10 The Birth of the Sun God

The violent shaking of Caesar's body didn't go unnoticed by the lone scavengers.

"What happened to this kid?" one of them questioned.

"Kid, lower your head and get down!" shouted the lone scavenger, but Caesar paid no heed.

Seeing Caesar's disregard, the cautious scavengers wasted no time and attacked him directly.

"Anyway, Protoss always withstand beatings; they're not easy to kill. Let's discuss it in the last round," remarked one of them.

The energy beam streaked towards Caesar, kicking up a cloud of dust.

In the haze, Caesar's form gradually disappeared.

"Damn it, just lie down already," one of the scavengers cursed.

"Ha, looks like he took a hit in this round of shelling. Let's hope he's not too banged up. If he's disabled, he won't fetch a good price."

"Relax, Protoss are pretty resilient!" another scavenger reassured.

They chuckled lightly as they had watched the battle that has unfolded between Caesar and the Valkyrie before.

Despite their formidable combat skills, neither Caesar nor the Valkyrie surpassed their expectations.

None of the scavengers who roamed the junkyard alone and owned their own spaceships were weak.

As the dust settled, Caesar's figure remained standing tall.

"How is it possible that you're still standing?" one of the scavengers exclaimed.

"Impossible! Even for a Protoss, one round of shelling should be enough to bring them down!"

"Darn it, keep attacking! Give them another round!" commanded Caesar, his voice laced with urgency.

The lone scavengers, taken aback by the unexpected order, prepared to launch another assault on Caesar.

Suddenly, Caesar jerked his head up, his eyes gleaming with a brilliant golden light.

With a wide grin, he addressed the lone scavengers, "Behold, the dawn of the Sun!"

The revelation of Caesar's Tier 3 divine power astonished one of the more knowledgeable lone scavengers, evident from the startled expression upon seeing Caesar's eyes ablaze with golden radiance.

Tier 3 power was prestigious, capable of commanding respect across the cosmos. It could elevate one to the status of a champion, even in the realm of Saka.

"Escape!" yelled the lone scavenger, swiftly initiating the spacecraft's engines, ready to flee at once. He wasn't inclined to risk his life for the sake of others among the scavengers.

Understanding the importance of scattering to prolong their survival, the remaining scavengers wasted no time and initiated their spacecraft for a rapid dispersal.

However, their efforts proved futile as Caesar's attack was relentless.

Caesar's assault wasn't a single strike; it was a barrage of fiery solar beams descending from the sky, reducing all four spacecraft to ash within moments, the intense heat leaving nothing behind.

"Decent temperature, but it lacks the true might of the sun!" Caesar remarked, observing the vaporized vessels with a sense of satisfaction.

He knew that to unleash the full force of the sun's power, he needed to ascend to the fourth rank of divine power. After all, the sun's core temperature soared to 15 million degrees, capable of obliterating entire planets in a single solar eruption.

"A lamentable waste. Think of the wine I could've bought with those!" lamented the valkyrie, awakening from her stupor, witnessing the destruction of the ships and their crew.

"In the future, abstain from drinking on my behalf!" Caesar chided the valkyrie, using the power of the sun to mend her wounds.

"After all, Valkyrie is now his slave."

"As ordered, Your Majesty," Valkyrie saluted and replied respectfully.

"Let's brighten things up a bit, it's too dim in here!"

"Understood, Your Majesty."

...

The last Valkyrie goes by the name of Valina. She piloted the spaceship into the living area of Saka.

The first sight that greeted them was a vibrant and bustling scene.

Scores of residents sang and danced in the streets, adorning the Desert Lord, the sheep-headed demon.

They were rejoicing, commemorating another day in the desert where the Desert Lord vanquished yet another challenger who dared to oppose them, securing their fortune.

In Saka's living area, aside from those employed by the Grandmaster, most residents were either fighters or gamblers.

The outcome of the arena battles dictated the flow of the massive gambling table.

Each day, countless individuals either amassed wealth or plummeted into bankruptcy due to gambling.

Subsequently, they either faced expulsion from their living quarters to become scavengers of food and waste, or they were auctioned off as slaves to become arena fighters, subjected to the whims of life and death.

Behind Saka's facade of apparent prosperity, countless shadows lurked.

But Caesar harbored no intentions of dismantling it. This was Saka, a realm of oblivion and exile.

The universe teemed with myriad shadows; civilization had always been ruthless, something Caesar couldn't rectify.

From the outset, Asgard too had ascended to the zenith of the Nine Realms on the backs of countless civilizations' blood and tears.

"I wish to enlist and partake in the bloodshed," Caesar declared to the arena overseer as he arrived at the arena.