Triune: The broken path
Chapter 41: upcoming contest

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: upcoming contest

*****Years Later...

*****Silence reigned as time passed, allowing weaker races to grow after the main races had retreated.

***Many terrifying races had vanished, including the Primordial Abyssal Demon Race, led by the fearsome Void. Their traces were lost, but their history remained.

***Now, millions of eras have passed, and the effects of the great war are being forgotten—yet its scars remain.

***The Power Realms of the Middle Lands

The power hierarchy of the Middle Lands, from lowest to highest, is as follows:

Awakener

Demigod

False God

Minor God

Low-Level God

Middle God

High God

This is the highest level of power within the Middle Lands. However, beyond them reside the Supreme Gods, Origin Gods, and Primordial Gods, who exist in the High Lands—a domain of beings so powerful they threaten existence itself.

Kael slowly closed the book and let out a deep breath. He was bewildered. This information was an eye-opener. It seemed he was only beginning to grasp the Realm of War. According to the book, these power levels applied only to those who possessed concepts—but there were other power systems as well.

Then there was the war... that war.

Kael felt a chill run down his spine as he read about it. How strong was Sequence Zero? The fact that he wasn’t even a god, yet all gods feared him, was terrifying. What kind of strength is that?

The deeper Kael read, the more he realized how unfathomably deep the waters of the Middle Lands ran. Then he came across something else—the Sequences.

****The Eleven Sequences of each concepts

***There are eleven known Sequences of all each concepts, but only ten are commonly acknowledged. The last, Sequence Zero, is so overwhelmingly powerful that they are forbidden from making a move—otherwise, the High Gods will descend to suppress them.

This revelation shook Kael. It seemed that all Sequences were terrifying beings of destruction, feared by all.

Now, Kael had a goal—to become the Sequence of the Concept of Chaos. But more than that, he wanted to meet the Sequence Zero of the God of Destruction Concept. That being fascinated him.

Kael placed the book down, glancing around the small artic space. It had been a few months since his cultivation jumped from the Awakener Realm to the Demigod Realm. Though his progress would slow considerably in the future, he had realized something—in the Realm of War, those without someone to rely on were the strongest.

He reconsidered his choice of staying with a group. The benefits were obvious—more people meant more information, better coordination, and increased resources. But they would slow him down. Worse, he would have to worry about them.

No, in the end, using others as tools was the best path. Trusting anyone was the dumbest mistake.

Kael sighed.

"Walking alone is the best. But with my Chaos Ability, I can create tools to do anything for me—before they outlive their usefulness."

A grin spread across his face.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

"Die in a natural way."

With those words whispered, Kael closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

*******

At a Barracks...

A soldier under Kael’s control was drinking and laughing with his comrades, enjoying himself—until he started coughing.

The bonfire was quickly extinguished as his friends called for a medic. The soldier collapsed, unconscious.

By the time the doctor arrived, it was too late. His heart had failed.

"Doctor, is he okay?!" one of his colleagues asked, the alcohol clearing from their eyes as they stared at their fallen comrade.

The doctor sighed and packed his equipment.

"Sorry to say this, but he had a heart attack."

"Fuck."

Heads lowered as silence filled the air.

*******

At the Wakon Race Council

The council of elders convened in a holographic meeting, figures gathered in a vast chamber.

These individuals made the decisions for the entire Wakon Race.

Sujikn, one of the council members, spoke first.

"It’s done. Riya is the one with the strongest Concept. She has awakened the Concept of Nothingness. I called this meeting to discuss her training and our next steps.

Should we send her to the Central Plane, where the Sequences reside, and have her fight to become the Sequence of Nothingness?"

The other elders listened in silence.

"You’ve done well, dear," a feminine voice finally echoed. "However, keeping her here won’t be enough—but sending her out there is too dangerous. I just received news that the kin Race has produced a being with the Concept of War.

Adding to that, the Dragon Race’s prodigy is about to face ’her’... It seems the awakening of the Realm of War is beginning."

Another voice, deeper and more solemn, added:

"Becoming a Sequence isn’t just a matter of talent. We barely have a Minor God among us. Sequences can kill Minor Gods with ease."

The room fell into deep thought.

He was right.

Sequences are terrifying beings. Every race knew it. To become a Sequence was to stand at the peak, a future Supreme God in the making.

"Alright," another voice spoke, breaking the silence. "Let’s focus on her training. Should she explore on her own or not?"

Sujikn frowned.

"She’s still too weak. Her current realm is barely at the False God level, while beings out there are already at the Minor God realm. She will be crushed.

And if a Sequence catches her aura... it’s over."

Everyone sighed.

The fastest and most efficient way for those with concepts to grow stronger was to devour others with concepts. The best method? Killing other concept wielders.

That was the terrifying reality.

Riya’s abilities were powerful but nowhere near their peak. She wasn’t ready.

"Then what if she spars with weaker races that have concept wielders?" someone suggested.

"Yes! We can organize a contest for her to gain experience and evaluate her strength against other concept wielders," the female elder added.

Everyone agreed instantly.

"Then it’s decided," Sujikn declared. "A contest will be held among the nearby races.

The winner will receive a Dimensional Reduction Weapon and Star Orbs to fuel its energy."

No one disagreed.

Although a dimensional reduction weapon was important, to the technologically advanced race, losing one was barely a concern. They wouldn’t be too bothered by it.

Besides, they would train Riya, and when they were done, she would undoubtedly emerge as the winner.

Soon, news and invitations were sent out to the nearby races, sparking discussions and rumors.

"Really? Are the Wakon race serious about this?" a man with a gray beard and hair asked, his voice filled with skepticism.

"Yes, Father. It seems their experiment has succeeded," the younger male replied, his facial features bearing a striking resemblance to the older man.

"Hmph... I trust you, son, to kill the so-called success of their experiment," the old man said coldly.

"Yes, Father," the young man responded.

"Son, even if it’s Riya, you have to—" the old man paused, but his son nodded in understanding.

"Father, if she is the one, I’ll be even happier to kill her," the young man said, shocking the old man. Then, with a respectful bow, he left.

"Hahaha! That’s my boy," the old man laughed heartily, his beard trembling with his amusement.

Outside the door, the young man gazed up at the sky.

"I can’t believe you did that, Riya, but you never thought I had the Bead of Reincarnation. Now that I know your true self in this life, you will regret everything... and I mean it," he murmured before stepping into the shadows.

This was the Three-Armed Giant Race, their immense size and bulging muscles threatening to tear through their skin.

One of the closest races to the Wakon race was the human city Kael was in.

In a dimly lit room, a man surrounded by terrifyingly cold weapons rested his chin on his fist, his eyes gleaming with mockery.

"So, the Wakon race has succeeded?" he mused.

"No experiment can ever compare to the real thing," he sneered.

As his face became visible, it was revealed to be Drakus—the uncle of Elisa.

"Release the news. Let anyone with a concept ability participate," Drakus commanded.

A nearby shadow twisted, and a teenage girl emerged. She stood at approximately 1.75 meters (5’9").

"Yes, Commander," she said, bowing before blending into the shadows and vanishing.

Drakus leaned back in his chair, unconcerned. The contest itself was insignificant—everyone knew the Wakon race was merely using it to prove their experiment’s success.

What truly intrigued him was the inevitable clash between the Dragon Prodigy and the Space-Time Girl.

"When those two collide... the Middle Lands will tremble," he murmured.

After all, she was from the advanced Immortal Human Race—a terrifying lineage.

Immortals were beings who could never die of natural causes. They were born powerful, cultivated further, and—on rare occasions—awakened a concept. Those who did were always formidable.

*********

On a narrow footpath, Kael entered an inn and sat in the far corner, ordering nothing. As a child, unnecessary attention might alert Drakus and expose him.

Beside him, two drunken men were engaged in conversation.

"Cough... Have you heard? The Wakon race is hosting a contest," the first man slurred.

"Huh? Why?" the second man asked, clearly intoxicated.

"Who knows... I heard something about an experiment," the first man replied, and the two burst into laughter.

Kael smirked, his mind racing with thoughts.

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