Seven days had passed since the war ended. The battlefield, once drenched in blood and divine fury, now lay silent, reclaimed by time. Yet, amidst the stillness, one anomaly remained—the space portal created by Kent.
The portal shimmered endlessly, an ethereal gateway connecting the Spirit World to the Nine Realms. From its depths, superior mana poured out, dispersing into the lower realms, weaving a new destiny for all life.
At first, the people of the Spirit World were in awe, thinking that it would remain as Kent’s bravest sigil. However, as days passed, murmurs of concern arose again among the denizens of the higher planes.
“This portal is still draining our sacred mana!” a celestial scholar exclaimed. “If it remains open, the balance of power will change forever. The Nine Realms will no longer be inferior!”
“The laws of nature are shifting,” another lower god noted gravely. “Superior mana was meant to be exclusive to the Spirit World. If the lower realms obtain it, who knows what will come next?”
Many approached the demigods, demanding that the portal be closed. But none dared to act. The portal was more than just an open gate; it was a symbol of the great war, a reminder of how the humans had fought alone, without the aid of gods, and emerged victorious.
War God, now one of the most respected figures among deities, stood before the family leaders, general and raised his hand. “The portal stays.” His voice carried weight beyond mere command—it was a declaration of the new era. “This is a gift to the lower realms, a recognition of their sacrifice. We gods did nothing when they needed us. Now, this is their compensation.”
And so, the portal remained, a beacon of the human spirit’s triumph. As long as it stood, Kent’s name would never be forgotten. Future generations would inherit a world enriched by superior mana, enabling growth, evolution, and power beyond what had been imagined before.
The Nine Realms began to flourish. New academies of magic and cultivation sprouted. Cities expanded, and once barren lands became lush and full of vitality. The age of divine exclusivity was ending, and a new chapter in history was beginning—one where mortals could walk side by side with gods as equals.
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In the days that followed, the heavens buzzed with celebrations. The War God was chosen to ascend as an Old God, taking his place among the highest deities.
Meanwhile, the Storm God, known for his strength and unbreakable will, was appointed as the new head of the demigods.
From the big families in the spirit world, invitations flowed endlessly—to Kent. Every major god wished to offer him something, from divine treasures to marriage alliances. Some sought to make him a god, others offered vast realms under his rule.
“Marry my daughter, Kent, and rule the Celestial Mountains!” the Mountain King implored.
“Become the master of my divine city,” another goddess offered, her beauty radiating with divine charm. “All the riches of heaven will be yours.”
Even the Storm God, despite his stern nature, personally invited Kent to his coronation.
“Come, Kent. Take your rightful place among the gods. You need only speak, and you shall become one of us.”
But Kent declined them all. He rejected godhood, refused riches, ignored the pleas of the celestial beings. Instead, he focused on the rebuilding of the Nine Realms.
His days were spent securing the futures of his people. He visited the families of his loved ones, offering them safety, wealth, and power to ensure their security. He worked to establish a new system of governance, creating a structured and fair rule across the realms.
Many believed he was preparing for a grand marriage, but Amelia, among all his women, sensed something deeper.
One evening, as they stood atop a great mountain overlooking the vast, flourishing lands below, she confronted him. “You are settling everything as if preparing to leave,” she said, her voice shaking. “Tell me the truth, Kent. What are you planning?”
He gazed at the horizon for a long moment before answering. “Stay calm, Amelia. There are still things I must decide. This world is changing, but my path… my purpose is not yet clear.”
She clenched her fists, feeling fear creep into her heart. Kent was no longer just a hero—he was becoming something more, something distant. And she feared what that meant for their future.
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With the influx of superior mana, the Nine Realms evolved rapidly. New governance systems were established, led by both humans and demigods. Cities rose like never before, and magical advancements flourished. Communication between the realms became instantaneous with the invention of mana-transmitting orbs. Trade, culture, and knowledge spread like wildfire.
Madam Clerk, Kent’s mother and leader of the 9 realms, personally oversaw these advancements. The Blue Planet, once an ordinary realm, was now the capital of the Nine Realms, its influence surpassing even the Spirit World.
The name ‘Kent’ was etched into history. Stories of his battle were recorded in the Glass Orbs of Memory, which replayed the events of the war for anyone who wished to witness his legend. Children grew up idolizing him, and songs were sung of the warrior who had defied fate.
And yet, amidst this golden age, one question lingered in everyone’s heart—what would Kent do next?
On the thirteenth day after the war, Kent finally left the family members.
Alone, Kent journeyed to the Devil Mountain of the Sixth Realm. It was a place of whispers and forgotten secrets, where unknown dangers slumbered. No one knew why he had gone there, nor what he sought after all the wars had ended.
Kent vanished for next 3 days.
Rumors spread—was he seeking forbidden knowledge? A power beyond gods? Or was he simply disappearing, leaving the world to move on without him?
The gods watched from the heavens, silent and powerless as humans developed rapidly from superior mana. The mortals waited, uncertain yet hopeful.
And as Kent disappeared into the mist-covered peaks of devil mountain, his thoughts ran behind Apex World where Immortality lies.