The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Since Maximus no longer wanted to fight, Zar didn\'t remain stubborn.

Freeing Zar, Elvian flew above them, scanning them unscrupulously.

Feeling the power of an Overlord scanning them, they frowned.

Such a practice usually warranted death.

Yet, facing an Overlord, they stayed silent.

Maximus, experiencing the same, also stayed quiet, minimizing the aura emitted by the Supreme Law of Origin.

It had warned him earlier that if the Overlord discovered he had signed a contract with it, trouble would follow.

"15,810 individuals binding with an origin of law—more than expected," Elvian nodded in satisfaction.

Except for Maximus, Nyx, Sira, Zar, and Paragon, who he couldn\'t detect anything, he made a mental note of every individual and entity bound to an origin of law.

"Greetings, Master!" Linus bowed, flying before Elvian.

"Not bad. Binding the Supreme Law of Dreams—your future might not be worse than mine."

"Master, why are you here?" Hearing his master\'s praise, Linus simply shook his head and asked the reason for Elvian\'s presence.

"I\'m here to announce something."

"Announce what?"

Turning toward the equally puzzled crowd, Elvian announced the changes in the Dimensional Competition.

"Instead of a thousand epochs, the dimensional competition would be moved a million years from now on."

"Furthermore, participants will no longer be limited to members of the Dimensional Alliance but include anyone from the Aeon Plane."

"As long as one is confident in their strength and is not stronger than the Tier 10 Realm, everyone is welcome."

Hearing Elvian\'s announcement, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

The Dimensional Competition, a once-in-a-billion-epochs event, had been moved forward by a thousand epochs in advance.

Furthermore, it was no longer restricted to the Dimensional Alliance but opened to the entire Aeon Plane.

Imagining the chaos and intensity this change would cause, most couldn\'t help but feel excited.

The Dimensional Competition wasn\'t just about the wealth and status it brought but also the advancement in power it promised.

The winners of the competition would not only receive massive rewards but also gain entry to the Holy Ground of the Aeon Plane—the Primordial Realm.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the competition had been moved forward, Maximus couldn\'t help but clench his fists in excitement.

He had thought his advancement to the Tier 11 Realm would be delayed, but it seemed fate was on his side.

The reason the Dimensional Competition only allowed Tier 10 and below was that the Primordial Realm only permitted entry to such individuals.

Any higher, and they would be excluded from the treasure land—even the Overlords.

The Primordial Realm was the heart of the Aeon Plane, a primal space where all resources converged.

With Tier 11 resources like grass and stones and Tier 12 resources that could be found everywhere, it was a veritable treasure ground.

However, if that were all, Maximus wouldn\'t suppress his realm at Tier 10, possibly waiting for thousands of epochs.

Much less would the Primordial candidates and the monsters from the Devourer Faction do so.

What the Primordial Realm offered wasn\'t just immeasurable wealth but also a crucial foundation for advancing to the Tier 12 Realm: the Seed of Law.

The Seed that could contain one\'s path, power, and origin—a seed essential for forming a world of their own.

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There were three requirements to advance to the Tier 12 Realm:

The Path of Law reaching the Absolute, a refined Core of Origin, and, finally, a world.

Like the Virtual Realm, the Interdimensional Council\'s Absolute Territory, the Time and Space Bureau\'s Research Grounds, and the Zerg Nest.

These semi-planes contained all the power and essence of an Overlord.

Although one could advance without a Seed of Law, their power would be the weakest.

According to history, there had been more than a dozen Overlords in the past.

Yet, after the Dark Disaster hundreds of billions of epochs ago, all the weaker ones perished.

It could be said that without the Seed of Law, one would become a rootless Overlord, lacking a true source of power.

Digesting Elvian\'s words, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Especially the Devourer Faction—while they might not win the tournament, placing high enough could grant them the status of free men.

Though they mocked the people of the Dimensional Alliance as weak and cowardly, who wouldn\'t want a life free from constantly walking the tightrope of death?

It wasn\'t that they didn\'t want to live a weak and cowardly life—they simply couldn\'t afford to.

Now, with this chance to change their fate, they were determined to prove their strength, no matter the cost.

After making his announcement, Elvian quickly left the Virtual Realm.

His primary interest had been in identifying those who had signed binding contracts with the Origins of Law.

Delivering the announcement had been incidental.

For detailed dissemination of the news, the Dimensional Alliance would be the one to handle it.

Feeling the barrier to the Virtual Trial Domain vanish, the crowd excitedly dispersed, eager to begin their preparations.

Maximus, too, wasted no time.

Turning to his family, he began to think of various plans to prepare for the competition.

However, before he could leave, Zar blocked his path.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I just want to engrave your face into my memory. I can\'t wait for us to fight again."

"Hmm? Then don\'t cry when you lose."

"Hahaha! If the strength you\'ve shown here is all you have, then prepare yourself to lose." Zar laughed.

As far as Zar knew, his power amplification had no limit.

Given enough time and an opponent capable of keeping up with him, his power could grow ten million, one hundred million, or even one hundred billion times.

Unless someone could defeat him swiftly, Zar feared no one.

"Then I look forward to it," Maximus replied with a smile.

If Malgron could match his combat ability, Zar could rival—or even surpass—his raw power within the same realm.

Uncertain of Zar\'s limits, Maximus began to anticipate their destined fight with genuine excitement.