Little Mouse, Beirut

"Alright, since you all think I have a sharp eye for talent, having discovered a genius like Leilin, how about I take you to find another one?"

Huosi asked with a faint smile.

"Ah? My Lord, have you discovered another Leilin?"

Pusiluo's mouth dropped open instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Before Leilin arrived, he was the top subordinate under Lord Huosi. Once Leilin came, he became second. If another one showed up, wouldn't he be relegated to third?

"This... no way, is the Yulan Plane really that terrifying? Can it produce two Leilins at the same time?"

Adkins glanced at Leilin, suddenly feeling like he was a piece of trash.

He used to think of himself as the top genius of the Yulan Plane, but looking at it today, well, he wasn't actually all that special.

Could his hometown, the Yulan Plane, actually be a place that specialized in producing geniuses?

Adkins fell into deep thought for a moment.

"Perhaps that genius isn't from the Yulan Plane. After all, the Federation controls many planes now."

Leilin spoke up quickly; he didn't want to be the subject of discussion anymore.

These two guys, constantly talking about a "second Leilin"—what did they take him for?

"No, the little guy I'm talking about is from our Yulan Plane."

Huosi shook his head directly, rejecting Leilin's speculation.

"This... it really is from the Yulan Plane." Leilin said, somewhat surprised.

"Of course. This plane seems to be blessed by fortune, even though I've never heard of such a thing as 'fortune' in the Coiling Dragon universe."

Huosi thought to himself, Beirut was the true boss-level existence of the Coiling Dragon universe.

Of course, this "boss" referred to the plot; in terms of raw power, Oufu was still stronger.

Beirut first appeared in Beibei's memories. Later, the War God directly ordered the Empire's emperor to marry his daughter to Linley's younger brother and even sent his disciple to deliver a spatial ring.

During the time in the Chaotic Mountains, Desli's family was incredibly warm toward Linley. His wife initially had no interest in Renault, but the moment she saw Beibei, she immediately beamed and treated Renault with great kindness.

All of this was because of the king of the Dark Forest, Beirut.

Along the line of Beibei, Linley, and Renault, Desli's entire family was incredibly friendly. Along the line of Beibei, Linley, Wharton, and Nina, the War God issued direct orders.

Looking at the path of the protagonist Linley's rise, he never once left Beirut's influence.

During the Necropolis of the Gods, although Beirut didn't intervene directly, he always gave the impression of being present. Especially regarding the three godheads Linley obtained at the end, at that time, it felt like he was a very powerful god.

After the Gebada Prison was breached, he protected Dragonblood Castle and wiped out Adkins with overwhelming power. At that time, it felt like he was a very powerful Highgod.

On the Zijing Continent, Alikui'en, a Seven-Star Fiend, saw Beirut's weapon and instantly lost his nerve. At that time, it felt like he was a very powerful Asura.

In the Bluefire Prefecture, when the Four Divine Beasts Clan and Delia were severely injured, Beirut made a powerful entrance and suppressed Gaiselesen and the other Asuras. At that time, it felt like he was an almost invincible Highgod.

It wasn't until after the Ocalan Plane ended and Beirut was revealed to be a Sovereign that all his secrets were finally laid bare.

When reading in his previous life, Huosi always had the feeling that the Yulan Plane was the core of fortune.

Starting from Beirut, to Qinghuo, and then to Beibei and Linley—if these people had been born in any other material plane, that plane would have been burning incense in gratitude for generations.

Moreover, the five kings of the Gebada Prison were also shocking.

Inside the Gebada Prison, only two of the five kings had appeared: one was Qinghuo, who was only a step away from Grand Perfection, and the other was Odin, a powerful Seven-Star Fiend.

The names and strengths of the other kings were never mentioned, but it was estimated that they were at least not much worse than Odin.

One had to realize that those were Seven-Star Fiends, beings who could become city lords in the Divine Planes.

The Ulunisen and Sirtut that Linley encountered in Hell early on—which of them wasn't a powerhouse famous for billions of years?

Looking across all of Hell, the number of Seven-Star Fiend powerhouses was limited, yet a prison in a single material plane had five such existences.

If every material plane had so many Seven-Star Fiends, the Destruction Sovereign wouldn't have struggled to find only three hundred fearless Seven-Star Fiends for the Plane Wars.

One had to know that if the Destruction Sovereign were willing to offer freedom from the Plane Prison as a reward, countless gods in the Plane Prison would be willing to go to the plane battlefield.

With countless Plane Prisons, gathering thousands or tens of thousands shouldn't have been a problem, yet the reality was that they didn't exist.

Because of this, after Huosi's strength became sufficiently powerful, he specifically went to inspect the Plane Prison.

The result disappointed him: there were Highgods inside, but very few, and their strength was very weak. There wasn't even a single Six-Star Fiend, let alone a Seven-Star Fiend.

As for the five kings, such creatures didn't exist. Odin? Who was Odin? They had no idea.

Regarding this, Huosi strongly suspected that most of the Highgods in the Plane Prison were those attracted by the Necropolis of the Gods back in the day, who were then dealt with by Beirut.

Some died, like the Purpleblood Fiend, whose weapon was taken to stabilize spatial nodes; others were imprisoned, as killing them all served no purpose for Beirut.

On the Magical Beast Continent, deep within the Dark Forest, a little old man in a black robe squinted his eyes as he confronted the enemy before him.

"Beirut! Don't go too far!"

A red-haired middle-aged man looked at Beirut with an ugly expression, his tone filled with fury.

"Why are you so agitated? I only want two godheads. Don't you have plenty in your hands?"

Beirut stroked his beard with a smile, though the words he spoke were enough to infuriate anyone.

"You! You! You!"

The red-haired middle-aged man's face turned beet red with rage. This Beirut was truly shameless; how could he even say such a brazen thing?

He did indeed possess godheads, but they were the result of years of accumulation, totaling only four. For Beirut to demand half of them in a single sentence—what did he take him for?

"Look, why be so angry? Aren't we just discussing this?"

Beirut remained all smiles, looking incredibly amiable.

Yet, to the other man, this expression looked like that of a demon.

"In your dreams! If you want my godheads, then kill me. My godheads will be yours then."

The red-haired middle-aged man drew his longsword and shouted coldly at Beirut.

"Sigh, that is truly a pity."

Beirut spoke with feigned regret, though his heart was blooming with joy. He flicked his wrist, and a long staff appeared in his hand, transforming into a shadow as he surged forward.

"You have the nerve to bring out such a tiny weapon? Aren't you embarrassed?"

The red-haired middle-aged man sneered, his longsword glowing with a crimson light.

After a loud bang, the red-haired middle-aged man stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, momentarily stunned.

"I warned you, but you just wouldn't listen," Beirut said with a look of regret.

It was no joke; although this staff was short, it had been forged from ten godheads. How could an ordinary divine artifact possibly contend with it?

A godhead weapon was a unique armament of the God-Eater Rat. Only a God-Eater Rat could forge one by consuming godheads, absorbing their essence, and finally condensing them into a weapon.

One had to realize that godheads were indestructible in the magical universe; their hardness was unimaginable. Even Sovereign gods would struggle to find materials to craft such exquisite weapons.

"You bastard, just you remember this!"

The red-haired middle-aged man was nearly driven mad with rage. After taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and flew off toward the horizon.

"Fleeing? Do you think you can escape?"

Beirut didn't give chase; he simply activated his innate divine ability, and the phantom of a massive God-Eater Rat appeared.

In the next second, a burst of energy targeting the soul was instantly unleashed. Shortly after, the red-haired middle-aged man's corpse plummeted, and his godhead was sucked out. Beirut opened his mouth and swallowed the godhead whole.

"I've killed a bit too many lately. I should go hide on another continent for a while."

Beirut patted his chest and sighed with some emotion.

The Magical Beast Continent was the only landmass in the Yulan Plane where only magical beasts lived, with no humans present.

Of course, this didn't mean there were no magical beasts on other continents; it was just that the most powerful ones were all here. The magical beasts on other continents were more akin to livestock—low-level, weak, and many possessed gentle temperaments.

Magical beasts were a form of life, and the Federation certainly wouldn't engage in human supremacy.

However, the intelligence of low-level magical beasts was relatively low, making them difficult to manage.

Moreover, divine beasts were far too rare. Over these years, although the Academy of Sciences had plenty of talent, divine beasts only accounted for about one percent of the population.

This phenomenon was caused, on one hand, by the fact that low-level magical beasts lacked sufficient intelligence and could not speak, making communication difficult. They certainly couldn't attend school from a young age like human children.

On the other hand, the temperament of divine beasts didn't lean toward research. Even after they became gods and took on human form, they retained the habits of magical beasts in their bones.

For this reason, after much deliberation, the Federation divided the magical beasts into two groups.

On the human continents, there were mostly low-level, gentle, and weak magical beasts, which were easy to manage and suitable for training.

The rest—especially the violent and exceptionally powerful ones—were all relegated to the Magical Beast Continent, with the Federation retaining only a few divine beasts as the supreme administrators.

Consequently, the low-level magical beasts on the Magical Beast Continent still maintained a primitive lifestyle, constantly fighting among themselves.

Even after reaching the god level, there were still many conflicts between them, and the Federation did not strictly forbid this.

After all, most divine beasts did not participate in scientific research but instead followed the Expeditionary Army to other planes. Thus, fighting each other could promote cultivation and accumulate experience.

Beirut had been a god for several hundred years but had yet to join an expedition, currently just accumulating godheads on the continent.

Although he himself wasn't sure what changes consuming godheads would bring to his body, it certainly wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Your innate divine ability is quite impressive!"

"Who's there?" Beirut felt his Saint Realm true body's hair stand on end, and he looked vigilantly toward the source of the voice.

Four figures slowly emerged from the void, their gazes sweeping over Beirut with scrutiny.

Beirut felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Experts—experts far beyond his own level—and four of them had appeared at once.