Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

Three youths flashed through the sky at a shocking speed, two men and a woman. Each of them had a vibrant life force that matched their looks, and incredibly powerful bloodlines ran through their veins.

Despite each of them having a strikingly different bloodline, the truth was that they all belonged to a single race, the Neo-Demon Race.

After dozens of thousands of years, the Neo-Demon Race spread across the Daybreak Universe, and over 90% of the entire universe’s population was part of it.

The Neo-Demon Race reached that level of proliferation mainly for three reasons. One was that every child with at least a Neo-Demon parent would be born with a Chaotic Core inside their hearts, and another was that everyone who visited one of the Sacred Mountains could become one if they desired.

The final reason for the Neo-Demon Race’s proliferation and why no powerhouse or elder from those races resisted that assimilation was because every man, woman, and child considered the Neo-Demon Race Ancestor the most divine existence in the entire universe.

“Mathew, how long do you think until we reach the portal?” The one who spoke was the only woman in the group. She had blue eyes and nine majestic black wings on her back.

“About three days, Niti. After that, it will be another nineteen days before we reach the Daybreak Sector.” The one that answered was a young man roughly four meters tall with black hair and four silver heavenly bodies around his forehead.

“Let’s hurry up. We are fortunate to be part of the generation participating in the First Samsara Tournament. We must show everybody how much effort we have put into our training and take full advantage of the gifts our elders granted us.” A young man with short blonde hair and a crown made of four black holes uttered those words, and his red eyes burned with fighting spirit.

“You are right, Bjorn. We must give our all so that we can reach the finals.” Niti’s eyes also glowed with silver flames as her fighting spirit burned with immense force.

Mathew, Bjorn, and Niti understood just how hard reaching the final would be. The trio could be considered geniuses, but every talent of the Daybreak Universe would take part in the First Samsara Tournament.

Only thirty-three people of the millions participating in the First Samsara Tournament would enter the finals. The trio’s chances were not great, to say the least, but none of them was willing to give up and would leave it all on the battlefield.

“According to some rumors, I heard that the Nine Sacred Kings and the two Exalted Thearchs will watch the final, and some might even take disciples.” As Mathew spoke those words, the silver flames in his eyes grew incredibly potent.

“Although becoming his disciple might be too much, just hearing advice from the Emptiness Thearch would be an incredibly lucky chance.”

Niti and Bjorn glanced at Mathew and smiled. The duo knew just how much their friend worshiped the Emptiness Thearch.

“No matter what, we must make our elders in the Invictus Sector proud!”

𝒪𝗏𝐞𝐿xt.𝗇𝓔t

“¡Yes!”

“¡Yes!”

Mathew heard the enthusiastic response of their friends, and he began to smile. They would fight with all they had, and no matter the outcome, they would have no regrets.

The trio was ready to burst with even greater speed when a shocking scene unfolded before them.

A donkey appeared out of nowhere and flashed toward them. The beast looked no different than a farm animal from the mortal world, but it achieved a speed more than one hundred times faster than the trio!

Mathew, Niti, and Bjorn stopped moving and looked as the donkey reached their side. Things grew even weirder when they saw a young man sleeping in the back of the beast.

The young man was impressively handsome, with short dark hair and facial features that seemed to have been carved by divine beings. He wore what appeared to be a plain red robe, but Mathew, Niti, and Bjorn could see that it was far better than their armor.

The donkey stared at the trio before waving its hips and throwing down the young man.

As soon as the young man fell from the donkey, he woke up, and his aura overflowed the surroundings. He had golden and silver eyes, each of them glowing like a supernova.

“Hey, what was that for?” The young man shouted toward the donkey, but this one only sneered before stomping the air, generating a massive portal.

Utter shock appeared in the eyes of Mathew, Bjorn, and Niti when they saw that. The Daybreak Universe’s space-time was so dense and resilient that even Rank 9 life forms would find it challenging to create portals, yet that donkey did it with ease.

The donkey sneered at the young man one last time before crossing the portal and vanishing.

“Like if I wanted your boring ass company.” The young man mocked the donkey before turning toward the trio and showing a radiant smile.

“Hello, friends. My name is Noah. I assume you are going to the Daybreak Sector to participate in the First Samsara Tournament. If that is the case, how about we go together.” Noah’s voice was calm, yet it had a force that attracted people naturally.

Mathew, Niti, and Bjorn looked at each other before glancing at the young man. Although Noah was certainly quite a character and had some mysterious background, they saw no reason to refute him.

None of them were worried that Noah would have bad intentions. It was already an undisputed truth that betrayals and the like could not happen in the Daybreak Universe.

The Eternal Flame of Justice protected the innocent and destroyed all evil. No matter how powerful you were, no one could defy it since it was a force born of the Samsara Thearch.

Niti took a step forward and showed a smile before presenting everybody.

“I am Niti from the Fallen Lineage, and these two are Mathew from the Primordial Lineage and Bjorn from the Viking Lineage.”

In the Daybreak Universe, people presented themselves with their Lineage since almost the entire population belonged to the Neo-Demon Race.

“A pleasure to meet you all. Let’s go.”