Dominion's End

Dominion's End V4C1: The King, Jiang Shutian, is Born, Part One

Dominion's End Volume 4: Battle for Lan City

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我 (Yu Wo)

Chapter 1: The King, Jiang Shutian, is Born, Part One—translated by Kiki (proofread by Arcedemius; C/E edited by lucathia)

"Disintegration is a lot simpler than reconstruction. I can make a tree trunk disappear with a wave of my hand, but reconstructing it on the other hand takes a long time and is a lot more difficult. Reconstructing this tree trunk is pretty much my daily limit, and I can only do it because the tree's composition is fairly simple. The more complicated something is, the harder it is to reconstruct."

At that point, Dàgē sighed with some dissatisfaction, "I still need to train more."

You might as well train to destroy the world with a wave of your hand, then!

As expected of someone who would have originally become the Ice Emperor. Your natural talent is enough to make us little mortals want to just bash our heads against a brick of ice and kill ourselves! I hovered between life and death, almost dying several times just to get to tier two. Faced with Dàgē's power, I really want to kneel down and shout, "Long live the Emperor. Long live His Majesty!"

"But it's not that there are no limits to disintegration. I tested it on an aberrant and found that dead things are easier to disintegrate than living things. The disparity is still pretty big, and I'm not sure of why."

I thought a bit and said, "It's most likely because the energy inside the aberrant is blocking your disintegration. I once heard a theory about how all special abilities are just a way of using energy, just that every individual uses it differently to create different powers. That's why it doesn't matter what kind of ability it is—a tier one being will never be able to beat a tier five being."

The difference of one tier is already very difficult to contend against, but there was still a chance among the lower tiers. After all, the beginning two tiers were able to be killed by guns, and it was nothing more than a matter of firepower. By tier three, bullets were no longer all that dangerous—artillery shells were much more useful... Unless the opponent had conveniently exhausted their power completely, then they could possibly be killed using a Barrett.

Tier ones crawled everywhere, tier twos weren't much better than dogs, tier threes were considered human, and tier fours were fledging elites. Most were the leaders of small groups or the elite subordinates of a large organization's boss.

A tier five would already be as powerful as a large stronghold's boss, a tier six would be equivalent to a region's overlord, and reaching tier seven was enough to enter the world's strongest. Reportedly, it was said that the Ice Emperor had already taken a step into the eighth tier.

But I thought that the truth wasn't so. Since Xia Zhengu was always concealing his strength whenever there were others watching him, the elites probably had also hid their actual strength, lowering their true power by a tier for the public. It was a very probable situation.

Perhaps there were even more elites that had entered the higher tiers but were hidden and hadn't revealed themselves. It wouldn't be odd even if tier nines or tier tens had existed.

Thinking of the present, I had already reached tier two just six months into the apocalypse. Even with my past life's memories and the Ice Emperor's help when I most needed it, I only had a bit more resources than other people. In the whole world, there were plenty of people like Thunder God Jin Zhan who had money, power, and subordinates. Could there really be no one stronger than me? That was something I didn't dare claim.