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Chapter 240: The Most Powerful of the New Protoss, The Prospect of the Concept God!
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 16:19:56 +0000 UTCWith Aaron back, the dimensional universe has finally returned to calm.
All the Dimensional Lords who followed this battle were stunned.
They didn’t expect that Mephisto, Dormammu, and Satanish would join forces—only to be wiped out by a strange group of demon gods.
Mephisto is dead!
The hell dimension is shattered!
Only a few weak Hell Lords survived.
Not a single demon dares to claim the throne of the King of Hell.
In that vast hell dimension, home to hundreds of millions of demons, terror reigns supreme.
Anxiety plagues them day and night.
Dormammu was defeated and disappeared; the Dark Dimension is irreversibly damaged, and its spatial vortex is growing increasingly unstable.
Due to Dormammu's vanishing, his long-lost sister, Umar, returned to claim the title of Lord of the Dark Dimension.
But anyone with insight can see that the once-dreaded realm of darkness no longer inspires fear.
The battle left the Dark Dimension crippled.
Umar also lost more than half her strength for reasons unknown.
Even if Dormammu returned, a sibling alliance wouldn't restore the former glory of the past.
As for the lesser-known Spiritual Dimension, its lord Satanish has also disappeared.
The only thing certain is that he’s not dead—but he was decisively defeated and banished by the God of Magic.
Some Dimensional Lords attempted to search for their whereabouts, but both Dormammu and Satanish seemed so psychologically scarred that they refused to reappear, no matter the stakes.
As for Nastil, who died in the real universe as part of the Five-Lord Alliance, no one cared. He was merely a bastard never officially promoted, and none paid attention to a cross-modal virus.
Then there was the Darkchilde—the master at the border of hell—who became the only surviving Dimensional Lord from the Mephisto-led alliance.
Some claim that the Darkchilde betrayed the Five Lords, which is why the God of Magic spared him.
His dimension also remained relatively intact.
Many Dimensional Lords dare not make careless moves because of this.
But the big question remains: Who exactly is Aaron, the God of Magic?
How was he able to annihilate the seemingly invincible alliance of Dimensional Lords in such a short time—achieving two kills, two escapes, and one surrender?
Such power defies conventional understanding.
The hell and dark dimensions were once two of the most dominant realms in the dimensional cosmos.
Now, both lie in ruin—perhaps never to recover.
Everyone is desperately searching for useful intelligence—but none dares to go too far.
The reason is simple.
Like the demons who experienced this battle firsthand—even if they've never seen Aaron—his overwhelming record is enough to make anyone think twice.
Some Dimensional Lords considered approaching the Darkchilde in Limbo to "talk."
But fear of Aaron keeps even the boldest from acting.
And so, the dimensional universe entered a strange, tentative equilibrium.
The weaker Dimensional Lords began communicating more frequently—especially those scattered across the Fragmented Realms.
After all, the primary battlefield of this war was the Split Domain, and the nominally supreme and evil Dark Dimension was decimated.
To prevent Aaron from launching another attack, they had no choice but to form a fragile, temporary alliance.
Notably, the border of hell was excluded from this alliance.
The Dimensional Lords of the outer planes were fewer in number.
Among them, the Purple Dimension had already been struck once by Aaron. It had been entrusted to Nastil by Mephisto, but with the alliance gone, the Purple Dimension has had no successor since.
Other smaller dimensions lacked the qualifications to interfere—except for one: Cytorak, the ruler of the Dark Red Universe, known as the most powerful of the Dimensional Lords.
Cytorak alone elevates the status of the outer planes.
Naturally, he took a keen interest in this conflict.
When he learned of Mephisto and Dormammu’s brutal defeat, his curiosity was piqued.
Though unaware of Aaron’s origin, Cytorak admired his strength.
The strong respect the strong—and Cytorak was confident that Aaron would not be his match.
And so, he devised a plan.
He summoned several other Dimensional Lords:
Rogda and Aikan from the outer plane.
Krakan, Farila, Rago Gador, and Vatum from the Split Domain.
All of them were once contenders for the title of strongest Dimensional Lord.
But they had never clashed directly.
Such direct battles could shatter countless realms, diminishing the collective power of the Dimensional Lords.
So, they usually fought through agents, letting their proxies decide the outcome.
Cytorak had ties with these Lords, so he convened a secret council under the pretext of addressing the dimensional crisis.
The results of their meeting remain unknown.
The Darkchilde once sent an emissary to investigate—but returned empty-handed.
Meanwhile, within the inner planes, even Seth and Chthon took interest in the real universe.
The Three Gods of the Vishanti, however, responded by reinforcing the magical barriers and tightening patrols—blocking Seth and Chthon from making their move.
Still, they remain convinced that one day, they’ll breach the real universe.
In the meantime, they laid chess pieces in advance.
It could be said that, aside from the outermost dimensions, Aaron’s actions had plunged the entire dimensional cosmos into chaos.
Beneath the calm surface, countless powers are watching and waiting.
The moment an opening appears—they will carve up the real universe.
Especially with Aaron, the unpredictable variable.
He fascinated them even more.
And that rumored, elusive magical web...
The whole situation gave Oshtur a headache.
Agamotto was stunned: “Aaron’s only been practicing magic a short time? Yet he defeated Mephisto and Dormammu?!”
“Asgard has truly birthed a remarkable figure!”
“With him on our side, the defense of the real universe becomes more secure!”
Oshtur added, “Provided he doesn’t stir up too much trouble again.”
“We really need to think this through.”
Agamotto smiled. “Even without him, those guys wouldn’t give up—but his appearance has reversed the tide.”
“Pity he wasn’t from Kamar-Taj.”
Had Aaron been from Kamar-Taj, the Vishanti could’ve communicated with him more easily—and possibly learned the secrets behind his rapid growth.
But Aaron is an Asgardian—a New God.
The New Protoss are now the ruling force of the real universe, and the Ancient Gods have become relics of history.
They can’t roam freely in the real universe without risking catastrophe.
Each surviving Ancient God wields power capable of annihilating a galaxy.
Their mere movement causes mountains to collapse and the ground to crack.
The real universe is too “fragile” to endure it.
Yet with his current strength, Aaron rivals ordinary Ancient Gods.
In fact, he ranks among the elite even by their standards.
Even if the Ancient Gods had confronted Mephisto in his own domain—with Dormammu and Satanish at his side—they might still have struggled to win.
“It’s rare to see such a powerful deity emerge from the New Protoss,” Agamotto sighed.
“This universe is truly special. We need to keep a close eye on it.”
Oshtur nodded.
After all, the real universe they protect isn’t the only one.
Across countless parallel universes, Kamar-Taj needs their help constantly.
Some of these universes possess beings even stronger than the current God of Magic.
But most of those wield such power only through external means—like Infinity Stones.
Or via forbidden dark magic, turning them into something neither human nor god.
Aaron, however, forged the magical web with his own power and studied intensely.
In just a few short years, he grew from a lowly protoss with no godhood—into the man who defeated Mephisto!
Even Mephisto—infamous as the most cunning of all Dimensional Lords—fell to this new Magic God.
Aaron’s meteoric rise stunned the universe.
And no one knows how far he can go.
He’s already absorbed the energy of three dimensions.
The next time he leaves the real universe, he may return with power far beyond comprehension.
Agamotto clicked his tongue at the thought.
The others felt the pressure too.
What a monster.
The New Protoss are not to be underestimated!
“Asgard... truly a land of surprises, wouldn’t you say, Gaea…”
Oshtur’s gaze shifted—as if she saw Gaea watching from Avalon across the galaxies.
Technically, all the New Gods—including Asgardians—are Gaea’s children.
But did she give special attention to Aaron?
Probably not. Maybe only Thor was favored.
Oshtur speculated boldly.
Yet she didn’t know that when Gaea heard of Aaron’s feats, even the Mother of Gods began to question his origins.
She couldn’t recall ever paying attention to him.
He had always seemed like an ordinary New God—weak-blooded, with no chance of becoming a chief deity, let alone challenging Dormammu.
And that, in Dormammu’s home turf!
Even the strongest version of Odin from any parallel universe couldn’t match that feat.
Aaron had now become the undisputed number one among the New Protoss.
“…A magical monster… perhaps he truly is one,” Gaea mused.
But after reviewing Aaron’s life, she chose to keep observing.
So long as he didn’t wreak havoc in the real universe—like destroying it—she wouldn’t intervene.
Only if multiple parallel universes were at risk would they act.
Though frankly, by then, it would likely be too late.
Because they probably couldn’t win...
Meanwhile, Aaron paid no attention to the cascade of reactions caused by his actions.
His only concern was securing Limbo.
And he was right.
Even though the Darkchilde was his ally, no Dimensional Lord dared trespass on the hell border for now.
The weak wouldn’t dare.
The strong wouldn’t bother—for now.
And if they left their own domains—who would really gain the upper hand?
Hard to say.
At this moment, Aaron was fully immersed in advancing his magic.
He began refining Iv8’s atomic reorganization spell.
Once that reached Iv9, he planned to push a key magic to Lv10.
He had a strong premonition—reaching Level 10 would change everything.
Perhaps, at that point, the universe itself could no longer constrain him.
The only real concern might be Eternity, at the center of the cosmos.
Though merely one of infinite avatars, Eternity likely operates at a multi-god level.
Still, Aaron wasn’t afraid.
Maybe he couldn’t win—but he was confident Eternity couldn’t defeat him either.
Once promoted to a Concept God, he would theoretically be beyond death.
After nearly a week of cultivation,
Aaron paused—for a major event.
Thor’s coronation had begun!
The Almighty City had issued invitations, and nearly all willing gods had gathered in Asgard.
It was a grand celebration across the Nine Realms.
It also marked the return of the gods after ages.
Not just Earth’s pantheons—but gods from across the stars had arrived.
They came for Thor’s coronation—but really, it was because of Aaron.
As the face of Asgard and the true ruler of the Nine Realms, Aaron had to appear to maintain order.
To define divine duties and territorial rights.
The New Protoss had changed.
Thor’s coronation was just an excuse to gather them.
Everyone knew it.
But appearances still mattered.
Had Aaron not attended, this gathering would’ve meant nothing.
