Chapter 1 An Unpleasant Message

"You said there were clashes between strange Innovation Ascetics and guards in the west, and some people died?"

When Marquis Nicabel Bonassen, master of the Eastern Plains Territory of the Rajimonash world, awoke in the morning, he received news that displeased him greatly.

Nicabel was twenty-two years old this year. Even in the nearly collapsed Empire, it was extremely rare to become the head of the family and inherit the title of Marquis at this age.

He had snow-white skin, thin lips with a hint of blood, and smooth golden hair falling over his shoulders. Even among elves, such appearance and temperament were extremely rare, especially that youthful and energetic, life-filled aura, which was hard to find in the elf kingdom full of twilight.

The most powerful people in the world, the result of nearly a thousand years of eugenics, were the great aristocratic families. They possessed the best talent for spellcasting and physical prowess, whether they were mages, warriors, or even warlocks and clerics. The education they received was naturally the best, so as long as they wanted to succeed, they could certainly stand at the top of the world.

The Bonassen family was one of them. Magic flowed in their blood, and the structure of their muscles, internal organs, blood vessels, and even bones had been transformed through innate and acquired cultivation and alchemy to most easily condense life force and refine *douqi* (internal energy). They were awakened extraordinary individuals from birth, while ordinary people needed luck to touch that glimmer of dawn even with diligent study and hard training.

Every member of the Bonassen family had intelligence and charm far beyond ordinary people. Compared with these elites who shone with brilliance from birth, the ordinary people living in the streets did not seem to be the same species at all.

In fact, they almost weren't anymore.

Nicabel never slacked in his training. He woke up at six in the morning and began two hours of comprehensive training in the castle's gravity training room. Ten maids bathed, dressed, and groomed him, and then he slowly enjoyed a breakfast carefully prepared by an entire team of chefs all morning.

At breakfast, the steward would report some territorial matters, but nothing too important, so as not to disturb the Marquis's mood.

"Innovation Ascetics... Right, the newly emerged heretical cult from the Wasteland."

Hearing the news of death, Nicabel wasn't too surprised. They were just ordinary people. Even fishing and hunting would result in many deaths each year to make it through winter, just like the endless growth of wild grass in the spring.

What displeased him more was that his side had lost: "Although they left behind many corpses, my guards actually failed to capture that heretical group?"

Even as he said this, he continued to slowly enjoy the fig wine soup fed to his mouth by the elf maid beside him, and then smiled, "They should be punished."

"Indeed, they should be punished." The steward on the other side bowed slightly. The role of reporting information during the Marquis's breakfast was naturally not simple. Steward Snar was such a figure. This half-elf had served four generations of the Bonassen family's Marquis, and his loyalty had been tested countless times. He had also contributed a lot when the young Marquis took control of the family's power, so he was still the chief steward of the Marquis's territory: "Please take a look."

As he spoke, the half-elf with some white hair handed the thin crystal screen in his hand to the young Marquis.

"That group of Innovation Heretics does not respect the Eternal Supreme God, nor do they abide by the Sacred Law. They deny the Heaven-ordained Noble Blood, believing that ordinary people can also achieve the same accomplishments as the Heaven-ordained Noble Blood through hard work."

Nicabel whispered, without showing disdain, and without even having similar thoughts in his heart—the idea that ants could surpass humans was not funny, nor was it worthy of contempt, but simply boring and meaningless: "Worthy of encouragement. If my younger brothers had such courage, I probably wouldn't be sitting in this position."

Scanning all the information, Nicabel savored the taste of the wine soup. Figs were plants containing life magic. Cooked and stewed with high-purity sacred wine, and then cooked by a chef with a degree in alchemy, the vitality and magic contained within could be stimulated, while maintaining a fresh, tender, and crisp taste. It could be said that it was both a delicacy and a magic potion. Taking a bowl could replenish most of the energy of an ordinary spellcaster, without any sequelae.

Just as he finished eating, the maid on the side familiarly served another spoonful of soup at the right temperature. Nicabel took a sip, then shook his head slightly: "These heretical cults always appear one after another. This is obviously the responsibility of the border guards. They patrol the Wasteland, but have not captured the rioters within completely. There aren't enough slaves in the mines."

"My lord is right."

The steward nodded knowingly: "But Captain Molay has worked hard for so many years, it's normal for there to be a few more mistakes recently."

"What's more, he was originally from the Wasteland, so it's not surprising that he's a little soft-hearted towards the people there."

Rubbing the chest of the maid on one side, causing her to retreat, the young Marquis pondered for a while, and smiled slightly: "Captain Molay has served the Bonassen family for thirty years, it's time for him to rest. After all, he is an old man left by my father, so it's not good to punish him too much... How about this, bring his family to my manor in the south and grant him retirement."

"My lord is merciful." Steward Snar smiled without showing his teeth: "Captain Molay will thank you. It's truly the blessing of the Eternal Supreme God to be able to live in the manor you once lived in. It can be considered that he has gained a bit of noble aura."

"If it were another family, this low-born guy would have been dragged off to be made into spellcasting materials long ago. Only the Great Lord is kind enough to give him a chance."

"Father also makes mistakes."

Nicabel shook his head and changed the subject: "How are the mine's profits?"

"The production of spirit crystal mines is very stable, and the speed of spirit crystal gestation has not decreased." The steward said: "It's just that the Great Lord seeks stability and is unwilling to increase the elemental density inside the mine, so the output in recent years has only been a few hundred thousand crystals. Compared with other mines of the same level that produce millions, it is much less."

"Indeed, it's much less."

Another maid served tea. The Marquis took a sip, and his eyebrows rose: "The Bonassen family doesn't lack this little bit of spirit crystals. Father's consideration is also correct, after all, people are also our property... But the Empire isn't very peaceful recently, the neighboring..."

"The Imperial family is in turmoil, and war is about to begin." Steward Snar immediately interjected: "Different times naturally have different approaches. The southwest mine is uniquely blessed. Increasing the elemental concentration will produce 1.5 million crystals a year without any problems, but a few dozen more people will die from crystallization disease each month. As long as we compensate with some spirit crystals, their families will be grateful for your generosity and benevolence, my lord."

"Mm."

Without saying a word, everything went smoothly. Marquis Nicabel understood why even his father, such an awkward fellow, liked Steward Snar. He smiled: "Do as you said... What!?"

Suddenly, the earth shook, and a violent earthquake shook the castle. The walls and pillars trembled like fragile noble ladies in the cold wind. All the magic circles seemed to fail one after another, and even the solid load-bearing stone pillars burst with cracks and tottered.

Unlike the Marquis and steward who possessed extraordinary power, the maids serving on the side could not resist the violent shaking that seemed to topple the earth. They fell to the ground one after another, and some were even hit by falling ceiling fragments and bled from their heads... But no one made even the slightest sound.

They knew better than anyone that if they were to 'lose decorum' in front of the Marquis, what they would lose would not only be the opportunity to serve this noble blood closely, but also the possibility of the entire family suffering punishment and falling from grace.

But Nicabel had no mind to care about such trivial matters. His brow furrowed, and faint blue lines appeared all over his body as his magic erupted.

In an instant, the Marquis shattered the ceiling and came into mid-air.

He raised his head and stared at the top of the sky. Then, the expression of this young Marquis gradually changed, from initial anger and doubt to later confusion and incomprehension.

Finally, there was fear.

"The Supreme God!?"

Because, at the top of the sky of this world, above the heavens of this world, appeared a huge, glorious, and radiant human figure, shining with endless light.

This figure, the residents of the entire Rajimonash world, whether humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, or sea-folk, all knew clearly—that was the 'Eternal Supreme God' that everyone, whether commoners or Heaven-ordained Noble Blood, ordinary people or extraordinary individuals, equally revered and equally worshipped!

【Primordial Torch Dragon!!!!】

Even, one could hear the voice of the Eternal Supreme God, filled with panic and anger, and mixed with some inexplicable words: 【You actually, actually dare...】

*Bang*.

Then there was a sound like some enormous fist striking a flexible, fleshy object with unimaginable speed, and the tearing sound that followed, the scene of blood filled with endless hot light being sprinkled, covered the entire sky of the Rajimonash world. Even the light of the sun, moon, and stars was covered, and all living things could only see a series of stars like blood floating on the top of the sky.

And the shadow representing the Eternal Supreme God was rapidly becoming larger, closer, and closer to the outer dome of this world—

Then came the collision.

*Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!*

The long and drawn-out sound was the echo of something tough and hard being shattered by pure violence, transmitted into the atmosphere. The sound was so magnificent that it was like an overly vast drum song.

The barrier of heaven and earth shattered, and the fragments of the world's boundary turned into rain and meteorites, falling into every corner of heaven and earth. Those burning stars fell to the earth, bringing with them streaks of brilliant golden lines, flying in arcs across the clouds and mountains, and finally landing on the oceans and lands, collapsing into the purest aura mist.

But all of these sights, everything combined, could not compare to the shock of a golden-white god, releasing a pure and immaculate light, larger than the world, being slapped in the face by the tail of a hideous and terrifying void dragon, and finally smashing onto the world.

"How can we improve the Great Dao together with you insects?"

One could hear a voice filled with regret and determination, coming from the mouth of the void dragon, its tone as unshakable as a boulder in the sea: "There can be no more hesitation, we must use a heavy fist!"

With that, it threw another dragon punch, making the other party disoriented, divine blood splattering into the void, turning into a diffuse nebula mist.

【Where exactly did I go wrong?!】

At this moment, the Dao-Integrating expert, the Eternal Supreme God, the deity upholding the 'purity' Dao, was furious—the face of this Dao-Integrating deity was completely disfigured, smashed to pieces by Su Zhou's multi-universe void battle form. His body was also full of teeth marks, and it was obvious that someone had bitten him mercilessly, but without actually biting anything off.

Although he had originally planned to come and find the Primordial Torch Dragon for trouble, seeing so many Dao-Integrating experts around looking for the Primordial Torch Dragon, this Eternal Supreme God originally thought that he was not in a hurry to cause trouble. Perhaps it would not even be his turn to queue up, and the Primordial Torch Dragon would have already been solved by someone else.

But who knew that that guy would suddenly turn his head and start differentiating many Great Dao avatars, attacking several Dao-Integrating experts, and he was one of them!

Attacking was fine, but this Primordial Torch Dragon had no dignity or face as a Dao-Integrating expert at all... He actually opened his mouth to bite people!

Did he have no shame!

"Why else would I become a dragon head if I didn't bite people?"

Su Zhou asked strangely, the young man in dragon form confused by the other party's thoughts: "If I was in human form, I would definitely use weapons or throw stones and release waves, but as a dragon, apart from breathing, clawing, the only other possibilities are tail swipes and biting!"

That was the logic, but it was still difficult for the Dao-Integrating expert to accept, especially since the tooth marks on his body contained Great Dao injuries, which probably wouldn't heal for decades.

And Su Zhou's next words bit him even deeper, more deeply than real teeth: "What's more, what did you do wrong? Take a look at these worlds under your command, wow, the people at the top look down on everyone else, huh? I'm saying, why do you have to mess around with your pure-blooded nobles, why not just have reproductive isolation and co-evolution? Is it so difficult to create a labor race without intelligence and an elite noble race? Why do you have to let people oppress people, people treat people like trash, are you cheap or what?"

"You're already a Dao-Integrating expert, and you're still messing around with caste bloodlines... You ask yourself, isn't there something wrong with this system, doesn't it fundamentally fail to unleash the full productivity of an intelligent race?"

"Cheap!"

【Shut up!】

Clearly, he couldn't compete with Su Zhou in this regard. The Eternal Supreme God had not participated in Dao discussions without learning a few things. He immediately skillfully shifted the topic: 【Is it really okay for you to kill ordinary people like this! Primordial Torch Dragon, you've knocked me into this world, killing and injuring no less than hundreds of millions! All the oppression in this world for ten thousand years wouldn't kill this many people!】

As he said this, he tried to get up, but just as he propped his hand on the world, the Eternal Supreme God suddenly froze.

This feeling... is the world barrier?

But when did it reappear!? Didn't it just get smashed a moment ago?

"Hilarious, when did I kill anyone?"

Su Zhou's voice came from the distant universe: "I didn't kill a single bacterium, no one died in that world, there might be a few injured, but I healed them all, and gave them compensation!"

"If I can't even do this, what kind of Dao-Integrating expert am I, what kind of Dao-Integrating battle am I fighting!"

"Shut up, insect, stop quibbling, watch my heavy fist!"