In the Supreme Regions
These regions are the strongest in the entire world—unlike any other place.
Resources here are far greater, far rarer. Even the smallest treasure found in the Supreme Regions could be something that defies the heavens compared to what the lower, middle, or even high regions possess.
And because these lands are vast—twice the size of any other region—and overflowing with priceless resources, the Supreme Regions hold unmatched weight in this world.
While the other regions live in relative peace, rarely fighting except through limited alliances, the Supreme Regions are different.
They are constantly at war.
Their inhabitants despise each other with a burning hatred.
The reason is simple:
The number of Supreme Bloodlines is incredibly small.
But despite their small number, each controls vast territories and endless resources.
This equality in strength and wealth has locked them in a deadlock.
Unable to grow any stronger, they began coveting each other's lands and power—desiring to surpass the rest.
Of course, that is only what everyone sees on the surface.
The truth is far, far deeper…
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A Hidden Place within the Supreme Regions
A grand hall appeared—one so majestic and awe-inspiring that even the finest halls of the Middle Regions could not compare to its beauty, elegance, and prestige.
Inside, only a handful of people sat, but each one was among the strongest beings in this world—these were the heads of the Supreme Bloodlines themselves.
Laughter and calm discussions echoed softly through the chamber.
Had anyone from the High Regions, Middle Regions, or even ordinary members of the Supreme Bloodlines witnessed this scene, they would have been utterly shocked.
These leaders were infamous for hating each other's guts.
They had sworn vengeance countless times, promising death to their rivals.
Even the weakest among them had killed countless members of rival bloodlines—some had even killed the siblings, parents, or children of the very people sitting in this room.
And yet, right now, they sat as though no grudges existed between them.
As if they were lifelong friends.
Even their faces remained hidden—concealed for reasons known only to them.
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Minutes passed.
Suddenly, the eyes of one man slowly opened—he had been sleeping in a deep slumber, but was now awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, silence fell over the hall.
Every head turned toward the massive door.
Creaaak…
The door opened.
A figure stepped out—his face still hidden—but the oppressive aura surrounding him told everyone who he was.
He walked calmly to the highest seat in the hall and sat down.
At once, every head of the Supreme Bloodlines bowed deeply.
"Greetings to the King of the Supreme Regions—welcome back from your slumber!"
This man was the strongest existence in the entire world—perhaps the entire universe.
He was also the oldest living being known.
No one knew exactly how old he truly was.
He was the secret ruler of the Supreme Regions—his existence known only to the heads of the Supreme Bloodlines.
The king looked down at them in silence, then spoke a single word:
"What happened?"
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One of the leaders stepped forward, bowing respectfully, and said calmly:
"In answer to your question, my king: the High Region bloodlines attempted to escape the plan left behind by the Ancient Egyptians. They sought to prevent humanity from ever returning to rule over us.
They devised a clever and elaborate plan—keeping the Middle Regions and humans occupied with endless battles, while they could focus on attacking us while we were busy fighting among ourselves."
Everyone sighed in frustration—the plan of the High Bloodlines was indeed a brilliant one.
The speaker continued:
"We know well that escaping the Ancient Egyptians' plan is impossible.
Our lifespans are longer than those of the High Bloodlines—some of us even lived in an era very close to the time of the Ancient Egyptians and the First Cosmic War.
No matter how we struggled, we could never escape the Pharaohs' plan… nor their curse.
So we simply stopped trying.
We left them alone and let them do whatever they pleased.
But who would have expected that their plan was actually part of the Ancient Egyptians' plan all along?
They used it to make the Yeti King ascend.
And now, that very Yeti King has officially become the ruler of the Middle Regions.
Since then, we've heard nothing from the Middle Regions.
No news.
No spies have returned.
It's as if the Yeti King knew where they all were, kept them alive until he was done with them, then wiped them out."
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The man finished speaking and looked up at the king—but the king's expression remained unreadable, showing only the faintest trace of interest.
Another leader spoke up:
"As the advisor said, my king, ever since that plan succeeded, the Azure Falcon—the one depicted in the Egyptian temples—appeared once again.
And after its appearance, we all felt it—our power doubled.
Our bloodlines became purer and stronger.
The barrier that had always held us back… was half gone.
We took half a step forward on the path of ascension.
But this last half-step… is the most difficult of all."
Everyone looked at the king with burning curiosity.
They all knew that his bloodline was the purest of them all—that he was closest to fully ascending.
But the king did not answer.
He remained silent.
He knew what they were thinking—but he didn't care.
He too was surprised by this sudden growth in power, a power that had restored his bloodline to its original state.
He knew it was only a matter of time before he would ascend completely.
But he suppressed his excitement—and suppressed his power—because he understood a dangerous truth:
He might simply be a pawn in the Ancient Egyptians' grand plan.
His silence crushed the hopes of everyone in the hall.
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One of them finally broke the silence with a mocking tone:
"Who would have thought the Ancient Egyptian gods meant this when they said they would allow us to evolve and ascend?
We thought they meant we should slaughter each other and fight for power.
But all this time, none of us was allowed to ascend—until now.
And now, we—who had lost hope—finally have a chance to become stronger!"
Relief filled the hall.
They felt as though they had been freed from an eternal cage.
For countless years, they had been geniuses—monsters with limitless talent—yet their growth had been halted.
They had become nothing but old men waiting for death.
But now, they could see the path ahead again.
Their admiration—and fear—of the Ancient Egyptians grew even stronger.
They had lived in an era close to the end of the Pharaohs' reign, and they knew very well how terrifying those beings truly were.
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But one man scowled slightly before saying to the king:
"My king, when you were still asleep—before the falcon appeared or this plan unfolded—we all felt the presence of an Ancient Egyptian god.
But we could not tell who it was.
We believe this is their heir.
And as we all know… the Egyptian gods were not supposed to have left behind any heirs.
Which means this heir might be the key—the final piece in the gods' grand plan."
Everyone glared at him in anger, but no one stopped him.
The advisor quickly stepped forward:
"This is true, my king.
We all felt it as well.
But we could not wake you—we waited until your awakening to report it."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
They knew that the king's wrath was no small thing—punishment for offending him would be beyond cruel.
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The king's expression turned serious.
He now understood what this meant.
If this heir truly was the final piece in the Ancient Egyptians' plan…
Then no matter how weak he might be, no matter if he was just a minor god—he was still an Egyptian god.
And that was enough to change everything.
The king grew uneasy.
Would this heir be his enemy—or his ally?
No one knew his personality.
No one knew what the future would bring.
Finally, the king spoke again:
"So… what do you suggest we do about this heir?"
Everyone exchanged glances before one of them quickly replied:
"What if we create a religious cult—or an evil organization—on the surface world, with the sole purpose of either killing this heir or making him too weak to matter?"
The others agreed it was a good idea—but one hard to execute.
Then, the man who had been angry earlier suddenly smirked:
"Why not speak directly to the people of the surface world—their kings, their rulers?
Give them resources and power…
Then tell them this heir is a curse that will bring about the world's destruction.
Let them do the killing for us."
The hall fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by how simple—and brilliant—the idea was.
It required very few resources, and would let the humans do all the work, while their hands remained clean.
It was a cruel plan…
To make this heir hated by the entire world.
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Next Stop: A Second Heir?!?
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"What do you think of the chapter? If you liked it, let me know—we've reached Chapter 70, and I haven't seen your comments yet! I also know we've finished some story arcs and started new ones, but regardless… see for yourself and enjoy!"