Versatile Mage: Summoning Black Dragon, the pinnacle of divine power

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After the incident at Shuangshouge, Caesar first sent Lingling back to Shanghai, and then took Mochizuki Chika and her group back to Athens.

The competition among the world's top universities has begun. This year's university competition is different from previous years because the rules of society have changed.

Although Caesar didn't directly interfere, he was, after all, the temple's chosen one, and had previously caused a ruckus at the Asian Magic Association. The Magic Associations of the Five Continents were all just for show, so naturally everyone had to discuss this matter with the temple.

“You put too much pressure on everyone before. The beating is over. Now it’s time to give them some benefits,” Xin Yuekui said.

"Benefits? What will you get?" Caesar asked, puzzled.

“Divine Essence,” Xin Yuekui said.

Caesar was taken aback. "For me?"

"Of course not." Xin Yuekui looked helpless.

“Your current way of ruling is too monotonous. You rely solely on absolute military force to stand in the sky. The people on the ground are afraid of you now, but over time, this fear will gradually turn into resentment.”

"You don't have to care, but I have to help you handle these things."

"You want to establish a new class using the methods of the new gods?" Caesar said.

“This is the most stable one,” Xin Yuekui said.

Caesar's family belongs to a special ancient dragon race. Their lives are almost immortal, making them a unique existence even in the ancient era of gods.

The lifespan of most ancient gods is around three thousand years. Some powerful ancient gods can live up to five thousand years, but at most they live up to ten thousand years. Only a very few can live for tens of thousands of years or more.

After the destruction of the ancient gods, the lifespan of the new gods created by the heavens was reduced to about one-tenth of that of the ancient gods.

The average lifespan of a god is around three hundred years, with some reaching five hundred years. Some gods with powerful divine abilities can even live for over a thousand years.

If someone possesses powerful divine power from the realm of immortality, or is endowed with ancient divine power, then it's hard to say.

Through divine transformation, humans can gain a longer lifespan. Even the weakest gods can live for at least several hundred years. If someone is talented enough to develop their divine power to a higher level, it is not impossible for them to live for more than a thousand years.

What humans crave is nothing more than power and lifespan, and divine energy not only represents new power but also longer lifespan, perfectly satisfying human desires and cravings.

Using this as a lure, Caesar's rule was no longer solely based on violence.

Even if there is to be competition, it should be among the humans below who strive for a higher position below Caesar, not those who want to reach the "heavens."

The deterrence of force is enough; now it's time to begin ideological guidance.

“But won’t the new gods be like the old theocracy?” Caesar asked.

The gods at the beginning were just humans who were infused with divine essence. But gradually, the new gods were not only acting on the orders of the heavens, but they also felt that the gods were more noble. The heavens only wanted bloodstones. As for how to get humans to mine bloodstones, that was the idea of ​​the new gods and the human rulers.

The gods regarded humans as slaves, and the great slaves of humans regarded the lesser slaves as their own slaves. In the end, this contradiction was inexplicably led to the highest point of heaven.

If the heavens are gone, will all those layers of enslavement below simply disappear?
“This is my job,” Kokoro said.

"I will transform the world into whatever you desire."

"If you want it to be beautiful, I will transform it into something beautiful."

“I am your high priest, your representative, and it is my duty to meet your needs.”

Caesar looked puzzled. "I've had this question for a long time, you..."

"How could I so unequivocally support you?" Xin Yuekui said.

"Hmm." Caesar nodded.

At first, Xin Yuekui was brought over by Tian to manage and guide him, but after Bai Long was resurrected, Xin Yuekui no longer had any mandatory work. Later, she listened to him and helped him with his tasks, all of which were voluntary on her part.

He had wanted to ask this for a long time, but he never found the opportunity or felt comfortable asking.

Why would Xin Yuekui treat him like that? "Everyone has things they want to do and things they are interested in," Xin Yuekui said.

"This is what I want to do now."

Her younger sister, because of the prophecy she saw, went to the human world, gave birth to Wu Geng, and believed that her son could change the world and bring so-called goodness to the world.

But the result?

With Heaven no longer interfering in human affairs, divine authority disintegrating, and the gods no longer meddling in human matters, has humanity become a better place? Has the Underworld become a better place?

No!

Even without the gods, the human race continues its oppression, and the underworld race continues its constant warfare!
Has the world changed?

The world is still the same awful place, or even worse.

Her sister was wrong.

How the world changes should never be decided by the mob below.

Because what slaves think about is never eliminating slavery itself, but becoming new slave owners.

Letting a group of slaves decide the future is bound to lead to endless cycles, much like the dynastic changes and endless battles that have been going on for two thousand years.

Her sister believed that freedom could bring good things, but she firmly believed that the order of absolute power was the only good thing!
The world only needs one will!
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"This matter has been botched, and it seems there's nothing else I can arrange for you to do for the time being."

After entrusting the temple matters to Xin Yuekui, Caesar stopped interfering.

With Xin Yuekui, Yi Zhisha, and Ye Xinxia, ​​these three form a perfect three-way balance of power.

They hold different beliefs, but their goals are the same. Conflicts arise from these conflicts, which in turn create their concerns.

While a single dominant entity can concentrate power, it also has its drawbacks.

It's fine as it is now.

"It's alright, as long as things can be resolved smoothly," Shaka said.

"The best scenario would be if I never had to do anything."

Archangels are born many times, but very few actually return to the Holy City to inherit their titles. This is largely because not all matters require the intervention of archangels.

If you can solve it yourself, it's best to solve it yourself.

Behind those so-called achievements, there are countless people suffering.

"So, what do you want to do next...? How about after this year's university competition, I'll bring you out in public to show your support?" Caesar said.

"Now you have a reason to go to the Holy City."

"Make a statement?" Shaja was taken aback.

"What's the meaning."

“You were coerced by me. You’re only with me for things like world peace,” Caesar said.

"Anyway, my villainous image is already set, so adding more won't make a difference."

Shaka found it somewhat amusing. "You really think of yourself as a villain?"

“I can’t very well shamelessly claim to be some kind of virtuous and just person, can I?” Caesar said.

"I'm quite aware of my own limitations in these matters." (End of Chapter)