Genius Noble With System
Chapter 212: Eon’s secret

Chapter 212: Eon’s secret

The battle between the geniuses of the ten great clans rages on. Although they have ruled the world together, fierce competition brews among them as each clan seeks to surpass the others and become the sole ruler of the world. However, even after ten thousand years, no single clan has been able to suppress the others fully.

So there is some serious beef between the clans, and as the golden generation, they naturally want to show their strength and dominate this generation.

Boom! Bang! Boom!...!!!

One after another, the group collided with explosions and shock waves. Even being suppressed so heavily and tired after climbing to the ninetieth platform didn’t diminish their strength and extraordinariness.

Apollo looked at the battle that had just started with interest. He also didn’t try to move ahead because if he did that, he would become the target of all of them, and even if he didn’t care, he still wanted to see these ten geniuses’ strengths.

He observed the chaotic battle with an expression of quiet intrigue. These were no ordinary participants—each genius of the ten great clans bore the legacy of countless generations, their bodies forged with rare bloodlines and their minds sharpened by relentless training. This was not just a clash of individuals; it was the culmination of ten thousand years of rivalry, ambition, and unresolved grudges.

Boom! Crack! Boom!

The platform shook violently as elemental forces collided. Flames roared, lightning cracked the air, frost spread in jagged arcs, and shadows slithered across the ground, intertwining in chaotic dances of destruction.

Kassandra, surrounded by flashes of lightning, fought off the relentless flames of the Pyroth genius, her laughter carrying through the air as she revelled in the intensity of the fight.

Drakins, on the other hand, seems to be attacked by two geniuses, as his blood mist aura seems to collide with a poisonous miasma-like aura and a contrasting light aura.

A storm of golden sand swept across the battlefield, summoned by the prince of the Dunestrider clan. It clashed against a barrage of glacial spikes launched by an Atlantia genius, creating a misty explosion that scattered shards of ice and sand in all directions. It was an out brawl as different geniuses faced each other.

Apollo folded his arms, the faintest flicker of interest in his crystal clear blue eyes. The clash unfolding before him was a rare sight—a display of peak talents, each fighting not just to survive but to dominate. So, this is the strength of the golden generation, he thought, his gaze following their movements with precision.

He also glanced at the mysterious Eon, who is a true dark horse, that appeared in this Grand Ten Clan Assembly.

This guy, Eon, has a mysterious and peculiar aura surrounding him. Even he cannot figure out what kind of strength he possesses.

The moment he looked at Eon, Eon glanced back at him. However, his thoughts were slightly different—his eyes carried a hint of confusion as he studied him.

"Hmm, there wasn’t supposed to be anyone other than the ten clans. So, how did this guy suddenly appear?" Eon murmured, unable to shake the strange feeling as he looked at Apollo.

In fact, Eon carried a great secret, which was why he was so surprised to see Apollo here. Even though Eon himself came from a weak clan, he was a regressor—someone who had travelled back in time. Armed with knowledge of the future, he knew almost everything that was supposed to happen. But Apollo’s appearance was a complete anomaly.

Everything else was exactly the same as before—except in his previous timeline, there had never been anyone like Apollo. Eon had been in this timeline for five years, and using his knowledge of events, he had climbed to his current position.

While there were small differences in this life compared to the one he remembered, none were this drastic. He had never seen or even heard of someone like Apollo in his previous life.

"Could he be like me? A fellow regressor?" Eon wondered aloud. "Otherwise, how else could a genius like him appear out of nowhere?" It was the only explanation that made sense to him.

But the idea unsettled him. He had never encountered another person who carried the burden of a second life. If Apollo was like him, it changed everything.

Eon closed his eyes briefly, memories flashing through his mind—battles fought, betrayals witnessed, alliances forged. His rebirth gave him the power to predict almost everything... except this. Who is Apollo?

His gaze flicked back to Apollo, who stood still, arms folded, his expression as calm as an undisturbed lake. It was a look Eon recognized well—one of someone who was in control even when surrounded by chaos.

Eon’s thoughts raced. If Apollo was truly a regressor, it would mean two things. One: his knowledge of this timeline was no longer reliable. And two: Apollo might be as dangerous—if not more so—than the geniuses of the ten great clans.

Just as Eon was about to say something, a deafening boom rocked the platform. A powerful shockwave tore through the air, forcing both of them to steady themselves as Drakin’s blood mist seemed to push the other two geniuses with a wave of weird blood.

He quickly turned to Drakin with a grave expression. In the previous timeline, Drakin had been the ultimate winner among the ten geniuses, rising to the top of the golden generation like a dragon soaring through the sky.

No... no, not like a dragon—more like a demon. From that moment on, he would crush everything in his path, forcing his way to the peak through rivers of blood, and become the strongest demon in history.

The Drakin of that timeline was not just a prodigy; he had become a force of destruction, an unstoppable demon whose rise left nothing but ruin.

A vivid memory flashed in Eon’s mind: Drakin stood on a mountain of corpses, his crimson eyes glowing like embers, the blood mist around him writhing with a life of its own. No one could stop him—not even the combined might of the ten great clans. He had carved his path to supremacy through unrelenting violence, leaving behind a legacy that terrified even the strongest.

Eon’s gaze darted to Apollo, who still stood calmly, watching the chaotic battle unfold. There was no sign of worry in Apollo’s expression—only quiet interest, as if he were observing the inevitable with an air of detachment. That unflinching composure made Eon uneasy.

Boom! Bang!

Drakin unleashed another wave of his blood mist, the thick aura crashing against the other two geniuses. The poisonous miasma dispersed in an instant, while the holy light flickered and dimmed as if suffocated by the sheer malevolence within Drakin’s power.

"You can’t stop me," Drakin sneered, his voice dripping with cold arrogance and cruelty. The two geniuses staggered back, their faces pale, as if the blood mist had sapped not just their strength but their very will to fight.

Slowly, Drakins strength seems to be awakening, and he starts to show his true strength, which seems to have surpassed the other nine geniuses. His terrifying aura shook all their hearts. Other geniuses stopped their battle and looked at him, who, covered in a bloody aura with crimson eyes, was standing with a cold, bone-chilling look.

Eon couldn’t help but recall the ability that made him the strongest. The mutated talent that lurked within Drakin was no mere bloodline inheritance. It was a twisted evolution—an ability to devour not only the life essence of others through blood but also their talents. Every genius he defeated made him stronger, faster, and deadlier.

He consumed their potential as easily as he drank their blood, becoming a walking nightmare—a demon with the power of countless clans fused into one being.

He became stronger by devouring the blood of various clans throughout the world and became the menace, the demon that shook the world.

In the previous timeline, Drakin had taken the talents of many—including his. Eon clenched his fists as the memory resurfaced, a sharp reminder of the humiliating defeat he had suffered at the hands of this demon. The despair of being powerless, watching his own abilities stripped away—it haunted him still.

The other nine geniuses, despite their pride and strength, turned toward him with expressions of unease. No matter how confident they were in their abilities, none could deny the dread that crept into their hearts.

"You’re all weak." Drakin’s voice echoed as he seemed to say to all of them, low and venomous, as his blood mist pulsed outward like a heartbeat.

Eon’s heart steadied, his thoughts clearing with renewed determination. This was not the unstoppable Drakin from the previous timeline. Not yet. The monster he remembered—the one who consumed entire bloodlines, assimilating talents from every corner of the world—hadn’t fully awakened.

There was still time to stop him.

Eon took a deep breath, the weight of the past heavy on his shoulders. I won’t let history repeat itself. His eyes sharpened, filled with steely resolve.

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