Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"In some circles, many believe that the only reason the Soul Path is so weak in combat is purely because the Golden Era was the shortest of the Eras.

"Wasn't the body path once weak? Didn't the humans have to first become Demons, before then becoming Titans, before they could finally display their true strength?

"Wasn't the energy path also once weak? Did we humans have to first become Pseudo Angels before evolving into the mighty seraphim?

"In my humble opinion, the soul path simply didn't get the opportunity to develop it should have!"

Dyon trembled once more.

These revelations, they were like sledgehammers to his heart.

Doors began to open in his mind one after another. Why was he so certain that the soul would be weak until one transcended? What if the soul was only powerful after one transcended because Transcendents continued to research the soul while those of the Mortal Plane gave up on it?!

"Sorry, I've lost my train of thought…" Emperor Angelus shook his head.

"… Upon entering the Ancient Battlefield, the Angels completely lost contact with Titans, and we believed it was all over, that we had finally won…

"It wasn't until Lord Zeus had long since died and the Angels reached the absolute apex of all of existence that we understood we couldn't have been more wrong.

"When everything couldn't have been more perfect, the Ancient Battlefield descended for the first time.

"It was a bloody massacre. The Titans returned with a vengeance and sought to lay the angel species to waste.

"Though we eventually won in the end, it came with a heavy price… The Angels fell into obscurity, no longer able to raise our Heads."

Dyon's heart grew somber. Now he finally understood how the mighty Angel race had fallen to the point of not even being capable of ruling a single planet… It seemed the second trial took place after this bloody war concluded…

A mutual destruction maybe?

Unfortunately, this faint hope was dashed by Emperor Angelus' next words.

"I fear, though, that this isn't the end of the story. If our ancient texts are correct, as the final Titans who chose to descend died out, they claimed that they were just half of the Titans who existed on the Ancient Battlefield.

"It seemed that the Titans were split, as they had always been. Half of them wanted to descend and seek revenge, while the other half felt they should put down their arrogance and wait for the perfect opportunity."

It was exactly as Dyon feared.

In the previous timeline, when he took over the Mortal Plane, the rulers weren't the Sapientia or Nephilim… They were the Titans!

Back then, Dyon had been able to take advantage of their lack of unity to win. They were united when they initially descended, but began to fracture afterword.

However, this version of himself couldn't afford to wait until those Titans fractured. If he did, the Mortal Alliance might be finished!

"In the end, if it wasn't for Lord Zeus, the Angels would have never been able to stand against the Titans. The descent of the Titans proved this. Without Lord Zeus, even with vast amounts of Faith, we still almost lost.

"… And this time… I'm afraid nothing can stop them."

Emperor Angelus took a deep breath. "Have I shown you enough, Higher Existence Sacharro?"

Dyon remained silent for a moment, his mind spinning at inconceivable speeds.

He suddenly understood something…

The birth of the peak species of an Era was always the result of human effort.

The Demon evolved from humans and eventually became Titans by studying beasts and strengthening their bodies. The Angels research type qi, created conventional qi, and relied on Zeus to give them their final push to the very top.

As for the elves, though they didn't create soul qi, they relied on it to increase their standing by forming contracts with beasts. Each contract they signed increased their strength by taking a portion of the talent of said beast… There was a logical flow to it all… their strength didn't just magically appear…

Even the so-called peak race of this era, the sprites, were the product of a child between a true sprite and a human.

Everything had a reason, a place, an… instigator, of sorts.

But that then begs the question… What about his own race…?

Whose efforts was his Mortal Race the product of…?

...

By the time Dyon came to from his thoughts, he realized that he was the recipient of several dozen expectant gazes. After thinking for a moment, he finally remembered that his purpose here hadn't been to listen to a nice story, he had been here to take the Emperor Giants under his wing!

He had never expected this to be easy, but reality was outside his predictions. However, taking the Emperor Giants under his rule was as good as painting a massive target on his back.

The more Dyon thought about it, the more hesitant he became, but in the end, he sneered, his heart becoming firm.

It turned out that he had almost become like those Heads of Clans he hated so much when he was a younger man. It was truly difficult to ignore consequences when one had the lives of billions in your care.

Back then, he was all alone. He even had to fight for the right to marry his own women. Why would he care about ramifications all those years ago? The only person he had to answer to was himself!

But now, things were different. Every decision he made could potentially lead to the death of countless individuals.

Still… If he had been this timid all those years ago, would those very individuals who led grand lives have the opportunity to do so?! He would never forsake the mentality that raised him up to the heights he sat upon today!

Plus, wasn't his Amphorae an Angel?

During the previous timeline, Dyon hadn't unsealed his constitution yet, so venturing in Chaos Universe would have been a foolish ideal. As such, he didn't find and awaken his father-in-law and Amphorae until long after the Ancient Battlefield descended and the war ended!

Thanks to this, Amphorae's existence didn't reappear until after Dyon had taken hold of significant power on the Mortal Plane.