Chapter 468
But unlike them, he was patient. He would not act hastily.
He would wait, Because time was on his side and no family, no unity, no empire lasts forever.
The Jaguar had long abandoned the idea of taking over this world. He had observed, he had learned, and he had adapted.
Watching the ascension of Björn, the first demon to rise to godhood in this era, had given him an idea—one far more practical than waging a war he could not win.
He would create his own realm.
A pocket dimension where he alone ruled, where his power would be absolute, untouchable by the influence of the Origin Gods and their divine hierarchy.
He could have stepped out at any time, declared his divinity, and his name would have been etched into the heavens.
His throne would be raised to the stars, his existence recognized.
But that would cost him his greatest advantage—the power of being forgotten, hidden, and underestimated.
And so, he remained in the shadows.
He had succeeded. Even if he was not yet a complete god, he was still a god in his own right.