Chapter 632: Taking Last Care of Lower Domain
After taking care of some of his personal affairs—cleaning up the remnants of the Monarch, erasing the Sun Faction’s filth from the Lost Continent, and eliminating every last trace of demon blood—Max turned his full attention toward building a foundation for the future.
He became visibly more composed, his expressions lighter, his movements no longer weighed down by vengeance. With the chaos behind him, he directed his efforts into creation rather than destruction.
The first step was forming the Central Association, a unifying faction that brought together all major powers of the Lower Domain under one banner. It wasn’t difficult for him—his strength had long since silenced any voice that dared challenge him.
The leaders of various factions, both from the Valora and Lost Continents, gathered without resistance when summoned. He spoke once, clearly, and all agreed. Everyone wanted peace. Everyone feared the next calamity. And no one dared defy Max.
The Central Association was born in a matter of days, its authority resting firmly in Max’s hands but operated by capable allies like King Magnar and Elarion.
With that established, Max pushed for something even more important—a central academy, built not as a symbol of power but as a crucible for the next generation. A place where geniuses from every corner of the Lower Domain would train together, sharpen one another, and rise beyond what the older generation ever imagined.
The land for the academy was secured easily; respected architects and formation experts from both continents volunteered their services. Within a week, the construction had already begun, funded and protected by the might of the Central Association.
Max personally oversaw the blueprint—a massive, sprawling structure surrounded by nature, embedded with countless training zones, fields, and sparring arenas. He wanted a place where potential could blossom, where no child had to grow up fearing the shadow of powerful monsters or corrupted nobles.
And so, quietly, diligently, he laid the foundation—not just for an academy, but for a future where the Lower Domain would no longer be considered weak, no longer be prey for demons or monarchs or anyone. In this time of rebuilding, Max no longer fought with swords or flames. He led with vision, and strangely, it came as easily to him as killing once did.
After taking care of everything—wiping out the Monarch, eliminating the demons, forming the Central Association, and establishing the grand academy—Max finally felt a rare calm settle within him.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was no urgent threat clawing at the gates, no burning fury pushing him toward destruction. He stood at the highest point of the newly constructed academy with a calm expression on his pace. His eyes softened. This... this was the kind of world he wanted to leave behind. A world not of constant bloodshed, but one of growth, unity, and purpose.
Though he did wonder if such a world would only lead to more chaos in the future.