Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2687

Chapter 2687: Verdict

The duel on Mount Olympus finally drew to its close. The air was still charged with tension when a Magus official stepped onto the central podium and delivered the final result.

“By the authority of the Alliance—Earth faction is declared the victor of the Duel”

The words landed with the weight of a hammer.

Gasps, screams, and wails rose in a storm of disbelief. For Kronos’ people, it was unthinkable. To lose on their very home ground—within the sacred bounds of Mount Olympus itself—was a wound to pride, faith, and identity. Millions of devoted followers, who had sung hymns of eternal victory only hours before, now slumped into despair.

The final tally could not be argued: Ten to Eight.

The gods of Kronos—supposedly invincible—had fallen to mortals from a lower realm, a backwater world barely acknowledged in the greater cosmos. The humiliation cut deep.

Zeus, unwilling to concede, raised his voice against the verdict. But his words only invited a biting reminder. It had been Kronos’ faction who had broken sacred laws: Hera’s disgraceful slaughter of Ashaka after surrender, and Kronos himself being considered the cause of the disappearance, wielding a forbidden temporal artifact. The disgrace rested squarely on their shoulders.

The Magus officials moved swiftly to prevent further unrest. Representatives from both sides were summoned.

Representing the Nephilim was Grand Overseer Olberyn, and beside him, Jinkan, a royalty of the faction.

Their verdict was formal, but to Earth, it was nothing short of triumph.

“The disputes of Earth are settled today. By right of victory, the caretaker’s mantle is granted to the Earth faction.”

The declaration unleashed another surge of cheers from Earth’s corner. Tears and laughter mixed freely—relief after endless struggle. Even with Ashaka fallen, Chumo gravely wounded, and Morgana missing, they had prevailed. Their sacrifices had not been in vain.

On the opposing side, Zeus at last fell silent, his jaw tight with suppressed fury. The rest of the Kronos elites stood with darkened expressions, their divine pride shattered. Only one figure broke from the gloom. Athena stepped forward.

“Congratulations,” she said to the Earth Magus. “We are neighbors, after all. I hope we can move forward from this shadow and, perhaps, in time, collaborate for a better future.”

Klea narrowed her eyes. She had little reason to trust her. Yet Julian welcomed the gesture immediately, smiling as he began to speak with Athena and even other Kronos elites.

Thrax, for his part, had little interest in politics. He valued strength above all. Ares’ ferocity and Heracles’ honor had earned his respect, and he spoke with them with something close to kinship.

When the event was finally concluded, Klea barely had a moment to breathe before she was approached by Jinkan and the Grand Overseer himself.

Despite the deep distrust Klea harbored toward the two. They held high-ranking positions within the Nephilim, and with Earth being a Nephilim subsidiary, Klea showed them the respect they were due, speaking with measured courtesy.

The Grand Overseer studied her closely, a hint of approval in his sharp eyes. “A talent such as yours is wasted in a lower-realm world,” he said. “You should visit the Nephilim capital. There would be many opportunities for someone like you.”

The words carried weight—an invitation to a far grander stage. But Klea politely refused, stating that with Emery still missing and Julian leading his own faction, she would assume leadership of the Earth faction and would be occupied with all the responsibilities.

The Overseer’s frown deepened, but he did not press. “A pity… but.. think about it, and find me if you change your mind,” came the reply.

Jinkan, however, smiled. “I think you will be a great leader.”

The two exchanged a silent nod. Two women who had once stood as rivals, now quietly acknowledging the possibility of partnership.

The Nephilim princess wasted no time moving to the details of cooperation, revealing the technical difficulties Earth faced in quickly assuming the role of caretaker—having only one Grand Magus, Fjolnir, and limited resources to support such responsibility.

Klea immediately realized the Nephilim royalty’s intention. Her lips curved into a wry smile. “This is where you reveal what you want in return.”

“Good,” Jinkan replied smoothly. “I knew it would be convenient to work with you.”

Jinkan’s request was small and reasonable on the surface, yet crucial to the Nephilim faction’s interests. At the same time, it was something that could bring tangible benefits to Earth’s faction as well.

Klea only needed a few seconds of thought before she gave her agreement.

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After the formalities, the Earth magus made their way to the medical wards to check on Chumo’s condition. His injuries had been severe, and although the healers assured them that his life was no longer in danger, the atmosphere remained heavy with concern. At the same time, preparations were being made for Ashaka’s body to preserve his remains and bring him back home.

Later that day, when the group returned to the assigned residence. The air was thick with grief. None of them could bring themselves to celebrate the victories they had earned in the arena; the losses weighed too heavily. Instead, they gathered in solemn silence until the conversation turned, almost inevitably, to the unresolved mysteries—Morgana’s disappearance and the equally strange arrival of Fjolnir.

Fjolnir has been particularly quiet since his return, and Klea finally breaks the silence: “Senior… please, tell us what happened?”

Many among them knew that Fjolnir had left Earth a decade ago, embarking on a journey to uncover his origins—the ancient legacy of Asgard.

Apparently, he had found it: the planet of his origin. Yet there he became trapped within the planet’s strange anomaly, bound and unable to return. Until a mysterious supreme figure had saved him.

“I was bound by oath, by a seal. I could neither return nor reveal myself to you,” he confessed.

All this time he had been waiting, and when the duel started, he came secretly, sitting silently among the crowd, the seal forbidding him from taking any action. He could only weep in despair as he witnessed the blood and sacrifices of his allies, fighting for Earth without him. The grief was unbearable when he saw Ashaka—his friend—fall in battle.

Then, unexpectedly, when Morgana and Kronos vanished, the blinding light shattered the seal that bound him, granting him freedom to act once more.

The group exchanged uneasy looks, realizing that there might indeed be a hidden connection between these two events.

At that very moment, however, their conversation was cut short. A sudden shift in the air signaled the arrival of a guest.

Athena herself had arrived, bringing grave news:

“A temporal anomaly has formed within the arena.”

Without delay, the Earth magus followed her back.

Night had fallen, and the vast coliseum stood eerily empty. The seats that only hours ago had roared with countless voices were now silent. In the center of the arena, however, a blinding light pulsed, tearing through the darkness like a living wound in time.

Shielding their eyes, they watched silhouettes emerge from the glow. Not Kronos or Morgana.

Three figures:

Shinta, Ha Ron, and Kingrig.

Their faces were marked by exhaustion and disbelief.

“Where are we?”

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