The Monarch-Chapter 613 : The monarch[3]

The battle for the top 100 quickly turned into a true massacre; everyone was going all out to secure their position. The number of mages dwindled at an absurd speed, and in this process, new names began to emerge. These mages were clearly special; their powers were above the rest, each carrying techniques and abilities that were unnatural. Everyone who managed to rise was being sponsored by great gods—it was simply obvious, as no ordinary mage could reach this level without support.

The gods were pleased to see their chosen ones advancing effortlessly, each showcasing an absurd level of strength and proving why they had been selected. However, among all the names that appeared, only one stood out completely. Kayden continued advancing without any difficulty and without anyone even paying attention to him. No blessings, no divine marks, no trace of sponsorship—he was simply there, as if he had appeared out of nowhere. To the gods, this was an enigma that became increasingly difficult to ignore.

"Why is this mage capable of controlling the Primordials?" The gods were in a frenzy, much like when Kayden had become a challenger of the heavens. Something was very wrong with this situation.

"Who is he? Which god does he belong to?" Not a single voice rose in the entire domain of the gods.

It simply made no sense for a mage of this level to be unaccompanied. This raised doubts in the minds of all the gods—was this some trick by another god? Was there a hidden trap in this entire situation? It was a question none of them could answer.

Unfortunately, none of the gods could do anything at this moment. They had to swallow their curiosity and try their best to uncover the truth on their own, but it was incredibly difficult. This mage's soul was something completely strange, and his aura…

Even the strongest mage that Kayden faced did not require him to engage in direct combat. He only needed to summon more Primordials until their sheer numbers overwhelmed the opponent through sheer attrition. It was amusing that this only worked against weaker beings because those truly at the top would simply annihilate them all.

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The lines of fate were truly unpredictable. Among all the mages in this universe, Kayden was the only one who never faced any of the great ones. He simply passed into the top 100 without any real difficulty. His summons possessed insane strength, and there were simply no mages capable of challenging him.

"After an uncountable number of battles," the same voice from before resounded in everyone's mind, "we have reached our 100 best competitors. These are mages who have transcended generations across the universe, ancient beings who have gathered knowledge for eras, or new mages capable of defying all logic."

As the voice spoke, each of the top 100 mages was introduced randomly. Almost all of them were well-known—at most, five new names had emerged among those who had reached this stage of the event.

Kayden recognized dozens of names, including some he never expected to see again. These were people who should not have had the capacity to be here at this moment; their previous power levels simply did not match their current status.

Among them were two individuals Kayden never thought he would meet again in his life. The first was his former companion Felix. The cat was completely different now—there was a divine aura surrounding him, and space itself seemed to be consumed by his presence. It was simply insane…

Jasmine. The woman had finally achieved her crazy goals. Kayden remembered perfectly that his descendant's peak strength had been very low—she had neither the potential nor the capacity to reach this level.

Other names were entirely expected by Kayden. Most of them had a long history and had been building solid strength for billions of years, long before the gods had even set foot in this universe.

Atlas stood imposingly with his arms crossed, carrying the full strength of a peak monarch—the only mage who had reached the absolute peak of his path, his realm, and had still remained a monarch. Not a single other mage in the universe had accomplished these three feats together. That alone placed him directly at the top.

Netero looked even older; not a single strand of hair remained on his head. He was wearing a robe that made his aura seem even more ancient. Kayden could not precisely gauge how far the demigod's strength had reached, but it was something insane—he could sense that a large part of the old man's soul had been converted into something divine.

Han stood beside his soul summon. This last detail caught Kayden completely by surprise—it was a divine soul being controlled by his former disciple. The strength of this soul was enough to make any weaker mortal die from mere exposure to its presence. It was simply another level of control.

Achilles… was an enigma. Kayden could not determine exactly how strong this mage was. He was also in the tenth realm, but he had not become a demigod. Not only that, but he also did not exude any grotesque or pronounced power—he was simply in the top 100, unmoving.

Marcus Aurelius stood in all his elegance as the Ice Emperor, imposing, holding the space around him with his laws of ice. The mage had never reached the level of a demigod; he was only a tenth-realm mage. Yet, he had still managed to reach this point. That made many things clear to Kayden.

Jormund, Marco's son, was also among the top 100. Both were only in the tenth realm, and yet they had managed to reach this level of power. Obviously, there was much more to these two than just ordinary mages—Kayden could see that now, given the level of power he had reached.

Matheus... he had all the glory of a true false god, his strength was bordering on the unbelievable, Kayden was able to easily see that Matheus was the most powerful wizard in this universe, probably not even Atlas was able to go head to head with him easily, but this was extremely hidden in a perfectly controlled aura.