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

In the miniature world, Daniel sat cross-legged by the edge of a serene lake.

Not far from him stretched an area filled with the saplings of Tree of Origin, their growth supported by a network of intricate magic arrays.

Nutrient-rich droplets, produced by a series of forges, continuously flowed through the arrays, feeding the young trees.

Everything was progressing just as Daniel had envisioned.

The forges, powered by high-grade magic crystals, efficiently generated the droplets essential for nurturing the trees.

These Tree of Origin saplings, unlike ordinary trees, grew at an astonishing rate under this nourishment—far surpassing his initial expectations.

Seated by the lake, Daniel's mind was immersed in a flood of thoughts and ideas.

He had been reviewing the books Ryze had brought him, which offered profound insights into advanced magical systems.

These texts sparked significant updates to his ongoing project, Genesis—a foundational book of magic designed to be accessible to all.

With the addition of concepts inspired by Fatecasters and Bloodline Warriors, Daniel had made numerous refinements to Genesis.

In this world dominated by magic, he saw limitless potential for further advancements.

Of course, the revised contents of Genesis were not solely for his benefit.

Daniel intended for Kent and his companions to use these lessons to strengthen themselves while under Rose's leadership. This was crucial for the success of their shared goals.

Letting out a deep breath, Daniel opened his eyes. The final chapter of this stage of Genesis was complete.

Compared to its initial version, the book now featured significantly expanded content, reflecting Daniel's evolving understanding of the extraordinary class systems within this world.

He envisioned a future where Genesis would continue to grow, perhaps one day becoming a standard text for magic practitioners across the continent.

For now, though, his work was done. Daniel packed the updated version of Genesis and sent it directly to Kent and the others.

Their connection to him, established through their previous studies of Genesis, allowed this transfer to happen seamlessly.

He could only hope the sudden influx of knowledge wouldn't overwhelm them.

After completing this task, Daniel turned his attention to the fields of Tree of Origin.

He could sense the profound changes these trees were bringing to the miniature world.

If allowed to continue growing, this world might one day transform into something akin to a main world, with its own unique ecosystem and magical balance.

This extraordinary potential stemmed from the mere presence of so many Tree of Origin saplings.

Even so, Daniel knew this was merely a possibility, not a certainty. Much would depend on the choices and circumstances that lay ahead.

Realizing it was time to act, Daniel decided to transplant these saplings to the main world.

They were nearly mature enough to function as independent entities, capable of combating the forces of corruption that plagued the larger realm.

With this decision made, Daniel stood up. It was time for him to return.

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Elsewhere, Kent and his group stood behind Rose, their leader. Today marked an important moment—their mission to negotiate the surrender of the final faction within this city.

Over the past few years, Rose's forces had reclaimed numerous cities, steadily expanding their territory.

Her grand vision was now on the verge of becoming reality.

The faction they were meeting today wasn't insignificant. Their resistance was not born of disdain but rather a cautious desire to test Rose's strength.

If she proved capable, they might willingly submit. If not, a battle would be inevitable.

Years of hardship and conflict had sharpened Rose's demeanor.

Her expression was cold and imposing, her presence so commanding that even a mere glance from her made most people instinctively look away.

Leading her followers, Rose entered a grand pavilion where the meeting had been arranged.

"So, you are Rose of the Death Legion?" one of the faction's representatives asked, his tone wary.

"That's me," Rose replied coolly. "Submit or fight."

Her blunt words hung heavy in the air.

Once known as Dead Pink, the Death Legion had earned its current moniker during the beast tide at a border town years ago. Initially, Rose hadn't cared much about the name.

Over time, however, she stripped away the "pink" and adopted Death Legion as a reflection of her unyielding approach.

To weaker factions, the name itself was enough to inspire fear. But the representatives of today's faction were not so easily intimidated.

"You're awfully arrogant," one of them said, his voice tinged with irritation. "Do you truly see us as so insignificant?"

Many of those present were torn. Some had long been inclined to surrender, recognizing the inevitability of Rose's dominance. Others, however, resisted, unwilling to abandon generations of effort that had built their position in the city.

This internal divide had led to today's negotiation.

Yet Rose's uncompromising demand—submit or fight—shattered any illusion of diplomacy. Her words were a direct affront to those who valued their pride above all else.

"You Death Legion people are unbelievable!" one representative shouted.

"We may not be the strongest, but we've held our own in this city for generations. Do you really think you can just crush us?"

"Even if it means death, we won't bow to such arrogance!"

Their voices rose in a chorus of defiance, but Rose remained unmoved.

She knew the truth: strength was the ultimate arbiter. Words meant nothing when she had the power to back her demands.

Her hand tightened around the hilt of her greatsword.

If they chose to fight, she would unleash a swift and decisive assault to show them why she had the confidence to speak as she did.

Suddenly, a shift in the atmosphere caught her attention. Behind her, Kent and the others began to stir, their breathing becoming uneven.

"An ambush?" Rose muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she turned her gaze back to the representatives.

Her suspicion seemed to confuse the faction leaders. They exchanged glances, alarmed by her accusation.

"An ambush? What are you talking about?" one of them asked, bewildered.

"You set this up, didn't you?" another demanded, glaring at his companions.

"I didn't do anything! Are you trying to get us all killed?"

"Are you insane? Ambushing the head of the Death Legion is a death sentence for all of us!"

Panic rippled through their ranks as they realized the gravity of the situation.

Rose's reputation preceded her—she was known for leaving no trace of her enemies.

Those who fell to her blade didn't simply die; they were obliterated, their very existence erased.

The representatives, who had been posturing moments earlier, now faced the reality of Rose's power. They had no desire to provoke her wrath. Their resistance had been about negotiation, not war, and now they feared they had gone too far.

"Please, let me explain!" one of them said hastily. "We've set no ambushes here! If we had, we wouldn't still be standing here ourselves! And besides… you're unharmed, aren't you, Lady Death Goddess?"