Supremacy Games Chapter 1954 Zion.

1954 Zion.

Within the same cosmos... The Eternal Kingdom existed, roughly twenty million years prior to the era of Felix's birth...

The three rulers were observed suspended before the heart of the universe, an entity that had been throbbing with a blinding radiance for several years. Eris, Uranus, Ares, and even Lilith had gathered there as well.

Their collective gaze was fixed upon the universe's heart, as they remained in anticipation of a new celestial’s birth, just as the ancient tablet had prophesied.

Abruptly, the heart of the universe erupted in a brilliant flare, forcing every onlooker to shield their vision from the searing celestial glow.

As the radiance subsided, a diminutive celestial humanoid took form. Though his features were delicate and youthful, his eyes contained the boundless embers of creation itself.

"A celestial has truly been brought forth... How extraordinary," Lilith noted with a curious air.

The very fabric of the cosmos seemed to pause as the infant drifted through the void, his small hands reaching out by instinct toward the Rulers.

Medusa moved to cradle him. As she took him into her arms, a rare, soft smile touched her lips. "Let us welcome our newest little family member... May he become our salvation."

"Who wishes to have the honor of naming him?" she inquired, glancing at the assembled group.

"What about Zion?" Eris proposed, wearing a gentle expression as she playfully tapped the infant's nose.

Upon hearing his new name, the celestial child’s grin brightened the vast expanse as he was tenderly welcomed into their realm.

As the years passed, the Eternal Kingdom prospered simply by his presence.

The sound of the child's laughter rang through every corner of the kingdom. His abilities to manipulate reality birthed miracles that inspired both joy and wonder in all who saw them... yet, beneath the surface, these powers also caused a subtle unease.

Even the three rulers were startled to witness a celestial capable of warping reality. It led them to suspect that should he reach the pinnacle of his strength, he might awaken as the very consciousness of the universe.

Nevertheless, because the tablet identified him as the instrument of their salvation, they could only maintain their vigilance and observe how events unfolded.

However, they never envisioned in their wildest fantasies that the prophecy tablet’s subsequent decree would be this:

"Seal the child of the Heart... Constrain his light within the Imprisonment Grounds, and ensure that no celestial hand or voice can reach him..."

They were even provided with specific blueprints to construct a sealing hall for his containment.

While staring at the fresh directives, the three rulers experienced a brief moment of bewilderment, which quickly transitioned into a sense of relief.

They recognized that his awakening was drawing near, as he was currently consuming celestial energy like a void without a bottom.

Had the tablet not issued those orders, they likely would have taken independent action to ensure he never reached awakening—at least not until they grasped the full consequences of such an event.

"Convincing the unigins will prove somewhat troublesome," Medusa said, her brow furrowed.

"There won't be much convincing to be done," Ymir stated with a calm demeanor. "The child has already been terrifying everyone with his absolute power to alter reality."

"They are also aware that if he awakens, he would represent a threat far greater than all of us combined. Furthermore, he would be devouring their vital celestial energy," Amun-Ra added with a cold tone.

Just as anticipated, once the sealing hall was completed and the assembly met to decree Zion’s banishment to the imprisonment grounds, the vast majority voted in favor.

Only the voices of Artemis, Apollo, and Eris rose in opposition, but they were quickly overwhelmed...

"No!!! Why!! No!! Please!! I didn't do anything!! Aunties!! Uncles!!! Save me!! I didn't do anything!!"

The unigins turned their backs and averted their eyes from Zion, ignoring his desperate and agonizing pleas.

Watching their retreating figures, Zion could do nothing but weep uncontrollably, struck by the ultimate betrayal.

He had been forsaken by those he cherished most...

With expressions devoid of emotion, the three rulers watched the torrent of tears falling down his face. Then, after locking him within the hall, they cast him away to the imprisonment grounds.

Finding himself enveloped in a crushing darkness and a silence so deep it nearly drowned out his own pulse, Zion could only huddle in a ball and sob quietly, his spirit completely shattered...

Suddenly, however, an unexpected voice echoed in his mind.

'Betrayal is never a pleasant sensation.'

'Who's there!' Zion cried out, his voice sharp with agitation, though he could not hide the trace of terror.

'Calm yourself, boy... I am the reason this location was converted into the Imprisonment Grounds.'

'You... Kronos?' Zion wiped away his tears and snot, his face twisted in disbelief.

'You will come to understand in the future.'

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'In the flesh,' Kronos answered.

'You are still here after all this time?!' Zion asked, sounding shocked. 'What did you even do?'

Zion had heard tales regarding Kronos from the other unigins, but none had ever explained the reason for his imprisonment here.

'I do not recall why I was locked away,' Kronos said with a chuckle.

'...'

Zion fell silent, suspecting that he was being toyed with.

'I know, I know—it's startling, isn't it? The guardian of space and time suffering from memory loss.' Kronos offered a faint smile as he whispered the final part, 'But it is for my own benefit.'

'Huh? What are you talking about?' Zion was taken aback.

'Knowing everything is not a burden one wants,' Kronos smiled wryly. 'The things I am aware of, the sights I have seen... even the three rulers cannot begin to comprehend them...'

'Are you playing a joke on me? How could that be bad?' Zion’s tone became resentful. 'If I possessed such knowledge, I never would have been betrayed.'

'...'

Kronos remained quiet for a moment, feeling the immense hatred festering within Zion’s heart.

Nevertheless, he moved past it and continued.

'You will eventually learn that the truth of our universe is not meant for the weak-willed... I have already purged my memory of it, yet I can still feel the lingering horror that comes with that knowledge...'

'How can something be so terrifying that it forces a unigin to choose forgetfulness?' Zion could not grasp the logic.

'You will come to understand in the future.'

Before Zion could respond, Kronos offered one final thought. 'Do not let the silence consume you; a moment will come when you shall be liberated.'

'Truly?! I’ll be set free? When? Kronos? Tell me when and then go back to sleep!'

Zion ended by shouting into the void, but there was no one left to answer him.

Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the Imprisonment Grounds, Kronos sat cross-legged at the heart of a massive sealing chamber. Thousands of obsidian chains were embedded deep into his back.

The three celestial languages were inscribed upon these chains, glowing with a dim light.

He remained in his human form, looking ancient and fragile. His tangled, long black hair stretched out for hundreds of meters, carpeting the entire floor of the sealing hall.