Alexander Magnus had crushed a Celestial Prodigy without breaking a sweat.
To him, it was nothing.
To the world, it was a declaration.
News spread like wildfire. Across empires, sacred lands, and forbidden realms, prodigies and ancient powers took notice.
This was no ordinary genius.
This was a force that would rewrite history.
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Celestial Domain – The Aurelius Clan
Deep within a floating palace of divine light, Zephyr Aurelius knelt before an elder.
The hall was immense, lined with golden pillars that stretched into infinity. Celestial flames flickered in the air, casting ethereal shadows.
At the throne sat Grand Saint Aurelius, his presence like a divine star. His mere gaze bent space.
He stared down at Zephyr. "Defeated?"
Zephyr clenched his fists. "I was powerless."
The elder's expression remained unreadable. Silence lingered.
Then, he spoke. "Alexander Magnus… he is a storm."
Other figures sat in the hall—Aurelius elders, prodigies of the clan, some even Saint Kings. All listening.
One youth, Seraphis Aurelius, smirked. "So what if he's powerful? In the end, he is just one person."
An elder shook his head. "You do not understand."
He turned to Zephyr. "What was his level?"
Zephyr's voice was strained. "…Peak Grandmaster."
The hall fell silent.
Then—laughter. Cold, uneasy laughter.
"A Grandmaster?" one elder muttered in disbelief. "He crushed you… and he was only at the Grandmaster Realm?"
Zephyr lowered his head. He knew the weight of that statement.
A prodigy of the Celestial Race humiliated by someone two realms below.
Grand Saint Aurelius's voice was calm, but absolute.
"We must watch him closely. If he continues to grow unchecked… even the heavens may not control him."
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Demonic Abyss – The Crimson Lords
In the Demonic Abyss, where shadows twisted and reality warped, a figure sat on a throne of bones.
Dreadlord Malphas, a terrifying Demon Sovereign, listened to the whispers of his informants.
"Alexander Magnus." He said the name slowly, tasting it. A mixture of interest and… unease.
Beside him, a young man in crimson robes chuckled. "A mortal child causing such waves? Interesting."
This was Varian Malphas, a Demon Prince, known as the Crimson Calamity.
Malphas's black eyes flickered. "This boy will either become a feast for us… or a disaster."
Varian smirked. "Then let's make him a feast."
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The Beast Clans – The Titan's Roar
In the vast Titan Wastes, where divine beasts ruled, a colossal golden lion lay atop a mountain of bones.
This was Emperor Leonhardt, the ruler of the Titan Beast Clan.
His eyes gleamed with primordial wisdom. "The blood of an Overlord Saint… and the strength of the ancients."
Beside him, a young tiger-like beast, humanoid in form, bared his fangs. "I'll fight him."
The lion emperor's deep laughter shook the land. "You will lose, young one."
The young beast, Raigo the Stormfang, grinned. "Then I'll just get stronger."
The emperor's gaze lingered on the distant horizon. "Perhaps he is the one we've been waiting for."
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Alexander's Journey – The Mortal Realms
Meanwhile, Alexander Magnus wandered through the streets of Azure Crest City, blending among mortals and lesser cultivators.
He had left his family's domain to experience the world himself.
Dressed in simple robes, he walked through bustling streets, observing the common people, lesser sects, and struggling warriors.
To them, he was just another young man.
But even as he suppressed his aura, some instinctively trembled as he passed.
Like prey sensing a predator.
He stopped by a small tea house, watching a group of mercenaries boast about their battles.
One man, a scarred cultivator, spoke loudly. "I heard there's a monster in the empire! A Grandmaster stronger than Saints!"
His companions laughed. "Bah, rumors. No Grandmaster could defy Saints."
Alexander sipped his tea, amused. If only they knew.
Suddenly—
A sharp presence.
He sensed it. Killing intent.
Someone was watching him.
A Shadow Moves
Far above, hidden in the rooftops, a figure in black robes knelt, peering through a golden scope.
The assassin whispered. "Target acquired. He doesn't even notice me."
From the communicator in his ear, a voice replied.
"Then eliminate him. Now."
The assassin drew a blade that shimmered with void energy, infused with a poison capable of killing even Saints.
He moved.
And in that instant—
Alexander vanished.
The assassin froze. "Wha—"
Then, a whisper echoed behind him.
"You think I didn't notice?"
The assassin spun—
But it was too late.
A single golden palm touched his chest.
BOOM.
The assassin's body erupted into golden flames, his scream cut short as he disintegrated into nothing.
Alexander sighed, stepping back into the light.
He whispered. "They're getting bolder."
He had just begun his journey.
And already, the world was trying to kill him.