Sovereign of the Forgotten Era

When he was a god in his original world, he hid among mortals. Living among them, he learned many things—how they fought, how they lived, how they thought.

One lesson stood out above all: there was no need for words in battle.

Words had a purpose. If you were weak, you could use them to stall for time. If words could cause more damage than fists, then they were a weapon worth using. But beyond that? Talking was useless in a fight.

After settling matters in the kingdom—by executing the ministers and royals he deemed unworthy—Azreal ensured that no rebellion would rise in the future.

He impaled more people on the walls.

But unlike before, this time was different.

Seven floating walls stood before him, arranged in a perfect square. Seven individuals—each representing a different Star Rank from rank 1 to 7—were nailed to them like grotesque trophies.

Azreal sat on his throne inside the castle, watching them in silence.

He had ruled before. In his original world, when he was a god, he had governed a kingdom among mortals. That was the moment the other eleven gods realized there was someone different—a god outside of their divine circle.

They had tried to devour him.

That revelation had changed everything.

But it also meant Azreal had experience in ruling. Billions of years of experience. He had developed countless skills, completed countless tasks, and honed his expertise to an unfathomable level. Even now, his abilities were still being analyzed by QiQi—his greatest creation.

Yet right now, he wasn't focused on his past.

His eyes were fixed on the seven people hanging before him.

He was trying to understand this world's Star System—the way these people harnessed Origin Core Energy.

Because in the end, these people were still just humans. Mortals with a little bit of power.

But he was not. He was different .

Azreal was a god—not a natural being, but a creation of the Origin Core.

He had not been born; he had been created. His very soul had been fused with Origin Core Energy, his consciousness shaped by it.

In his original world, his purpose had been clear: to enhance the world, to help mortals evolve.

The other eleven gods had been born with a different purpose—to rule.

He had been a puppet of the world.

His entire existence had been dictated by the world's will. When the world ordered him to hide from the Eleven Gods, he hid. When the world commanded him to rule a kingdom among mortals, he ruled. When the world decreed that the Age of the Gods would end, he and the Eleven Gods received the same order—prepare for extinction.

The decree was clear: all gods must die in the eye of Mortals.

Azreal was meant to fall in battle. The Eleven Gods were meant to absorb his power. And when the battle was over, they were meant to retreat into the shadows—to rule mortals through religion.

Because once humanity evolved enough, they would no longer need gods.

When he first became a god, he understood one thing—the world was conscious.

And in the later years, the world had made its decision.

It no longer needed gods.

Azreal and the other gods were nothing more than pieces on a cosmic board, playing roles dictated by the world's script.

But then… something changed.

He escaped.

After traveling through the void, after creating QiQi, he began to understand something terrifying.

The universe itself had a consciousness.

Why else would he have ended up in the center of the universe, on the verge of being devoured by the Blue Sun, during a system update?

Because the universe wanted him dead.

Gods were puppets. Once they had served their purpose, there was no need for them.

But somehow, Azreal had broken free.

And now, he was here.

But why?

Had the universe simply redirected him toward this world?

What did it want?

He didn't know.

There were too many unanswered questions about his past.

He had lived on a planet once called Earth. But after he died, what had happened to it?

How had Earth become the foundation for the new world where he became a god?

And if the world he became a god in had a will of its own—wasn't it possible that this world did too?

The battle with the Eleven Gods…

How had he even won?

Even the Eleven Gods had known that, in the end, they were destined to win. Azreal was meant to die, and they were meant to rule from the shadows. The Age of Gods was supposed to end, and mortals were meant to take power.

If that was true—then where were the gods in this world?

Even QiQi could not detect the presence of a single god.

Were they truly gone?

Or was this world… following a different script?

And then, there was the greatest question of all—

If he had created a universe inside himself…

Did that mean the universe he was in now was also someone else's inner world?

Azreal exhaled slowly.

These thoughts were for later.

Right now, his focus was on the Star System these people used.

The seven captives before him ranged from 1-Star to 7-Star. Even the previous king was among them. The others were powerful individuals he had captured from the capital.

After days of torture, experimentation, and extraction, Azreal finally began to understand how this world's power system worked.

The process was clear:

1-Star Masters had only traces of Origin Core Energy.

2-Star Masters began to accumulate this energy.

3-Star Masters developed an Origin Core inside their bodies—a container that allowed them to store and control Origin Core Energy more efficiently.

4-Star Masters refined this core further, condensing the energy into a gaseous form—similar to how planets formed energy in his own inner universe.

5-Star Masters transformed the gaseous energy into a liquid state for higher energy density.

6-Star Masters solidified this liquid into a small Origin Core—a miniature version of the true Origin Core.

7-Star Masters expanded their Origin Core, creating a small space within it.

This space acted as a personal storage dimension, eliminating the need for external space rings.

As for 8-Star Masters…

The previous king had been attempting to break through.

But Azreal had interrupted him.

He now understood that Rank 8 required expanding the internal space to an even greater scale.

Each rank brought a qualitative transformation.

The gap between them was terrifying.

A 1-Star Master could kill a hundred ordinary warriors.

A 2-Star Master could effortlessly slaughter a hundred 1-Stars.

A 3-Star Master could annihilate a hundred 2-Stars.

And the cycle continued.

A 7-Star Master could easily slaughter a hundred 6-Star Masters.

Power dictated everything in this world.

If you had power, there was nothing you could not obtain.

With this new understanding, Azreal finally had a foundation in this world.

Though he still didn't fully comprehend the Star System, he had the basics clear now.

Seven days had passed since he conquered the kingdom.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow was his coronation.

By this time tomorrow…

He would officially become King.