The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Chapter 389 The Primal Champion

Primal Area, on the other side of the ring hallway:

Caesar, the enemy of Malgron, slowly walked towards the rings when suddenly a man shouted stopping his tracks.

"Brother, wait!" Valor shouted.

"What is it?" Caesar frowned, looking at his illegitimate brother.

"Brother, I want you to help me," Valor muttered, explaining his plan.

Initially, Valor wanted to capture Malgron and perform a sacrificial technique to strengthen the grade of his physique.

Unfortunately, before he could initiate his plan, the Etherium Realm joined the Dimensional War Ranking.

It was an ironclad rule that a tier 12 dimension could never interfere with the Dimensional War Ranking in any form.

If Valor dared to continue his plan, not only would he be finished, but his family would also suffer the same fate.

With the transdimensional system monitoring everywhere and at all times, nothing could escape its grasp.

Not reconciled, he learned that his brother was participating in the Primal Arena.

Knowing Malgron would be his brother's enemy, Valor hoped his brother would lure Malgron out of the Etherium Realm.

Without the protection of the Dimensional War Rules, Malgron would be in the palm of his hand.

As for Malgron strength, a few tier 11 treasures from his family is enough.

Hearing his plan, Caesar frowned.

"Why do you think I would help you? Furthermore, can't I just take Malgron by myself?"

Although absorbing Malgron's physique wouldn't help much, it was better tham nothing.

"I will give you my quota for the Sword Immortal Secret Realm," Valor suddenly said, gritting his teeth.

As a tier 12 dimension, the Sword Immortal Secret Realm was filled with tier 11 opportunities.

It is said that the secret realm of a tier 12 dimension also contained opportunities to advance to the tier 12 realm.

Unfortunately, so far, no one has confirmed it, even the dimensional master of the tier 12 dimension denied such things.

However, an opportunity to advance to tier 11 was plenty enough.

Hearing this, Caesar's breathing became heavy, as he looked greedily at Valor.

The tier 11 realm represents invincibility, the strongest beings in their plane of existence besides the overlords.

So far there had only been six known tier 12 overlords: three from the Dimensional Alliance, and three from the Devourers.

Reaching tier 11 was enough, to enjoy the wealth and power of the world.

Although he was already peak tier 10, with a mythical physique his chance of reaching tier 11 was close to zero.

Reaching this tier is not only about talent and potential; it also needs opportunity and overwhelming luck.

"Where did you get the quota for the secret realm?" Caesar asked.

"You don't need to know this," Valor shook his head.

Seeing the fight was about to start, Caesar quickly concluded the deal.

...

A few moments later.

"Let us welcome from the left side, coming from the Sword Immortal Realm, the prince of the Netrosious family, PRINCE CAESAR!!!"

"PRINCE CAESAR!!!"

"PRINCE CAESAR!!!"

"PRINCE CAESAR!!!"

"Beat the shit out of your enemy!"

"Don't let us down!"

"I'll kill you if you lose!"

"Now let us welcome from the right arena, the dark horse of this primal feast, the prodigy of our era, MALGRON!!!"

"MALGRON!!!"

"MALGRON!!!"

"MALGRON!!!"

"MALGRON FOR THE WIN!!!"

"Malgron, give me a baby!"

"Damn, Malgron is mine!"

"Shut up, you're a man! What are you doing here?"

As the crowd riled up waiting for the battle, Caesar and Malgron entered the arena.

Walking slowly, the two looked at each other.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Caesar," Caesar introduced himself like a gentleman.

"Malgron..." Malgron nodded.

"I have a proposal if you don't mind."

"What about we increase the bet between the two of us?"

"No time," Malgron said coldly.

He only likes to fight, not all kinds of intrigues.

He didn't even care to bet on himself to earn money.

Malgron felt it was a disgrace, a pollution in a fight.

"I think you might be interested-"

"Can you shut up? This is a fight; we talk with our fists," Malgron muttered, looking at the referee who still hadn't started the fight.

"You-!"

Seeing Malgron's arrogance, Caesar grew speechless and angry.

Sensing the tension, the referee knew he couldn't stall any longer.

"Caesar vs. Malgron!"

"THE FIGHT BEGINS!!!"

With cheers from the crowd, Malgron lunged at his enemy like a wild beast.

Not yet back to himself, Caesar was hit like a potato, nearly flying out of the ring.

"Close~" Caesar breathed heavily.

He nearly lost because of his stupid greed.

He must win the championship.

After winning this tournament, he would be eligible to participate in the Dimensional World Tournament.

This is a competition that all the geniuses of the Dimensional Alliance would participate in.

Just winning a few matches was already a great opportunity.

This is the right path, not some shoddy product he could get in some secret realm.

Furthermore, the championship prize of the competition is the dream of everyone.

A tier 12 ultimate treasure, a treasure that will make anyone invincible.

It is said that this rank of treasure can give anyone a part of the tier 12 realm power.

The Dimensional World Tournament only happens every billion epochs.

Now it was only about a thousand epochs before the next tournament.

All the geniuses in the dimensional alliance were starting to be screened for the tournament.

According to his family, the Primal Arena is one such facility where he could easily get a quota.

Thinking that he nearly lost because of Malgron, anger appeared in Caesar's eyes.

"How dare you! Die!"

Activating his ultimate physique, Caesar's power skyrocketed as the pressure around the arena intensified.

"This is what I'm talking about!" Malgron muttered with a smile and he continued to attack.

"Arrogant bastard!" Dodging Malgron's attack, Caesar muttered.

Like a relentless beast, Malgron didn't give Caesar any time to think as he continued to attack without pause.

His body was like a perfect machine, exploiting every weakness of his opponent with precision.

Despite having more power than his opponent, Caesar couldn't do anything but dodge and block, waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing Malgron's rapidly depleting energy, like a candle in the wind, Caesar bided his time.

With both of them eager to win, the fight became more exciting, cheering the crowd.

"Hehe, more! More!"

Although Malgron knew that he would lose sooner or later if this continued, the smile on his face never faded.

Feeling his energy about to be depleted, he began to burn his 'Origin.'

Maximus could heal 'Origin', so he didn't worry about any injury.

"Are you crazy?" Caesar muttered in shock.

Although this is a virtual world, everything is real except dying.

The injuries they received in this virtual world would be inflicted on their bodies in real-time.

Seeing such insane behavior, Caesar became serious.

He thought he could defeat Malgron with pure suppression of strength, but it seemed he needed more tricks.

"You've done enough," Caesar said coldly, activating a forbidden technique.

Feeling his power multiply, briefly reaching the power of a tier 10 realm invincibility, Caesar smiled.

Although this would make his realm regress, seeing his hateful enemy, he felt it was worth it.

"It's time to finish this—" Before Caesar finished speaking, he felt a fist smash through his face.

Boom!

In a daze, Caesar flew out of the arena, not knowing what had happened.

"Wha—" Not knowing how to react, Caesar slowly stood up, looking at Malgron, who was lying on the ground.

"This! This!"

"Beings all over the Dimensional Alliance, did you see what happened?!" The commentator said excitedly, like witnessing a miracle.

The crowd was also in a daze, waiting for an explanation.

Wetting the appetite of the crowd, a replay appeared on the screen.

In it, Caesar was seen activating his forbidden technique.

Seeing the numbers indicating Caesar's combat power increase thousands of fold, the crowd was shocked.

However, Malgron, who had been crazy a moment ago, briefly disappeared.

Slowing down the footage a million times, Malgron appeared to suddenly transform, taking the form of a demon who devoured all light.

In this state, Malgron's combat power quickly multiplied, surpassing Caesar's in just a few milliseconds.

After that, there was nothing—an unknown fist came through, knocking Caesar out of the ring and Malgron out cold due to exhaustion.

Under the verification of the referees, it was seen that Caesar was out of the arena first before Malgron lost consciousness.

"The Winner of this Primal Feast, MALGRON!!!"

Announcing the winner, the crowd cheered and cursed, some feeling like they were going to heaven and others to hell.

"Malgron!"

"Malgron!"

"Malgron!"

...

In the private room:

Maximus and the thousands of Apex Sovereigns clenched their fists in excitement, seeing the balance coming through their accounts.

Readieus was already celebrating jumping up and down like a kid.

"Hahaha, We won! We won!"

"7 octillion out of thin air!"

"Who else! I'll just ask, who else?!" Readieus shouted arrogantly.

Although he already had tens of octillions of dimensional coins, it was through hundred of billions of epochs of saving.

As the stingiest man in the Etherium Realm, saving so much wealth came at the cost of many gods' suffering.

To earn 7 octillion in the blink of an eye made Readieus feel like he had picked up money while walking.

Readieus already thought of dragging Malgron to all kinds of competitions and betting crazily to accumulate wealth.

He didn't have a single thought of Malgron losing at all.

Readieus was even willing to put his head out, guaranteeing Malgron would always win.

Otherwise, why would he risk betting almost all his net worth for little returns?

Malgron was born invincible and would die unbeatable.

Meanwhile, Maximus looked through his bank account in deep thought.

[+5.1 octillion dimensional coins.]

"Malgron didn't let me down..." Maximus thought with a smile, thinking of his next course of action.