Ancient Prison Game, Ten Thousand Year Original Sin

Forbidden secrets surged into Lin Chen's mind, flowing along the torrent of his ancient bloodline. Cold, bone-chilling memories from the primordial past exploded like thunder, instantly sweeping through his entire consciousness.

Ancient rebellions, sieges by the heavens, the fall of dimensions, eternal seals... Fragmented scenes, sealed away for hundreds of millions of years, emerged from the depths of his awareness. Slaughter filled the skies, blood stained the galaxy, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, and realms shattered. The once-glorious, peak-level Great World had been reduced to a lowly, pathetic, low-dimensional cage, step by step, under the joint assault of the Seven Supremes.

It turned out it was never about the greed or plunder of extraterrestrial races, nor was it a random invasion by the Chaos Power.

This universe itself bore the original sin recognized by all the heavens.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, this world was immensely powerful, ranking among the upper-middle tier of the heavens. Its Heavenly Dao was complete, its origin vast, and its authority over the realms was unrivaled. Yet, the ancestors of this universe had boundless ambition; they attempted to devour the origins of all worlds, unify cross-dimensional order, and shatter the balance between high and low realms, ultimately sparking an ancient war that swept across the entire multiverse.

The war was unimaginably brutal. Countless lives were lost across the heavens, and innumerable powerful realms were extinguished and withered away.

In the end, the Seven Supremes joined forces, pouring all their power into suppressing this rebellious universe. They shattered the foundation of its Heavenly Dao, stripped away its dimensional authority, and sealed its core origin, forcibly casting the once-thriving Great World down into the lowest dimension, imprisoning it forever with no hope of recovery.

The Chaos Legion was, in fact, a jailer race appointed by the Seven Supremes after the ancient war to guard the cage.

The millennia of planning, the breaking of the barrier, the Chaos invasion, the opening of the four forces... None of it was a spur-of-the-moment conspiracy, but rather the predetermined conclusion of a cycle that had repeated for hundreds of millions of years.

The Chaos King was ordered to purge the world, while the Seven Supremes watched from afar. The three-day reprieve they granted was not out of mercy for the living, nor was it a tactical delay.

They were waiting.

They were waiting for the ancient bloodline within Lin Chen to fully awaken, for the sealed ancient origin of this universe to be forced open, and for the backlash of the realm—sealed for hundreds of millions of years—to fully manifest.

The hidden dangers left behind by the ancient war had never been eradicated; the rebellious universe still possessed the potential for a counterattack.

The Seven Supremes were unwilling to risk their own hands, so they used the Chaos invasion and the desperate resistance of the four individuals to force this universe to actively awaken its dormant heritage, intending to wipe out all future threats in one fell swoop and eliminate the root of the trouble for all the heavens.

The four of them, the people of Earth, and the entire vast galaxy were, from beginning to end, merely sacrificial offerings in an ancient game of chess, used to finalize the accounts.

"Haa—"

Lin Chen gasped sharply. The ancient golden light of his bloodline trembled violently, and his previously taut body stiffened uncontrollably.

All his previous deductions, all his hopes, and all his thoughts of turning the tables in this desperate situation collapsed completely at this moment.

They had thought they were fighting against the apocalypse, thought they were protecting their home, and thought that a brief respite would allow them to find a way to survive.

Little did they know, the resistance itself was part of the chessboard.

The more intense the struggle, the faster the origin awakened, and the more thorough the eventual destruction would be.

The three people beside him instantly noticed the drastic change in Lin Chen's expression—his chaotic aura and pale complexion made him look like a completely different person from the resolute and steady man he had been moments before.

Kallen stepped forward, his purple battle aura retracted to the limit, and asked in a low voice, "What exactly did you see? Just how terrifying is this ancient secret?"

The Pure-blooded Saiyan Race had inherited memories through the ages, witnessing the rise and fall of the universe, yet they had never touched upon such a taboo truth that spanned eras. Why the universe was sealed, why it was born weak, and why it constantly encountered extraterrestrial disasters—today, they finally had the answer.

The Golden Super Saiyan's expression was grave to the extreme; his understanding of the universe, accumulated over long ages, was shattered. He had seen planets destroyed, star systems collapse, and races go extinct, but he had never imagined that the entire universe itself was a criminal of the heavens, a rebellious land exiled and imprisoned by the entire multiverse.

No wonder extraterrestrial forces kept peeking in, no wonder high-dimensional beings could easily interfere with the rules here, and no wonder no matter how they struggled, they could not escape their predetermined fate.

Born with original sin, prisoners for eternity.

Frieza's white imperial energy rippled slightly. For the first time, his usually arrogant and indifferent face was filled with an unbelievable gloom.

He had ruled the galaxy for hundreds of years, controlling thousands of star systems, believing himself to be above all living things, the supreme master of the universe. But only now did he realize that the empire he was so proud of, the territory he had dominated his whole life, was merely a corner of a prison for the heavens.

He, the Galactic Emperor, was, in the end, just a slightly stronger ant in a cage.

"We... are the descendants of sinners?"

Kallen's voice was dry, filled with an indescribable sense of bewilderment and powerlessness.

The universe he had spent his life protecting, the world his generations had defended, was actually the source of the rebellion that had betrayed the heavens and sparked the war of annihilation. Their desperate resistance against the extraterrestrial invasion was not a defense of justice, but merely prisoners fighting against their jailers.

Once the resistance went too far, the Seven Supremes would descend in person. At that point, let alone Earth, the entire universe would be completely erased, leaving not even a remnant soul behind.

Above the firmament, the chaotic black shadows lurking at the edge of the rift surged slowly.

The Chaos King stood in silence, his massive black form motionless, his hollow eyes looking down upon the earth with indifference. He knew the whole truth, yet he never spoke, quietly executing the instructions that had remained unchanged for millions of years.

Purge the cage, awaken the old wounds, and wait for the Supremes to settle the score.

The three-day limit was not a chance for survival; it was a countdown.

Once the deadline arrived and the ancient backlash had fully erupted, the Seven Supremes would cross the boundary to descend, completely ending the rebellious karma that had persisted for hundreds of millions of years.

The entire world was terrifyingly quiet.

Gale winds swept across the scarred earth, and the wreckage of shattered cities continued to fall. The land, eroded by the Chaos Power, continued to slowly wither away. There was no slaughter, no roaring, only a despair that reached deep into the marrow, enveloping everything.

Deep in the dense forest, Bulma felt a chill run through her entire body, her mind a blank slate.

Science could explain dimensions, analyze energy, and deduce the movement of celestial bodies, but it could never explain the grievances of the heavens that spanned hundreds of millions of years, nor could it accept that the world she lived in was, at its root, the common enemy of all the heavens.

Human reproduction, the development of civilization, the vitality of the planet—everything was built upon a prison that could be crushed by the heavens at any moment.

Little Goku clenched his fists tightly, looking up at the pitch-black sky, his small body trembling slightly. He didn't understand original sin, chess games, or ancient wars; he only knew that everyone was terrified, that this sky could collapse completely at any moment, and that everyone would disappear.

"If that's the case, do we still have a chance of winning?"

The Golden Super Saiyan spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse.

The universe bore original sin, the heavens were hostile, the Chaos Legion was ordered to suppress them, and the Seven Supremes were watching like tigers eyeing their prey. With enemies inside and out, and no path above or below, this was no longer a simple gap in strength; it was a dead end with no solution.

Normal resistance would only accelerate the awakening of the origin and invite ultimate destruction.

If they didn't resist and just sat waiting for death, the Chaos Legion would devour the world step by step, and before long, all living things would perish anyway.

Both retreat and advance lead to a dead end.

Lin Chen slowly steadied his surging mind, forcing himself to remain calm. The Ancestral Remnant Soul had desperately sealed away this memory precisely because he did not want the beings of later generations to know the truth, fall into despair, and give up on themselves.

Yet now that the truth was laid bare, evasion no longer held any meaning.

"It is not an entirely hopeless situation."

Lin Chen raised his head, the panic in his eyes fading, replaced once more by a resilient glow: "During the Ancient War, although this universe was defeated and imprisoned, it was not completely annihilated. Our ancestors fought to the death, severely wounding several of the Seven Supremes and tearing through the encirclement of the heavens, which is the only reason this universe has managed to linger on until today."

"This means the Seven Supremes are not invincible, and this universe is not without the power to resist."

The seal of billions of years had not only imprisoned the dimensions of the universe but had also shackled the power of the ancient Supremes. The cost of descending across dimensions was immense, and with the rules of the heavens keeping each other in check, they could not easily step into this world in their true forms. They could only act through the projection of their wills, the probing of their auras, and indirect intervention.

The Chaos Legion had limited strength and dared not easily wipe everyone out.

The Seven Supremes were wary of the backlash from the ancient remnants and were unwilling to enter the fray personally.

This was the only remaining gap they had.

Kallen's eyes brightened: "You mean the ancestors left behind a contingency? Ancient bloodlines, sealing secret arts, and the untapped potential of the universe that has yet to manifest—can these reverse the Original Sin and break the cage?"

"Exactly."

Lin Chen nodded, sorting through the fragmented inheritance in his mind: "The ancestors sealed the origin of the universe not just to avoid the pursuit of the heavens, but to lie dormant and gather strength. By waiting for the era to shift and the rules to loosen, the shackles of the cage would weaken, providing an opportunity to break free from the seal, wash away the eternal Original Sin, and return to the sequence of the heavens."

"The Chaos invasion, while seemingly an apocalyptic catastrophe, is actually a sign that the shackles of the cage are loosening. The shattering of the barrier and the cracking of the walls are both a crisis and a once-in-a-millennium opportunity."

If they followed the path arranged by the heavens and allowed the origin to awaken on its own, they would inevitably face liquidation and annihilation.

But if they seized the chance to break free from the dimensional shackles and actively shattered the ancient prison, refusing to remain rebellious prisoners or be manipulated by others, they could carve out a path of survival for their own universe.

Frieza sneered, his tone cold and realistic: "Easier said than done. The Seven Supremes sit enthroned beyond the realm, and the Chaos King guards the rift, creating a double blockade from within and without. The four of us are severely wounded, the universe's origin is incomplete, and Earth is in ruins. What do we have to break a seal that has lasted for billions of years?"

The reality was suffocatingly cruel.

They couldn't even withstand a single phantom projection of the Chaos King, let alone the seven Supremes who far exceeded the level of Chaos.

"Three days."

Lin Chen looked toward the Chaos rift, which hung in the sky like a countdown, and said every word with deliberate weight: "In these three days, we cannot heal to restore our combat power, we cannot assemble an army of resistance, and we certainly cannot stimulate the universe's origin. Any action that accelerates the awakening of the origin will prematurely trigger the descent of the Supremes."

"What we must do is find the flaws in the ancient cage, repair the damaged barriers of heaven and earth, temporarily stabilize the erosion of Chaos, and simultaneously search for the method of unsealing left by our ancestors—all while bypassing the surveillance of the heavens to silently break the dimensional imprisonment."

Avoid the liquidation, avoid drawing their killing intent, and break the deadlock against the tide.

This was the only viable path.

The four of them quickly reached a consensus, temporarily setting aside all grievances and positions; the survival of Earth and the rise and fall of the universe were now tightly bound together. Former enemies stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the eternal dead end that spanned the heavens.

Kallen immediately dispersed his battle qi to probe the surrounding spatial fluctuations and map the trajectory of the Chaos erosion, preventing the black mist from continuing to devour the vitality of the land.

The Golden Super Saiyan utilized his vast, ancient experience to deduce the structure of the dimensional barriers, analyze the weak nodes of the ancient seal, and search for blind spots in the monitoring of the heavenly will.

Frieza suppressed his imperial malice and mobilized the remaining power of his own star sector to blockade the space outside Earth, preventing the Chaos forces from spreading outward and delaying the deterioration of the situation.

Lin Chen sat at the core of the earth's formation, closing his eyes to focus, immersing himself entirely in the ancient bloodline inheritance to continuously decipher the ancient runes left by his ancestors and unlock the mysteries of the billion-year-old prison.

Time passed rapidly.

In the deathly silent world, everyone was racing against the clock.

Outside the rift, the auras of the Seven Supremes remained dormant, coldly watching the beings in the cage. They were neither hurried nor impatient, quietly waiting for the chess game to play out according to its predetermined trajectory.

The Chaos Legion remained motionless, neither attacking nor retreating, firmly sealing all exits like cold jailers guarding the entire universal prison.

Just as Lin Chen was about to pinpoint the key node of the ancient seal and was on the verge of touching the core secret to breaking free from the cage—

Deep within his bloodline, a more hidden and terrifying ancient scene suddenly emerged.

During the final stages of the Ancient World War, the ancestors of the universe were on the verge of defeat. To prevent the total extinction of the universe, they did not hesitate to perform a forbidden sacrificial ritual.

They used the souls of generations of future beings and the boundless fortune of the universe's future as sacrifices in exchange for a chance at the universe's survival.

And the object of the contract bound by this sacrifice—

Was none other than the Chaos clan that now guarded the rift!

As long as the universe existed, the sacrifice would not end.

As long as the living did not die, the shackles would remain.

If they wanted to break the cage and escape the Original Sin of the heavens, they had to tear up the ancient sacrificial contract.

Once the contract was broken, the Chaos clan would lose their eternal shackles, no longer be controlled by the Supremes, and would become completely unrestrained, crazily devouring all things in the heavens.

And the true, ultimate mission of the Chaos King had never been to clear out the cage.

It was to completely devour this universe the moment the cage shattered, offering it as a sacrifice to the Seven Supremes in exchange for his own promotion to the high-dimensional sequence!

At the same time, outside the barriers of the firmament, the seven supreme auras that had remained silent all this time fluctuated simultaneously.

A cold, ruthless, and collective will that spanned the multiverse spread across the entire world.

The three-day limit has not yet arrived, The ancient contract is about to tear, The cage is about to loosen.

The ultimate moment they have waited for for billions of years, Has arrived ahead of schedule.