In the aftermath of the failed assassination, the Tyrannos Clan entered a state of heightened vigilance. Hidden sentinels watched over their sacred lands. Ancient formations surged with power, ensuring no force—mortal or divine—could breach their domain unnoticed.
But within the core of the Overlord's Sanctum, life remained calm.
Here, the child at the center of the storm—Alexander Magnus—spent his days training, studying, and observing the world that would one day bow to him.
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A Morning in the Magnus Clan
The dawn sun bathed the great citadel in golden radiance. Towering palaces, built from celestial jade and overlord steel, shimmered as Alexander walked through the training courtyards.
By now, he understood the hierarchy of cultivation and how his own existence disrupted it.
His father, Magnus Tyrannos, was a true behemoth. The Overlord Monarch, feared across all realms, was sparring with warlords of the clan.
Alexander observed as his father stood alone against ten supreme warriors. Their divine weapons clashed against his bare hands, yet none could leave a scratch on him.
"Watch closely, son," Magnus Tyrannos said, deflecting an attack with a single glance. "An Overlord never retreats. The world bends to our will, not the other way around."
Alexander nodded.
In a private celestial garden, his mother, Seraphina Celestia, taught him about the higher planes of existence.
"Alexander," she said softly, her luminous golden wings folded behind her, "your power will grow beyond mortal understanding. But understand this—strength alone does not rule. Knowledge, control, and wisdom shape true dominion."
Before them, a floating celestial orb displayed visions of the heavens and beyond.
The Divine Empyrean Court—The ruling Celestials who sought dominion over reality.
The Abyssal Dominion—The Demonic Clans, endlessly plotting destruction.
The Eternal Beast Sovereigns—An empire of primordial beasts, older than time itself.
The Voidborn Entities—Unknown horrors lurking in the fabric of existence.
Alexander memorized it all.
Seraphina watched him closely. "Many will fear you. The moment you were born, the balance of power in the cosmos shifted."
She sighed. "Even now, factions discuss whether you should be eliminated or controlled."
Alexander remained silent for a moment. Then, he spoke.
"Let them fear me."
Seraphina smiled softly. He understood already.
Not all in the clan fully accepted him. Some feared his rise. Others wished to test him.
His proud cousin – Lucian Tyrannos, one of the most respected young warriors, stood with arms crossed. His Crimson Tyrant Body made him a prodigy feared even by elders.
"You may be the heir," Lucian said, his red eyes gleaming, "but I won't acknowledge you until you defeat me."
Alexander simply gazed at him, his expression unreadable.
"You will," he replied. "In time."
Lucian's fists clenched—but a smirk formed. "Heh. Good."
Despite the challenge, there was no hatred in his gaze—only the desire to prove himself.
The Envious Elder – Verric Tyrannos, an elder with immense influence, viewed Alexander as a danger.
"This child is too dangerous," Verric muttered to a group of like-minded elders. "His existence will invite calamity. We must control him before he grows beyond even our grasp."
The other elders hesitated. Some were merely cautious—others agreed with Verric's fear.
"His father will never allow it," one muttered.
"Then we wait," Verric said coldly. "The moment he steps too far… we act."
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Other Supreme Families Take Notice
The Tyrannos clan was not the only supreme family in the world. Others of equal or near-equal standing were observing closely.
The Celestial Zenith Clan
High above in the Celestial Heavens, the Zenith Clan—rivals of the Magnus Clan—discussed Alexander's birth.
"He erased the Phantom of Nirvana?" the Celestial Lord Zenithius murmured, his golden eyes narrowing.
"Impossible. Even Saints would struggle."
Beside him, his daughter, Astra Zenith, frowned. "A being who breaks the order of cultivation… He may threaten even the heavens themselves."
Zenithius turned to his advisors.
"Watch him. Closely."
The Abyssal Bloodline – House of Xeranoth
In the Abyssal Dominion, a shadowy figure sat upon a throne of bones. Demon Lord Xeranoth exhaled coldly.
"A child, already a nightmare for the gods?"
His eldest son, Malakar Xeranoth, sneered. "He is not yet a threat to us."
Xeranoth smiled. "Yet."
His gaze darkened.
"Prepare. The day he reaches the higher realms, we will be ready."
The Beast Monarchs – The Draconis Lineage
In the far reaches of the Primordial Beast Territories, an ancient golden dragon stirred.
The Draconis Monarch, older than civilizations, opened his ancient eyes.
"A new predator walks among us."
The lesser beast lords growled in confusion.
"Do we eliminate him?" one asked.
The dragon closed his eyes.
"No. We watch."
As the days passed, Alexander absorbed everything. He understood how the power system of the universe functioned—how he was meant to grow, how others viewed him, and what lay ahead.
The world was vast. The threats were endless.
But he did not falter.
In the moonlit halls of his family's grand citadel, Alexander stood alone, gazing into the night sky.
He knew one truth.
They would come for him.
But when they did—he would be ready.