The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

"The Absolute of Chaos!"

With Magnus' master appearing, the battlefield fell silent.

Even in their rage and anger, the supreme masters of the sects and families attacking Maximus found themselves unable to move.

Just when everything seemed to be set in stone, multiple auras belonging to the Absolutes once again manifested on the battlefield.

"Hey, you're all here. What an honor." Marcus, the Absolute of Chaos, smiled as he greeted his acquaintances.

The Seven Absolutes of the Courts of Council.

The Absolutes of the other five sects and four families.

In total, over seventeen Absolute powerhouses stood present on the scene.

Instead of easing in tension, Maximus frowned at the sight.

The arrival of additional powerhouses only increased the uncertainty.

"Marcus, why don't you leave this place and let the young ones fight?" the Absolute from the Divine Sect asked amiably.

Marcus, the Absolute of Chaos, was the strongest under the Overlord Realm.

Even the Seven Absolutes of the Court Council, who possessed the combined power of an Overlord, hesitated to engage this maniac in combat.

If they fought, they might defeat Marcus—but it would come at the cost of their lives.

Moreover, it had been long since anyone had seen Marcus in action.

None could gauge how far his strength had grown.

By speaking amicably, they hoped to coax him out of the battlefield without provoking his ire.

"Hahaha! I'm here to protect my junior! Unless you all leave, you'll need to get through over my dead body."

Looking at his towering figure, Malgron was filled with admiration.

This is my master—the embodiment of arrogance and chaos, he thought.

Marcus treated disasters not as catastrophes but as challenges like games to be conquered.

Even the Dark Disasters that loomed over the Aeon Plane was a mere fight his master eagerly awaited.

Meanwhile, hearing his proclamation, the crowd grew silent.

Though they didn't fully understand the purpose behind their juniors' attack on Maximus.

The desperation in their efforts suggested it was something far more significant than mere life and death.

"Do you really want to fight?"

"Come on!"

Clenching his fists, Marcus eagerly awaited their response.

Just as a battle was about to erupt, a more powerful force descended upon the battlefield.

"Enough! You've caused enough trouble!"

Ascelon Donmarch, the Overlord of the Interdimensional Alliance, intervened, halting the impending chaos.

A battle between Absolutes was a calamity they could not afford—especially with the Dark Disaster looming on the horizon.

"Ancestor, please punish this evil incarnation, Maximus Shadowcrest!" Arnulfo pleaded.

As a member of the same family, Arnulfo hoped Ascelon would favor them, perhaps even capture Maximus for the betterment of the Donmarch Family.

"Enough! You weaklings! You can't even defeat a Tier 10 individual, and yet you dare to seek justice from me?!"

These so-called masters of the Ocean of Law had left him speechless.

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They had been given the opportunity to deal with Maximus—and yet failed spectacularly.

"But—"

Though trembling before the Overlord's wrath, Arnulfo was unwilling to give up.

This battle alone had cost them eight masters of the Ocean of Law.

Including the previous casualties, Maximus had slain seventeen of them in total!

"No worries, I saved your people…"

Suddenly, the Absolute of Righteousness appeared, extending his hands to reveal an intact Core of Origin belonging to the eight masters of the Ocean of Law.

"This—"

Seeing their allies' intact Core of Origin, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Without significant damage, it would only take a few epochs for their comrades to recover their strength.

"Now, do you still want to fight?"

Calming down, they shook their heads with resigned sighs.

With so many forces stepping in to halt their actions, how could they dare to continue?

They knew that if they continued, a devastating war might sweep through the Dimensional Alliance.

Perhaps, before the Dark Disaster could claim them, such a conflict would tear them apart.

While they hadn't suffered significant losses, stopping now was the only logical choice.

Even so, they looked at Maximus with a sense of unwillingness.

As the farce came to an end, Ascelon took a deep look at the masters of the Ocean of Law, warning them.

Turning to Maximus, a complicated emotion flickered in his eyes before he finally shifted his attention to the Absolutes present.

Without another word, Ascelon left the scene.

"Come, let's go back! The damage you've caused is already more than enough!"

Gathering their sect and family members, the remaining masters of the Ocean of Law slowly retreated from the battlefield.

However, just before they left, Maximus's voice rang out.

"After the Etherium Realm is sorted out, you are welcome to visit," Maximus said meaningfully.

Hearing the hidden implications in his words, complicated expressions crossed their faces.

It was clear that they would have to bleed the next time they negotiated with Maximus.

As the defeated factions finally departed, a satisfied expression spread across Maximus's face.

Although there had been some complications along the way, everything had gone according to his plan.

Training his family, proving the power of the Order of Maxim, and finally collecting Seeds of Path—he had achieved all his goals.

With hundreds of Seeds of the River of Law and 17 Seeds of the Ocean of Law now in his possession, Maximus felt content.

As for denying them the opportunity to access his unlimited energy? Maximus would never do that.

He understood well the power of collective strength.

Maximus wasn't arrogant enough to think he could face the Dark Disaster alone.

He needed these powerhouses to share some of the burden, buying him precious time and space to grow stronger until he could stand alone against the threat.

As for the skirmish, Maximus hadn't lost anything. He didn't take it to heart.

In fact, he thought he might even use it as leverage to raise his prices in the future.

Smiling wickedly, Maximus suddenly noticed the Seven Absolutes standing before him.

"You really are an evil incarnate," the Absolute of Judgment muttered, observing the sinister smile on Maximus's face.

"Really? What's evil, and what's not?"

"Is it based on your perception? The rules of the Aeon Plane? Or the judgment of the majority?"

"Just because I killed someone more important, does that make me more evil than those who killed weaker ones?"

"You seven have probably killed far more than I have. Does that make you the embodiment of evil yourselves?"

Hearing his words, their expressions suddenly shifted as their pressure turned against Maximus.

"You — "