Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

A group of people stood atop a building, deep in discussion.

"I think we should keep an eye on that kid," one man said, the same one the kids had followed earlier. He stroke his beards in deep thoughts.

"Hmph, just because he's brave… let's observe him for now," replied a middle-aged man

"And why exactly do you give him so much importance? What else did you see?" an elderly woman asked.

The middle-aged man looked over at the bearded man, also seeking an answer. At their realm, they rarely concerned themselves with ordinary matters.

"Remember my visions… I had one when I first saw that boy," the man replied, shocking the others. His visions always came true.

"You remember… him?" he asked in a serious tone.

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"Him? You mean…?" another elderly man, white-haired, said in disbelief.

"Yes… And he's nothing compared to that boy," the man replied.

"What?!" The three of them shouted in unison, their faces showing pure terror.

The "him" they referred to was none other than the being who took this world by storm, forcing even the greatest sons of heaven to bow. He was feared by both the righteous and the wicked alike—the creator of their sect, the Dean.

"The Dean must hear of this," the elderly woman said before disappearing.

After she left, the remaining men continued their grave discussion, though the bearded man's mind was elsewhere. In his vision, he hadn't only seen the boy surpassing the Dean—he had seen something far worse: the immortal world shattered, blood everywhere, screams echoing… and at the center, the boy, now grown.

His body was drenched in blood, a long black sword in his hand, standing amid the carnage. That's where the vision ended.

Had he shared this full vision with the elders, the boy would have been killed immediately, but he held back.

"I can guide him… for now," the man thought.

After all, they were still in the mortal realm where the Ascension Realm was the peak. This boy would grow, ascend to the immortal world, and might become a powerhouse—or even the strongest.

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In a grand building filled with decorations and bustling workers, a man sat in an elevated room sorting through papers. Unlike the elder men with their aged faces, this man appeared youthful, looking no older than eighteen.

"Dean," he heard a voice and waved his hand, and an elderly woman appeared.

"Good to see you again, Princess Tamaki," the Dean said with a smile as her elderly face reverted to its real state, revealing a stunning beauty with five swirling tails behind her.

"Likewise, Sect Master, but… Liam saw another vision," Tamaki replied seriously.

"Oh…" The Dean finally put down the papers and looked up at the beautiful elder.

"I'd like to hear this vision that has even you—a Tribulation Realm powerhouse—this shaken," the Dean said, a slight smile on his lips.

"It goes like this… Liam said…" Tamaki began, recounting what Liam had seen. As she finished, the Dean waved her away, and she left.

"System," the Dean called out.

(Host…)

"So, who is he? And must I make a decision?" the Dean asked.

(Ding… Host, he is the destroyer of this world.)

"What the…" The Dean stood up, startled. The Dean wasn't of this world; he was a reincarnator, bringing a decision-making system into this realm. Every once in a while, he was prompted to make a choice that impacted the world, leading to innovations such as paper, structured buildings, and even a university-like sect. These advancements improved his bloodline, Qi storage, and his arsenal of weapons and equipment.

The system classified people into various types: villains, protagonists, sons of destiny, villains of destiny.

He had never seen a "destroyer" before. He understood the difference between those of destiny and ordinary villains or protagonists. While there were many villains and protagonists, sons of destiny and villains of destiny were rare, each causing significant shifts in the world. The entire world revolved around them, especially in the immortal realm.

(Host… choose:

1. Kill him — Gain the Primordial Demon bloodline, ascension pills, a 50% boost towards the immortal realm breakthrough, 10 offensive and defensive Ascension weapons, and an immortal weapon… die in the future.

2. Support him — Gain a powerhouse who will shake both this world and the immortal world. 100% boost to immortal realm breakthrough… may live or die in the future.

3. Watch from afar — Chase him away, which may or may not create an enemy. Gain 100 ascension pills, 1,000 ascension weapons (both offensive and defensive), a 100% boost breakthrough to the immortal realm, and a chaotic bloodline… die in the future.)

The Dean, seeing these options, was shocked. No matter the choice, it seemed to lead to his death. Only option 2 gave a slight chance of survival.

"System… he really is our destroyer?" the Dean asked, sinking into his seat.

(Yes, Host. Both you and I will die because of him.)

The Dean's heart shook at the statement, realizing that their deaths were destined. Even if option 2 offered the least rewards, it was his only hope for survival.

"But… why?" the Dean asked, puzzled.

(Host, this boy is a clone of a powerhouse, with a bloodline beyond the divine, chaos, or void bloodlines. One such bloodline is the Primordial Demon's. These beings are born for chaos… He already knows our location. We just don't know when he will come.)

The Dean sank into deep thought, analyzing all the system had told him. After several minutes, he sighed and made his choice.

"I choose option two," the Dean said.

(Ding… Reward distributed.)

As he heard this, the Dean felt a massive surge of energy. He had reached the peak of the Ascension Realm years ago, blocked from further advancement, awaiting a major decision from the system. After befriending or eliminating every protagonist and villain in this world, he had been at a standstill… until now.

His breakthrough to the immortal realm had begun.

…Rumble…

Thunder raged as lightning engulfed the sect. Hundreds of meters… twenty kilometers… forty… until it covered two light-years.

The Dean ascended as everyone watched.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Around the world, every Ascension Realm powerhouse felt the tremors and flew towards the sect. This dark cloud, stretching across two light-years, covered the world.

Multiple overwhelming auras gathered as elders, senior teachers, teachers, and elite students ascended to witness their sect master's breakthrough.

"I never thought he would be the first to break through," an Ascension Realm expert remarked in awe.

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