Chapter 71 Developments

In the depths of a massive crater, a being struggled to rise. His once pristine, white wings, symbols of purity and strength, were now soaked in blood. This was the Supremacy Angel, an angel who had once dared to bring forbidden knowledge to the angels and archangels—an unsettling truth about their reincarnation. He had thought such a revelation would bring him divinity, status, maybe even a reward.But instead, it led to his exile. Now, hunted by the very beings he once trusted, he was left broken and bleeding, a fugitive among his kin.

His enemies had come close to finishing him off, but just as they were closing in, something strange had happened. Space itself seemed to tear, and in the brief distortion, they saw glimpses of two enormous, otherworldly beings locked in combat.

The very fabric of reality had been disrupted, pulling the Supremacy Angel away from his pursuers and depositing him here, in an unfamiliar and seemingly low-level planet.

Groaning, he forced himself to his feet in the crater. With gritted teeth, he cursed under his breath. He had exposed them all. His revelation about reincarnation had made it known that there were beings in this vast multiverse who had been reborn and didn't belong to its natural order. Now, his betrayal had put them in jeopardy.

They would be hunted, pursued mercilessly, and he feared it would be impossible for them to evade such powerful foes.

Yet there was a glimmer of hope. The Hans, beings like him who had undergone reincarnation, had been clever. They had integrated seamlessly into their new bodies, making it challenging for anyone to identify them. Even so, the cost of his recklessness was undeniable. Suddenly, a voice resonated in his mind:

(Ding… Number 7 Leo and Number 9 Doria have been killed.)

"Damn it!" The Supremacy Angel roared, slamming his fist into the ground. His frustration shook the earth, sending tremors radiating from the crater. "I've doomed us all…" His voice broke as he muttered the bitter truth. He had been foolish. Given a second chance—a life to cherish and protect—he had squandered it. For what?

A moment of self-gratification? In his blind arrogance, he had betrayed his own kind, and now Leo and Doria had paid the price.

"They say angels are good, kind, and trustworthy, while demons are schemers and deceivers." He chuckled bitterly, his eyes filled with resentment. "But they're wrong. Both angels and demons are the same. All of them." He clenched his fists, a quiet determination hardening his resolve. This planet was safe enough for now; here, he would recuperate. Then he would figure out his next move.

Guilt gnawed at him. He had caused the deaths of two great beings, all for a selfish ambition that had brought him nothing in return.

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.....In another realm.....

far removed from the chaos of the Supremacy Angel's predicament, Kira was introducing Mark to her father, a mighty figure seated on an imposing throne, his presence radiating authority. They were in the sanctum where the ancestors of gods lay, a sacred ground of immense power.

Kira's father, a being of such immense strength that he hardly needed to flaunt it, listened intently as his daughter beamed with pride in introducing her companion.

As the three of them conversed, an unspoken tension passed between them, and they each felt it simultaneously. Kira's father noticed their shift in expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kira's face fell. "Father, two of us on the leaderboard have died," she replied, glancing at Mark, who raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What caused it?" her father asked, his voice steady but his eyes darkening slightly.

"That's what we don't know," Kira answered with a frown. "It doesn't seem to be one of us… perhaps an external threat." Her uncertainty was evident as she considered the implications.

"Could be a run-in with a more powerful being or a clash that escalated," Mark suggested, his expression grim. "Either way, it's beyond our control right now."

Privately, Mark pondered why Kira would disclose something so sensitive to her father. Marcule, sensing his thoughts, chuckled and leaned closer. "Relax," he murmured. "I know what you're thinking. Kira's father understands more than you know. His clone once inhabited our world , and he is also aware of many secrets.

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Mark was taken aback by this revelation. He watched as Kira and her father spoke, noting the warmth between them. In powerful races like theirs, bonds often grew strained or distant as individuals reached higher echelons of power, their extended lifespans separating them from family and friends who couldn't keep up. And yet, Kira and her father seemed to defy that trend.

"Be safe," Kira's father said softly. "Train harder. Look at Mark for an example," he added, nodding to Mark in a gesture of respect. Mark sensed that this being, Kira's father, was likely Rank 3 or perhaps even stronger.

As they left, Kira's father gave a quiet command. "Send four of our strongest guards to watch over her including you. " he ordered the void.

"Understood," a deep voice replied from the shadows.

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Outside, Mark, Marcule, and Kira found themselves in a tranquil area populated by exotic, divine creatures. These beasts were vast and serene, stretching across thousands of kilometers, each exuding a calming energy. Perched atop one of these gentle giants, the three of them rested near a shimmering pool.

Mark surveyed their surroundings, his expression troubled. Noticing his unease, Kira asked, "What's wrong?"

"Yeah, big man, what's going on?" Marcule echoed, his tone mirroring Kira's concern.

"It's nothing," Mark replied, chuckling slightly to ease the tension. "Must have sensed wrong."

Unbeknownst to them, five figures lurked in a higher dimension, observing them from the third layer of space. Their combined aura was so immense that it briefly disrupted the surrounding environment.

"He has an acute sense," one of the figures noted, impressed.

"For him to pick up on us with only a partial half-law under 10% completion… he's bound to become a powerhouse," the leader mused with approval.

The five beings exchanged nods, reassured that their charge, Kira, was in good hands. With the protection of both Mark and themselves, she would be safe from almost any threat.

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Elsewhere, Void reclined on one of the few standing tree branch, a blade of grass between his lips as his human form found a comfortable position to rest on the tree. He looked every bit the carefree wanderer, his loose robes resembling those of a traditional cultivator. "This is the life," he said to himself, chuckling. "Boring but peaceful."

He glanced at the human group chat and noticed it had become active. Names familiar and otherwise filled the screen. Croc, Azrael, and other notable Hans had reappeared. Many, like the famed beauty "Big Beauty Girl" and the infamous "Monster Pig," were listed among the deceased. In just three years, the Hans' numbers had dwindled dramatically.

"Aaah, I'm three years old today. Practically ancient," Void joked, grinning as he scrolled through the chaotic messages. Suddenly, a notification silenced the group.

It was from the Supremacy Angel:

Some powerhouses know about us. I was nearly killed because of them. Forget the traitor for now. Focus on survival. Be wary—even of other Hans. The betrayer could be among us.

Void's grin widened as he closed the chat.

"Now, things are really getting interesting."

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