Three decades ago, the mana of the Origin surged up from within its center. The planet was slowly regaining its full potential and strength.

More than 50% of its power had been regained at that time, hinting at a threshold that lead to the release of a tremendous amount of mana.

Dungeons much stronger than the dungeon portals that had manifested in the past appeared, and they destroyed everything in their way.

Tens, if not hundreds of thousands of races had found their way to the Origin at that time. However, not even a third of them were able to hold their forte against the force of the hordes of dungeon beasts that had emerged on Jundra. It was truly terrifying and all Origin Human Shelters were bulldozed.

The Shelters were already old, and they hadn't been constructed to survive the attack of hordes of Mythician-ranked dungeon beasts. There were way too many powerful beasts for the Origin Humans to handle. That forced everyone to move to the Orion Shelter, whether they wanted or not.

After all, not even the Halheim Shelter could be protected.

Maybe the Elves would have been capable of protecting Halheim, but they didn't want to lose their men and women by protecting something that didn't bring them any benefits. The Halheim shelter was more of a nuisance to the Elves than helpful. It restricted the Forest of Life's growth, after all!

The only help the Elves provided was that they allowed the Origin Humans to use their teleportation circles to move to the Orion Shelter where everyone was accepted regardless of their race. Of course, certain examinations had to be made, including a mental test and a questionnaire.

The Orion Shelter had its means to find bad people and liars. With that in mind, they could ensure that the inside of the Orion Shelter was safe, most of the time at least.

Like everywhere else, conflicts were impossible to avoid. It was just important how they handled conflicts and other issues. As long as they took care of them gracefully and with the necessary respect for everyone, no matter their race, everything could be solved properly.

That was something Ophelia, Lord Wirliam, Melheim Zorn, and the others reassured while Nial was not there. These three and more had also arrived in the Mansion which was now flooded with too many people.

Nial remembered all of them, and it made him feel many things to perceive familiar faces that he never thought to perceive ever again.

His strength might have increased to an extent that none of them would ever be able to attain but that didn't really mean that he had to be treated differently from before. He wouldn't treat others differently than before either, otherwise, he wouldn't continue to call Crevian 'Master'. After all, he was not only stronger but also much more knowledgeable than the Old Elf by now.

None of that really mattered, which was something everyone noticed as Hanna hugged him tightly.

Hanna had changed a lot over the years as well. She was much more mature now. Her cultivation progress was of extraordinary speed as well. Having reached the Mythician rank at the age of 100 was not something many could do. Yet, Sabrina and Hanna made it possible. They might have had the help of their unique traits and the trials they had to undergo in order to unlock more potential of their traits but that didn't mean they didn't work hard!

They did, in fact, work extremely hard. Hanna was now able to control her Charming Eyes and the Aroma her body could control at any moment. However, that didn't change one particular fact; Hanna had grown into a fine beauty, capable of bewitching men of all races even without her Charming Eyes, the natural and emotion-manipulative fragrance her body exuded.

She pressed him against her and cried while making it seem as if she never wanted to let go of him again. Nial hugged her back, rubbing her back lightly with a faint smile on his lips.

'It was a good decision to return now,' Nial thought to himself, enjoying this situation much more than cultivating all by himself, lonely.

The strength he gained was not worth it if he had nobody to protect with it.

That feeling grew within him and it made him desire to become even stronger than before. He wanted to gain more strength, protect everyone and build up a large territory where everyone could spend their time freely.

Nial was not sure if that feeling and desire had grown stronger after he found out that he was the last member of the Lacardian Empyrean Void, and that he had actually been the prince of his race, someone who ought to reign his people if not for the last Advocate of the Pryards.

He couldn't really tell what was going on inside him but he wanted to turn the Orion Shelter into a fortress with the newest technology. It was supposed to turn into a place he could be proud of, a place not even Gods could infiltrate without losing an arm and leg, and a place where everyone lived freely, free of the shackles their race and others may force upon them.

That was what Nial desired. After all, achieving this would also mean that his family, friends, and other beloved ones would be safe and sound as well.

Once he made that happen, the only goal he had left to pursue was to search for the last Advocate of the Pryards and take revenge on him.

For this, Nial would have to be a God, a strong one at that. His strength couldn't be lacking when going up against the Advocate of the Pryards. With that in mind, Nial had to become and create the strongest possible Divinity using all his means.

Nial was confident but he knew that he shouldn't get arrogant. That would be a foolish mistake, something he had to avoid by all means.

Thus, he had to come up with a plan soon enough.

"Eh…I'm sorry to interrupt you guys…but how long are you going to hug?"

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