The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2937: A Devil on Target

While dealing with the daring level 127 True Celestials who tried to imprison him, Minos received contact from his latest creations about the possibility of getting new thrones.

He stopped what he was doing, paying attention to the information he had just received through his mental connection with his creations. 'They've located two Devils... This is a great opportunity to hunt them down!'

It wasn't exactly thrones that his underlings had brought him, but the positions of two Devils, something that would give Minos two thrones if he moved fast enough to eliminate them. The only apparent problem with the current situation of these two targets was their cultivation.

'These are level 128 Devils... How strange. When I left Hell, there were only three creatures with that cultivation.'

He thought for a moment, standing with his back to the defeated Celestials in that dark area.

The six were on their knees, suffering the pressure of his cultivation. They just watched as he halted his words and focused on something else. They couldn't help but fear what this might mean, while Minos' allies wondered what was on their companion's mind.

'The war must be over? It's possible. Years have passed since I left Vicente Fuller there. When I saw him recently, he seemed to want to say something to me, but I didn't pay attention given the timing of my advance to the 13th stage.'

Minos remembered his most recent journeys before entering the Upper Realm.

'The war must be over, or at least the best of it is over. Then several of the dimension's experts fell, opening up space and opportunities for others... Hmm, it's possible that the dimension's strength has been preserved. Perhaps there are even more high-level Devils than before.'

A high-level dimension could hardly get any stronger. There were internal and external confrontations, and reaching the pinnacle wasn't so easy that there would be immediate replacements for every casualty in the upper echelons of reality.

However, in a dimension where one could become stronger with the failure of the other, a war could eliminate the weakest and create a small, stronger elite, perhaps even more robust than the elite of the previous generation.

'Perhaps the number of Devils today is smaller than before. But the strength of the dimension would hardly diminish with a war. In that case, fewer low-level True Celestials should exist in Hell now and more peak True Celestials should be in power.'

Minos seemed neither happy nor worried about such a thing. Numbers could still make a difference, so the situation between the two upper dimensions should be more or less as it was in the past. For him, the chance of a more heated conflict between the dimensions shouldn't have changed so much just because of the likely changes in Hell.

But things could be different now than they had been before his ascension.

'There are fewer Devils we can kill to get thrones. So, it brings me to the situation where I can't hunt as many of them as I'd like.' He thought of a problem first, not considering disputes between Deities to kill these available Devils. 'But there must be a benefit to hunting stronger Devils. I have to take advantage while other Deities don't realize the current situation!'

His eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists. Glancing back at the six Deities on their knees, Minos concluded his thoughts. 'While my internal actions will take longer to bear fruit, I will focus on this other opportunity.'

"You three, take care of our new friends. I'm sure they'll follow the right path from now on," Minos said to his allies before moving off, swimming away without waiting for answers from friends or foes.

The pressure on the area disappeared, freeing the six defeated Celestials, while the three allies watched as Minos crossed the underwater space of the dimension. They didn't care about their opponents. None of them considered, even hypothetically, the chance that one of those six would turn down the offer to join Minos' faction.

Minos had been direct in saying the only fate they wouldn't suffer would be the one in which they joined the Ancestral Cult.

"Did he leave the dimension?" One of the six defeated Deities asked, wrinkling his face tightly.

"That seems to be the case. And it must be a record. He should be the fastest to leave the dimension after entering the realm. Even Senior Lydis took several thousand years to leave the realm for the first time."

"Why did he do that? Normally we can't leave so easily, but it's not like leaving is that interesting," The only woman among the defeated asked, turning her gaze to Minos' three allies.

They didn't know the answer to this question for sure, but they thought it had to do with Minos' current objectives.

'Something has come up, and he's on the move to get a new throne. That's the only possibility!' The one who knew Minos best thought, before deciding to move as well.

"Take this group to Master Minos' city to formalize the entry of their factions into the Ancestral Cult. I have to report to the Master."

...

Meanwhile, Minos left the dimension after a few minutes 'fighting' against space and the laws trying to prevent him from fulfilling his immediate objective.

After entering the Upper Realm and becoming an Entitled Deity, Minos had put aside his mortality and was now rejected by mortal reality. Only on higher-level planes, where immortals could emerge from natural cultivation, could Deities come and go easily.

But there were ways to circumvent the limitations that prevented individuals like Minos from moving around like this. By cultivating the energy and laws of the dimension, strengthening themselves and directing these powers back to other realities, Deities could temporarily access mortal planes.

The throne of Minos called this merit, a symbolic currency that Deities earned when they fulfilled their duties.

By raising his cultivation and fulfilling his first task as an Entitled Deity, Minos had barely earned enough to make his journey. But given his spiritual power, he completed the requirements and advance until he entered a lower plane, where he knew one of his creations was watching one Devil.

Observing the red world around him for a moment, Minos flew towards his subordinate at the maximum speed he could go without attracting a punishment from the laws that could force him to return to the realm.

Unlike the Devils, who could come and go from their dimension and spend a lot of time outside of Hell, Entitled Deities suffered from many limitations when it came to accessing mortal planes. This stemmed from how the Ancestral Realm had been divided after the calamity that almost completely destroyed the Nine Paths.

As the Entitled Deities could live forever and went against natural laws, they had been 'excluded' from the mortal realms, while the Devils, bringers of death and followers of the laws, had free access to the different layers of existence.

Minos was now an Entitled Deity and had no regrets about the advantages he had lost by choosing this path. He went ahead with his plans, flying fast, at a speed compatible with that of the strongest in that world.

'In an hour, I will reach his site. I hope such a Devil doesn't return to Hell in the meantime!'

That was Minos' only concern at the moment: losing the chance to get a throne by spilling the blood of a Devil!