This news has sent waves across the world.

An unknown entity has descended, proclaiming doctrines for all living beings. The era of Demigods is about to begin in the Wizard world.

This is akin to harvesting the wool from the Apocalypse world, using their realms and foundations to nurture the Wizard world.

At this moment, atop the majestic 1,300-meter Elf Divine Tree, Minis opened his eyes slowly, his expression calm, "I can already break through to Demigod."

"So soon?" The Holy Dragon lay on the ground, shifting its massive rear.

Minis had actually been stuck at the final threshold.

In recent years, the wandering minstrel Sylvie was always telling stories in taverns, discussing certain theories, leading him to completely comprehend and step past that last hurdle.

"But I can't break through first, as that would shake the world. I should give the maid some face, let her explain the path to Demigod, to show the world the breakthrough of her followers."

Minis didn't care about the prestige of breaking through first.

If someone is about to explain the method to break through to Demigod, and you do it in front of the whole world beforehand, wouldn't that be embarrassing them, robbing them of face?

"You mediocre fool, no wonder you've been ordinary all these years." The Holy Dragon rolled its eyes.

Minis laughed and said, "I don't care about such things. I only wish to know what this world will face and to meet that Majesty once more."

He had already guessed, or rather many had guessed.

Who could use a Demigod as a maid?

Who would have old ties to this world?

It was the ancient Demon Monarch, Nokron.

The world not far away had already sent signals and sounds, traversing the Chaos to stride into this world, rightfully so.

Minis turned his head, his smile gentle as he said to the Holy Dragon, "The tides of the era surge forward, and in terms of heroes in the world, there is no one today who can catch my eye."

"Who has caught your eye?" the Holy Dragon asked him.

Minis said, "The ancient Atabia Kingdom... the Imperial Hero Herodotus, the Emperor Atabia."

Why were Herodotus and Atabia the most terrifying monsters in history?

They were "Renaissance Men," proficient in both literature and martial arts. It was this word "all" that was the most terrifying aspect.

In literature, they could open new realms of the era!

In martial arts, they could suppress the world into peace!

An unprecedented centralization of power.

One individual could represent the pinnacle of this civilization, with all martial artists and civil servants rallying behind them.

Sylph and Tukashi were two geniuses from the Abyss, each with their strengths and weaknesses.

Sylph was adept at research, a theoretical scientist.

She could establish all sorts of truths, theories, and realms, yet lacked the power to protect herself, only able to look at each era's Monarch and capitulate. This world is thus unreasonable; no matter how smart, it can't resist a bigger fist.

Tukashi was skilled in combat, an applied scientist.

He could take foundational theories and realms, turn them into practical techniques, a martial arts genius, deducing exquisite Dharma Methods suitable for himself, and was extremely adept at combat, constantly gaining insight and breaking through in battles.

Though their shortcomings, to the average person, were very long indeed.

For instance, Sylph could easily deal with those on the same level, but when faced with a true battle genius, her research specialties would fail her.

Presently, these two from the Abyss, one literary and one martial, could complement each other, forming a dual proficiency in literature and martial arts, forming a standoff with the Elf world and himself.

But in the end, they were two people, with mutual gaps.

"To have a genius of the era is already rare, having two types of talents in one person is truly incredible... those two maids are probably also one literary and one martial."

Minis only needed a few glances to understand their paths.

Sylvie, as a mechanical princess, indeed excelled in mental combat, controlling the whole world, belonging to the spiritual series Mage, while Aurora was genuinely a behind-the-scenes martial arts research genius.

This world has powerhouses complementing each other as a configuration.

One in the front, one behind the scenes.

People often say, the weak band together, and the strong always walk alone.

Yet in reality, who is truly strong?

If we count through the history of civilization, only two individuals are the real tigers.

Minis himself was also a Renaissance Man, just not excelling enough in either aspect.

So, he said there were no true heroes in this world, and he himself was only half of one!

At the same time, what puzzled Minis even more was...

In their era, the appearance of "Renaissance Men" was much more frequent. New life in the new era seemed always somehow weaker, alarmingly so.

"What do you think of the Wizard Emperor, Proeus of this era?" the Holy Dragon asked.

"The first genius of the Golden Era? The one who forcibly first broke through to this world as an Emperor to bid farewell to a woman on her deathbed, indeed has a grand spirit, earning my respect."

Minis admitted, "His talent in battle spirit, wisdom in cultivation aptitude is high, even slightly higher than Tukashi, could even rival me. If I fought him under the same conditions, the result would be uncertain."

"However, his other half, which could have complemented him, has already died, perishing with the opening of the Legend era,

He was lacking in two aspects: lacking timely opportunity, missing the Age of Gods to construct a Giant God, not being one of the Creation Gods, thus lacking a Giant God Shell,

Secondly, lacking fate. These years he diligently searched but still couldn't find the next Great Sage to assist him as Emperor, so it ends here."

He spoke eloquently, eyes filled with endless confidence and a gleam that seemed to perceive the world.

Minis had no idea that the one who was supposed to assist him was actually still alive and had been wooed away, that she was one of the maids before him.

Just as he said in front of the grave back then, his era was coming, some mediocrity needs time to nurture flowers.

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