Summary: Humanity Would Have No Room to Turn Things Around!
### Meanwhile, across the Primal Universe.
The Monster Race Territory, the Hall of Ten Thousand Monsters.
Towering palaces built from countless giant-beast bones loomed beneath a haze of demonic energy. Inside, two beings radiating terrifying power sat facing each other.
On the right sat a silver serpent, its body winding endlessly, as vast as a river of stars.
On the left sat a dragon-headed tortoise. Its limbs were like pillars holding up the heavens, and its shell bore ancient patterns resembling constellations.
These were the Monster Race's two ancestors: Dream Monster Ancestor and Quake Monster Ancestor.
Both were Seventh-Order Universe Masters. With the supreme treasures in their possession, they could even match an Eighth-Order True God.
If not for the Original Ancestor's suppression, these two alone would have been enough to make the Monster Race the greatest power in the Primal Universe.
"Did you sense it?" Quake Monster Ancestor asked first.
"Mm! Quite clearly!" Dream Monster Ancestor's body stirred, and her voice carried a hint of twisted delight.
"The Primal Universe's origin is trembling... Such suppression—throughout the entire Universe Sea, I doubt anyone but the human Original Ancestor could receive this sort of treatment!"
"Have you confirmed it?"
"I've already sent Chang Jiu to verify. But judging by the Human Race's current reaction, it should be more or less as we suspect!"
Quake Monster Ancestor's enormous, hideous mouth split open in a savage grin.
"Three hundred years. Heh... It took the humans a mere three hundred years to accomplish such a 'great feat.' That's really..."
"Hahaha! Noah is dead, and the Original Ancestor has been suppressed. I'd like to see how the humans manage to protect themselves now. Perhaps..."
Though Quake Monster Ancestor was the leader of his race, its bloodthirsty nature hadn't faded as its strength grew.
Of course, the main reason was that the Original Ancestor was simply too powerful!
Even in the Primal Universe, the strongest beings could only wield Sixth-Order strength.
Yet the Original Ancestor could still suppress every True God in the entire Primal Universe through sheer overwhelming might.
This left the other pinnacle forces trembling beneath the Original Ancestor's iron fist.
But now... the shadow hanging over their heads had finally lifted. Naturally, they were going to make the most of the chance to throw their weight around.
As for why they believed Noah was dead...
That had everything to do with the plan Noah and the Original Ancestor had devised!
In fact, as early as two million eras ago, shortly after the Original Ancestor had advanced to True God Level, Noah had been "killed" in a battle for the Universe Sea. In the eyes of every pinnacle powerhouse, Noah was dead.
What they didn't know was that it had all been a charade staged by Noah and the Original Ancestor to deceive the universe's races.
The goal was to stay hidden behind the scenes.
The matter was so secret, however, that even within the Human Race, only a handful of its top leaders knew the truth.
"Don't get too excited yet!" Dream Monster Ancestor warned. "The humans still have five Fifth-Order Universe Masters who possess supreme treasures.
"In the Primal Universe, their combat strength is hardly inferior to ours.
"And then there are the other Universe Masters. It won't be easy for our Monster Race to deal with them alone!"
That was right. Because of Noah, the Human Race of today was very different from the one in the original story.
For example, the original Human Race had only around a dozen Universe Masters.
But with Noah's intervention, their numbers had now grown to more than forty.
Among them were King of Ultra Peak and King of Absolutian Woz, and six were Fifth-Order Universe Masters.
Of course, outsiders considered the Absolutian a separate race.
Even so, leaving Noah and the Original Ancestor aside, the Human Race's overall high-end strength matched that of the Monster Race in the original timeline—and all of them possessed supreme treasures.
In the Primal Universe, they were also beings comparable to the strongest of the universe!
"I know all that." Quake Monster Ancestor's laughter subsided a little. "I may be reckless, but I'm not stupid. With the Original Ancestor suppressed, the Human Race is bound to fall into chaos.
"Their Universe Masters may not stand united, either.
"Even if they set their differences aside for the sake of their race, all they have to do is avoid exploring the Universe Sea. Wouldn't that be enough?"
"What do you plan to do?"
"First, contact the Bug Race and the Machine Race," Quake Monster Ancestor said slowly. "The three of us will join forces and divide up the Human Territory.
"The Zerg Empress and Mechanical Father God aren't fools. They won't pass up such a rare opportunity!"
Dream Monster Ancestor's serpentine body wound through the void as she let out a low laugh.
"I'll get in touch with the Bug Race.
"As for the Machine Race... That cold hunk of metal is probably already calculating the most advantageous course of action."
"Then we wait for word!"
Quake Monster Ancestor slowly rose to its full height within the hall. The constellations etched across its shell began to glow and shift.
"Until we confirm that the Original Ancestor has been completely suppressed, none of us can act rashly.
"But... we can start preparing."
"Preparing for what?"
"War! A war between races!"
Quake Monster Ancestor turned its dragon head toward the Human Territory, its eyes flashing with bloodlust.
"For three million eras, the humans have climbed step by step from a weak race, no more than a bunch of ants, to a position above us.
"Now it's time to put them back where they belong."
Deep within the endless sea of insects, at the Zerg Hive.
Inside a palace made entirely of biological matter, a young woman dressed in white gauze floated quietly in midair.
She looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. Her features were almost flawless, but her eyes—the compound eyes—held the cold wisdom of billions of years.
Don't assume the Bug Race resembled the bloated, filthy creatures people might imagine.
In the Primal Universe, they were hailed as "the most beautiful race." Every Bug Race Mother Emperor was a peerless beauty.
They bred Zerg Warriors using the Zerg Hive within their bodies.
Because of their innate gifts, every member of the race was a soul master. Even those at World Lord Level possessed considerable strength.
And once they became undying, they were almost all King Rank powerhouses.
But as a result, theirs was by far the least populous of the six pinnacle races.
Without their many Soul Slaves, their lower ranks would be terribly understaffed.
"The Original Ancestor... has been suppressed?"
The Zerg Empress had expected this outcome.
With such a commotion in the Primal Universe's origin, how could it escape her notice as a soul master?
What she hadn't expected was that the Original Ancestor would truly dare to attack the Primal Universe.
The Machine Race, at the Eternal Machine Core.
There were no palaces or buildings here, only an endless metallic continent.
Silver data streams flowed across its surface. Each "droplet" was a complex program, and each "ripple" represented a vast calculation.
Deep within this continent, a silver metal sphere a million kilometers in diameter floated motionlessly.
Billions upon billions of symbols continually appeared across its surface. They flickered, rearranged, and evolved, as if calculating every possibility in the universe.
Mechanical Father God, an Eighth-Order True God and the Primal Universe's master of calculation.
At that moment, a deduction involving trillions of variables was underway inside the metal sphere.
[Variable input: Probability that the Original Ancestor has been suppressed: 99.97%]
[Variable input: Probability that the humans have no other True Gods: 87.35%]
[Variable input: Probability of an alliance between the Monster Race, Bug Race, and Machine Race: 76.18%]
[Variable input: Probability of a surrender faction rising within the Human Race: 44.29%]
[Generating deduction results...]
Silver data streams surged wildly through the metal sphere. Countless possible futures emerged and vanished in the calculations. A moment later, a cold mechanical voice rang out:
[Deduction result: Probability of human civilization being destroyed within 300 universe eras: 68.73%]
[Probability of human civilization surviving after ceding 70% of its territory: 21.15%]
[Probability of human civilization defeating the three-way alliance: 0.002%]
[Summary: Humanity would have no room to turn things around!]
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