Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

As they watched Owen turn and walk away, the expressions of everyone present grew complicated.

Owen’s overwhelming strength had left a deep impression on them. In their eyes, his power now far surpassed their own.

He alone had the strength to challenge The Celestial—and was perhaps the only one who could stop Leslie.

According to their previous plan, they were to join forces with Owen to strike at The Celestial, to destroy the source of all chaos: that throne, the symbol of dominion, imbued with sovereign divine power.

However, the sudden appearance of Chimera and the Grand Sage had completely disrupted their plan.

They couldn’t even overcome these new obstacles—how could they possibly stand against The Celestial? All they could do now was help Owen by clearing the path ahead.

Silently, from behind, they would support Owen with everything they had. They all believed Owen would be able to bring order to the current situation!

"Owen, you can do this. It’s a shame we can’t stand with you against The Celestial this time…"

The God of Light, War Goddess, and other ancient beings looked regretfully at Owen’s departing figure.

Judging from his reaction, it seemed that he still shared their ideals—resisting The Celestial, resisting any entity from becoming the sole ruler of all things.

He, too, did not want Leslie to become the ultimate sovereign!

As long as Owen shared their goal, they were willing to support him with all their strength.

"If we continue to be held back by these spellbeasts… and if any new upheaval emerges from The Celestial, it might endanger Owen… or Leslie… We must hurry over and see for ourselves!"

"Everyone, tens of thousands of years of slumber, tens of thousands of years of rebellion and failure—have all been leading to this moment!"

"This time, it’s truly our chance to fight to the death!"

Lord of Stars scanned the crowd, his expression growing grim.

War Goddess echoed, "Whether it’s Owen or Leslie, both are once-in-an-era geniuses. If we fail again, we may never have another chance. This is our greatest opportunity!"

"All members of the Rebellion—no more hiding! Join the fight!"

The God of Light nodded solemnly. "This time, success is our only option. There is no room for failure!"

With that, he charged straight toward the savage spellbeasts like Chimera.

The God of Light turned into a stream of blinding light, surging forward. Behind him, all the divine beings followed like a raging flood, crashing forward with terrifying momentum!

At that moment, every god of the Rebellion Alliance seemed to ignite with emotion. Their radiance was so intense that it lit up the pitch-black void, making it shine with brilliance.

Under the stunned gazes of the beasts, the God of Light’s body transformed into a blazing sun-like brilliance.

The other deities, like stars, revolved around him, radiating dazzling and divine light.

Together, they formed an ancient stellar array, replacing the very heavens and earth.

The sky was sealed.

At the same time, mages and spellbeasts in all regions felt the seismic shift and paused their actions, looking up at the sky.

No matter where they were, they could clearly see the bright starlight twinkling above. Rays of light pierced through the void, causing the elemental energy in their bodies to boil and their blood to surge.

Soon after, ancient chanting echoed in their minds. It was as if they had transcended time, standing face to face with their long-lost ancestors.

Then they saw countless human forebears, cutting through brambles, rising up against the aloof sovereign!

Even when they were slaughtered, even when they were suppressed, they never gave up. On the contrary, they grew more determined!

Resist The Celestial! Destroy the Sovereign!

They would build a utopia—free and without oppression!

Seeing this vision, Owen was momentarily shaken.

After all, the glorious and tragic history of humanity unfolded before his eyes like a scroll. Their ancestors had marched forward without hesitation.

Now, it was their turn.

"Down with The Celestial!"

"Destroy the Sovereign!!"

No one knew who, through tears, first shouted those rousing words.

The crowd, which had been frozen in shock and silence, suddenly erupted with emotion.

Countless cheers resounded at once!

Whether inspired by personal experience, ancestral memories flowing through their bloodlines, or simply the hope of a better world for their children—

At this moment, they were all moved. All willing to contribute their strength to resist The Celestial.

Their collective cries surged upward like an unstoppable tide, piercing the heavens. Even [Order] and magic itself were shattered in the onslaught!

"The Will of the Masses!"

At that moment, as a colossal sphere of light gathered around the God of Light, drawing in countless glowing fragments formed by humanity’s will, the spellbeasts like Chimera widened their eyes in horror and instinctively retreated.

Even the ever-arrogant, all-seeing Grand Sage narrowed his eyes and clenched his bony fists.

The Will of the Masses—

Even for an ancient being like him, who had lived for untold millennia, this was only the second time he had felt this awe-inspiring force capable of overturning all!

Across from him, Tsukihime also turned pale as she looked upon that massed power.

Even she could feel the suffocating danger from within.

While mortals might seem like ants to them individually, it was a different matter when those ants united. Even an elephant would be forced to retreat.

Ants were weak alone, yes—but if countless ants moved in unison, the force they unleashed would be utterly terrifying!

Even the beings watching from within Divine Mountain were stunned. One of them couldn’t help showing a trace of nostalgia on their face.

In their bloodline memories, the last time such a force was summoned… it had been by their former Mountain Lord!

Behind Owen, Ysera and the others stared in disbelief.

They had only ever heard of the Will of the Masses—never witnessed it.

Now that they had seen it for themselves, they realized how truly magnificent it was. Even the God of Light’s radiant sacrifice seemed dim in comparison to the Will of the Masses.

Only Owen remained calm—he had foreseen this moment.

The Will of the Masses—this must have been the God of Light’s final trump card, the very foundation of their courage to defy The Celestial.

The more The Celestial oppressed them, the more evil he wrought, the stronger the Will of the Masses would become.

And now, that will had gathered—boundless, endless, brimming with a devastating aura.

"Leslie… why haven’t you become the Sovereign yet? The Will of the Masses is too terrifying. If this drags on, you’ll be in danger!"

At this moment, even Tsukihime grew concerned for Leslie.

This overwhelming power, drawn from the hearts of the masses, could change the world without breaking a sweat.

At the same time, as The Celestial felt this gathering force, his once-confident expression twisted into one of dread.

"These insects… dare to challenge the heavens?!"

Though he could feel the immense threat radiating from the Will of the Masses…

He was The Celestial!

Even if these ants had gained the power to threaten him, he remained the unshakable Celestial!

"No! I must eliminate Leslie and ascend to Sovereign at once. These ants are becoming far too dangerous!"

A chilling glint surged in The Celestial’s eyes as he locked his gaze onto Old Day nearby.

Once that fool was eliminated, no one would stand in his way. Once he finished Leslie, he would reign supreme over this world!

Even the Will of the Masses would be meaningless to him!

He would crush all rebels, and this world would be one ruled by his law!

Under The Celestial’s murderous stare, Old Day—already not his match—coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turning even paler.

The Celestial’s true power far exceeded her expectations. Just matching him had been her limit.

Now that he was enraged—she didn’t stand a chance.