Chapter 2085: The Supreme Borns

They

appeared.

The sky fell silent.

The wind stopped.

Time itself felt like it had paused.

There was no sound, no warning...

Just... an overwhelming presence that seemed to overpower every single being in existence. In an instant, the ’crowd’ of World Leaders realized it as well.

They were here.

They all looked up, and their eyes fell on four beings that seemed beyond mortal comprehension.

They did not walk; it didn’t look like they were floating either.

It just... felt like they simply ’appeared’ and the entire world bent to acknowledge it.

The so-called ’World Leaders’ were in awe when they saw these beings descend. The moment they sensed their overwhelming presence, they realized it.

All this while, every time the ’common people’ encountered the beings from Supreme Worlds, they weren’t exactly... the ’beings from Supreme Worlds’.

They were beings who were ’recognized’ by the Supreme Worlds and were accepted by them. Beings that indeed lived in the Supreme Worlds—and yes, beings who were ridiculously strong.

But even then, they still weren’t the Supreme Beings born in the Supreme Worlds.

Right now, however, things were different.

Even if they ignored their appearance, just these beings’ presence alone was enough to tell the Guild Leaders the truth.

The beings in front of them were not mere subordinates.

They were the Supreme Born.

The actual entities from the Supreme Worlds.

And the very fact that these people came here showed that this matter was far more serious than what any of these mercenary guild leaders were expecting.

Every being present on the ground gulped. Their eyes could not move away from the four beings hovering in the air.

The first one to attract their eyes was the being from the Supreme World of Light.

Descending slowly from the golden heavens above, this radiant being hovered in the air, bathed in warm, divine light. His long, flowing robes shimmered like woven sunlight, gently rippling with every movement. Majestic wings spread wide behind him, each feather glowing with celestial fire, casting soft golden rays across the skies.

His eyes burned like twin suns—calm yet commanding—radiating a power that stirred awe and reverence. A halo crowned his head, pulsing faintly, as if echoing the will of the heavens. In one hand, he held a sword forged of pure light, its edges humming softly, as though it existed beyond mortal realms.

His aura was overwhelming—pure, eternal, and sovereign. It was the presence of divine judgment and protection, a being who had watched over countless ages, now arriving not just to be seen, but to be obeyed.

*Picture*

And completely opposite to him stood another being—a being that seemed like the counter to him.

A dark, vile figure descending—slowly, silently—hovering in the cold void between dimensions. The very air around him warped, as if recoiling from his presence. Shadows clung to his body like smoke made solid, forming armor that resembled charred obsidian—jagged and ancient.

His eyes burned a deep, furious red—twin coals in a skeletal face twisted with endless malice. Black horns curled from his skull like the gnarled roots of a dead tree, and his claws seemed ready to tear through both matter and soul. Every movement he made left streaks of black mist behind, as though the darkness obeyed his will.

His aura was suffocating—thick with hatred, despair, and wrath. He did not simply arrive; he invaded the sky, as if his presence alone was a curse on the light—a declaration that something old and terrible had awoken.

Yes, he was from the Supreme World of Darkness.

*Picture*

These two opposing forces clashed with each other. Just the clash from their auras alone was so destructive that a world like Vael’Terros would have never survived the impact. Yet somehow, the world was still intact.

It was almost a miracle.

A miracle made possible by another being that stood right beside the two opposing energies.

This celestial figure hovered with an air of silent divinity, his presence parting the very stillness of the sky. Cloaked in deep starlight blue, his flowing robes rippled gently in an unseen wind, as if space itself bent to his arrival.

His skin glowed with a soft, ethereal luminescence—the shade of moonlight filtered through cosmic mist. His single eye like twin stars shone with piercing white brilliance—unblinking and all-seeing. A radiant halo encircled his head, pulsing faintly, echoing the orbits of far-off planets.

In one hand he held a spear tipped with a diamond-shaped sigil, glowing with ancient, calm energy. On his chest gleamed a sigil of the void white sun, radiating silent authority.

His aura was immense.

It felt weightless yet overwhelming, like the vacuum between stars—distant, unknowable, eternal.

Yes, he represented the Supreme World of Balance.

*Picture*

These were the three Supreme Worlds—showcasing their overwhelming presence and clashing, yet oddly in-sync energies.

The fourth being, however, stood at a distance, as if he had nothing to do with them.

His robes caught the starlight as he hovered above the ground. Glyphs glowed faintly across the fabric of his clothing, pulsing in rhythm with the quiet hum of unseen forces. Every movement felt measured—like the ticking of a perfect, eternal clock.

Pale eyes glowed with deep and endless knowledge. A luminous halo of shifting runes and arcane geometry formed behind his body, spinning gently. He held an ancient tome open in one hand, its pages turning without wind, while in the other, his staff shimmered with orbs of celestial energy, orbiting like distant moons.

His aura was vast—cold, calculating, and endlessly wise. It wrapped around him like the silence of space: not empty, but full of secrets. Where others brought power or terror, he brought understanding that bent the very reality itself.

Yes, he came from the Supreme World of Eternity.

*Picture*

These were the Four Beings from the Supreme Worlds, and as they stared down—like gods staring at mortals—a heavy silence descended.

It happened on its own.

The moment they all appeared—

Everything stopped.

Chatter died mid-sentence.

No one needed to speak.

No one dared.

Thousands of beings—kings of their respective worlds—all bowed as one. Some knelt, some lowered their heads, others dropped to the ground without realizing it.

Even the ships floating in the sky dimmed their lights, engines going quiet.

Mountains in the distance bent slightly inward, clouds thinned and coiled away like respectful servants. The ground beneath their feet pulsed—stone, dirt, ash, and even old bones shifting slightly, turning themselves to face the Supreme Beings.

Every living being—and even those that were not alive—seemed to acknowledge a single truth:

The rulers of the universe had arrived.

After a momentary silence, the being of Balance stepped forward, his cloak drifting like mist. He gazed down at the thousands below.

"You have arrived. As expected."

His voice rang clear, calm... and unshakably certain.

He looked over the crowd as though surveying tools, not people—and none of the mercenary guild leaders looked ’offended’.

All their spirits were already crushed the instant they realized who stood in front of them. They were expecting to meet the Supreme Worlds’ subordinates, but to directly be addressed by the Supreme Borns?

None of them would dare to say a word or show dissatisfaction even if they had millions of lives.

Balance, as if already expecting this, didn’t seem too bothered and continued,

"We will not waste time with pleasantries. You already know why you are here.

So let us begin."

He ordered.

Yes, there wasn’t even a simple sentence of welcome.

This was arrogance.

Arrogance beyond anything anyone had seen.

Balance then turned towards Eternity, and he looked down.

No one saw his eyes—if he had them at all—but all felt his gaze.

The air rippled around him.

The space twisted.

Even the energy of time seemed affected.

And then—he raised his staff.

There was no chant, no grand gesture, no declaration.

Just a smooth, weightless, simple motion and then—

The sky cracked like glass, and from it descended a structure made of flowing silver and radiant crystal, bending reality itself as it landed on the earth without sound. It pulsed with an otherworldly rhythm, every edge soft and perfect, every surface shimmering like shifting stardust.

The structure, shaped like a smooth lotus with opening layers, formed itself from light and time. Dozens of floating rings hovered around it, inscribed with glowing runes no one could read—but all instinctively feared. At its heart was a door—not one carved by hand, but formed by will.

*Picture*

Once it was created, Balance raised his hand once more, his face tilting ever so slightly toward the silver structure now rooted in reality.

"Each of you will enter—alone."

His voice rang out again—measured, absolute.

"You will read the reports you have come with."

He paused.

"And the chamber will judge."

His head tilted just a fraction further, as if amused.

"The Chamber does not ask for your opinion. It does not need your defense.

It will look into your memories and compare it with the report. Any lies, any unmentioned information, or any incomplete detail will be caught.

And if it does—

The Chamber will tear your souls apart, pulling you out of the Universal Reincarnation Cycle."