radiating an aura of power and strength never before witnessed. Those thrones were more than simple seats; they were symbols of transcendent authority.