Sovereign of the Ashes
Chapter 1130: Obedient

Chapter 1130: Obedient

Given the Jackal God’s strength and the sheer number of beast gods gathered in the hall, Eugene should not have had any chance of ascending to godhood in the first place.

Beastmen Plane had already hit its saturation point for divine influence over a hundred thousand years ago.

Every new beast god meant fiercer competition with older, more established deities for limited resources.

Unlike the Magus World, where the number of Rank Four and above knights and mages continued to grow steadily, the number of higher-ranking beings in allied planes had remained stagnant for ages.

It was not because those worlds lacked talent, but because there simply was no more space left at the top.

One could say there was already a donkey in every stall.

Paired with scarce resources, this bottleneck had caused development across many planes to level off into a plateau.

Of course, some believed this stagnation was no accident, but the result of subtle manipulation by Magus World itself.

Magus World mages, with their sharp minds and precise calculations, had long since determined the optimal number of Rank Four entities each plane could sustain.

They prized “balance” above all—more specifically, checks and balances.

After all, too many high-level beings within the alliance were not necessarily good for the long-term development of the Magus Civilization, which held the true reins of power behind the scenes.

Among all the large-sized planes under the Magus Civilization’s control, only Titan World was the most fully developed.

It had reached the standard of a true large-sized plane, boasting over a thousand Rank Four or higher creatures, with more than one overlord-level beings.

Most of the other planes within the alliance had been, in a sense, suppressed.

No matter how long they had developed, the Magus Civilization kept a tight grip on how many high-ranking beings each one could have.

Overlord-level beings, in particular, were strictly limited. With the exception of Titan World, nearly all the large-sized allied planes were capped at exactly one overlord.

The Magus Civilization did not enforce this through brute strength, direct orders, or strict regulations.

Their control was subtler and far more refined.

Sometimes, it was as simple as tweaking a magicoin policy. Other times, a small adjustment in one corner of the Magus Alliance’s economy was all it took.

And when that happened, no matter which civilization was involved, they would find themselves caught up in the whirlwind—dragged along and tossed around for a while.

The Magus Civilization held indirect control not just over the number of Rank Four and above beings, but also over the overall development of allied planes.

After all, being part of the Magus Alliance meant following the guidance of the Magus Civilization.

If they ordered the Beastmen World to shut down its slave trade, especially the trafficking of half-beastmen, no one would dare say no.

Of course, the official explanation from the Magus Civilization would be all about protecting rights, ensuring fairness, and building a harmonious alliance.

But the real direct impact would feel like stabbing Beastmen World straight in the spine.

Then again, the Magus Alliance would probably never issue such a decree. That kind of move would go against the interests of the Magus World’s mainstream power.

Still, the fact that a half-beastman like Eugene was ascending to godhood definitely drew the attention of some higher-ups in Magus World.

Even someone as powerful as Kampas—an overlord—had to take that pressure seriously when it came from Magus World.

Kampas had always been regarded as a rather dim figure among the upper ranks of the alliance.

He was a pure-blooded beastman, carrying nearly every negative stereotype people associated with his kind—greedy, lustful, lazy, and dim-witted, to name a few.

Normally, someone like him would struggle to reach the overlord realm.

Yet somehow, Kampas pulled it off. Not only did he become an overlord, but under his leadership, Beastmen World actually did pretty well within the Magus Alliance!

Among the many large-sized planes of the alliance, Beastmen World was second only to Titan World.

Although Beastmen World looked poor on the surface, other civilizations and allied planes still envied and longed for its position.

After all, the poverty belonged only to the beastmen at the bottom. The ones at the upper echelon were anything but poor!

In truth, many Rank Four and above beastman gods had gotten filthy rich off the slave trade.

Over time, Kampas’s long life and experience as an overlord taught him one unshakable truth—something he carved into his very soul: One could never go wrong by obeying Magus World.

Kampas was not the smartest overlord within the alliance. He was not the strongest either. But he was, without a doubt, the most loyal.

He was the perfect lapdog of Magus World—fighting wherever they pointed, never asking questions or complaining!

And to be fair, Kampas was no small fry. As a peak Rank Seven overlord, he stood among the highest-ranking powers in the Magus Alliance.

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This time, the ones watching Eugene’s ascension were not the top brass of the Magus World.

It was someone from the middle echelon, also right on the verge of breaking into the upper echelon.

The God of Beastmen knew this person. In fact, they had once fought side by side and even served under the same legendary figure.

Though Kampas was stronger, he did not dare underestimate them—not with that “lady” standing behind them.

It would not be surprising if that lady had taken an interest in this situation.

Then again, with the level of influence she held, it seemed unlikely she would bother with something as trivial as a half-beastman ascending to godhood.

That likely meant the push was coming from the Western Archipelago.

A war between civilizations was brewing. Kampas could already sense the scent of blood and gunpowder drifting faintly through the stars.

This war might arrive sooner than anyone expected.

The Gallant Federation had already begun responding to the Magus Alliance’s recent string of maneuvers with a wave of countermeasures and retaliation.

As the sole overlord of Beastmen World, Kampas had long since formed a connection with its planar will. He understood what the world itself wanted.

Given all these circumstances, reshaping the current structure by pushing forward a new half-beastman god like Eugene was not difficult.

If Beastmen World could produce one more Rank Five, or even Rank Six, combatant, it would bring real advantages when the full-scale war of civilizations began.

In fact, Kampas had already made his stance on Eugene’s ascension to godhood, at least implicitly.

If he had been against it, Eugene would have never gotten far enough to rally the half-beastmen and establish a homeland in No Man’s Land.

Beyond subtle support, Kampas had even sent direct aid.

At this moment, as he stared at the divine light screen in front of him, his focus was not on Eugene, but on Reksha.

As for the Jackal God and the other beast gods whose interests had been undercut by Eugene’s rise, Kampas did not care much about them.

They had lost something, but the amount of faith coming from Eugene’s side was still partially shared with Kampas.

All things considered, he was not really losing anything.

Besides, Eugene had publicly declared before setting out that the half-beastmen were loyal believers of Kampas, the God of Beastmen.