The death of the Twilight Overlord initially made the Sovereigns cheer.
However:
The cheers had lasted only a few days before they were suppressed by powerful figures wearing numbered masks.
These Sovereigns were forced to choose sides.
At first, they lowered their heads and submitted.
As more and more Sovereigns were suppressed by the numbered powerhouses, Great Geniuses naturally emerged among them:
"By the rules of the Forbidden Zone, the birth of a new Overlord is the same as the birth of a Sovereign."
"It must emerge from the next rank below."
"These numbered powerhouses aren't Sovereigns. What right do they have to suppress us?"
"We hold sway over a corner of the world, lording it over others."
"Now that we have a chance to become Overlords, are we supposed to hand it over to others?"
"Besides, numbered powerhouses are only strong themselves; they have no foundations, no reserves."
"They want to freeload off our foundations and reserves? Why should we let them?"
"Alone, none of us is their match. But if we join forces, what the hell are these numbered powerhouses? Do they think they're Forbidden Qing?"
The more Sovereigns gathered together, the more Great Geniuses emerged.
Then, amid the indignant roars of the Great Geniuses, these Sovereigns suddenly realized:
"The numbered powerhouses really have no foundations!"
"Without us, they are merely powerful individuals!"
"Join forces and kill them."
"The Overlord must emerge from among us."
"For hundreds, even thousands of eras, it might never be our turn for an Overlord to arise."
"Now that the opportunity has come, even if we die, we have to fight for it!"
Then:
The numbered powerhouses cultivated by the Twilight Overlord suddenly discovered:
Overnight, they had become commanders without troops.
One Sovereign after another broke away from them, even drawing away the