Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Between the two combatants, Yesar had already exhausted all his methods. Even his most powerful attack, one he believed would destroy Imora, had failed to harm her.

Meanwhile, Imora had only shown a fraction of her strength. Even the

Phantom Bloom

she had just used incorporated only a minor portion of her mastery over the rules.

Yesar had played all his cards, while Imora hadn't even begun.

As expected, the projection now showed Yesar's grim expression.

He knew it was now his opponent's turn. As the chosen one of theNôv(el)B\\jnn

Dawnlight Empire

, he couldn't simply concede, even if he had nothing left to force his opponent to reveal her true strength.

Yesar launched another holy light cannon toward Imora.

This time, waves of water materialized around Imora, completely absorbing the power of the blast. Even the

holy flame

seemed ineffective. As the flames touched the water, the water itself began to burn.

Seeing this, Yesar smirked. This wasn't ordinary fire; it was enhanced by the

Fire Field's

rules. Nothing could extinguish it unless one had mastered the

Water Field's

rules.

However, the next moment left Yesar dumbfounded.

The burning water waves split apart, and once the water was consumed, the holy flame extinguished on its own. It posed no threat to Imora whatsoever.

"You're out of tricks," Imora declared, her voice cold. She charged directly at Yesar.

Seeing her approach, Yesar stood his ground, his cannon transforming back into a massive hammer in an instant. He swung it with full force toward her.

This time, Imora didn't evade. Instead, she met his strike head-on, her sword clashing with the hammer.

The resulting impact filled the

Fire Field

with an intense light, far brighter than anything Yesar's holy light cannon had produced earlier.

The projection was overwhelmed, forcing spectators to avert their gaze to other screens. The clash was so fierce that both fighters were clearly using their full strength, holding nothing back.

After some time, the blinding light began to fade.

The projection revealed Yesar's massive figure standing still, completely blocking Imora from view.

Then, the truth became clear: a sword had pierced through Yesar's back, emerging from his chest.

Blood soaked Yesar's robes, staining them deep red.

Imora withdrew her sword, and Yesar collapsed to the ground, falling into a pool of magma exposed by their destructive battle.

The surrounding terrain, shattered by their fight, had revealed the molten rock beneath. Yesar's body was consumed by the magma, leaving no trace behind.

Imora glanced at her sword as the blood quickly dripped off its surface, leaving it pristine. She sheathed it and turned to head toward the treasure's location.

Having followed Yesar earlier, she knew the treasure wasn't far. Once she claimed it, she could even move on to secure the

Earth Field's

treasure.

…

At the

Dawnlight Empire's

observation room, outrage filled the air.

"Those Dragsonscale Bank scoundrels! How could they kill him like this?"

"Yesar shouldn't have died. He was a genius of our

Dawnlight Empire

, kindhearted and brilliant…"

Many lamented Yesar's death, feeling it was a tragic waste of his potential.

In the

Battle for Dominance

, unless one chose to withdraw, there was only one outcome: victory or death.

Yesar had no chance to surrender and had been killed in a single strike by the

Dragonscale Bank's

chosen.

"We must demand an explanation!"

"Yes, we need to confront Dragonscale Bank! How dare they do this?"

The room buzzed with furious calls for retribution.

"Enough!"

A commanding voice silenced the crowd.

An elderly figure stepped forward, his presence alone calming the room. Everyone turned to him, awaiting his words.

"What do you intend to accomplish? Demand an explanation? Do you want others to see the

Dawnlight Empire

as sore losers? We chose to participate in this battle, fully aware of the risks. Do you understand?"

The elder's voice resonated through the room.

"What would such demands achieve? We are not a faction that cannot accept defeat. Yesar's loss must be remembered, and next time, we will win. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" the crowd responded, bowing their heads.

Having received the elder's directive, the calls for retribution subsided.

"Furthermore, let there be no resentment. In truth, it's no surprise Yesar lost to that girl. The

Dragonscale Bank's

chosen is exceptionally strong," the elder remarked, his gaze fixed on the projection.

…

"Father, did the

Dragonscale Bank

fighter use a rule for her final attack?" Rose asked Daniel.

"Indeed," Daniel replied.

It was beyond question. Without utilizing a rule, Imora wouldn't have been able to kill Yesar so decisively.

"But… aren't the

5 Fields

governed by distinct rules? Imora has never entered the

Water Field

…" Rose wondered aloud.

"That's because the water rule she wields isn't from this world," Daniel explained.

Imora's mastery of the water rule originated from the residual powers of gods and devils, a force far superior to the

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rules.

Even in a field that countered her abilities, like the

Fire Field

, her water rule was of a higher order.

Yesar's light-based rule was similarly extraordinary, but his grasp of it was inferior to Imora's control over her water rule. This disparity explained why Yesar's seemingly powerful attacks had no effect on Imora.

Her rule simply surpassed his.

This outcome had been entirely predictable to Daniel.

…

In the spectator area, shock rippled through the crowd.

The

Dawnlight Empire's

Yesar—a prodigious talent—had been slain.

He had been discovered early and carefully nurtured by his faction, destined to become one of their most powerful assets.

Meanwhile, Imora had remained virtually unknown until this battle, having been secretly trained by the

Dragonscale Bank

specifically for the

Battle for Dominance

.

…

"Who would have thought? Such a promising genius is gone."

"Yes… A loss like this is heartbreaking. He could've become a tier-sage one day."

"But the one who killed him is also a genius. In the world of prodigies, there's always a hierarchy."

"Still… what a waste."

To many, Yesar's death was a sobering reminder of the stakes involved. These extraordinary talents, capable of shaping nations, were here to fight to the death.

…

At

House Ponton

, Hayes narrowed his eyes as he watched.

It was just as he had anticipated.