The Villain's Ascension

Loras stood at the summit of a mountain in the upper world, overlooking the vast expanse below. The once tranquil landscape now buzzed with unrest, as whispers of a mysterious force began to spread. The Shadow Scorpion's influence had infiltrated every realm, and the power that Loras held over it had begun to ripple out like a wave, disturbing the carefully balanced structure of the worlds. His presence was becoming undeniable.

For years, he had played the game from the shadows—manipulating, waiting, observing. Now, the moment had come to reveal his true strength. The Doom family, still unaware of the full extent of his power, believed him to be a promising heir, someone who would one day lead them to new heights. But Loras had already surpassed them all. His real cultivation was nearing the peak of the False Immortal realm, and his control over the Shadow Scorpion organization had given him the leverage he needed to begin reshaping the world.

It started with the smaller clans—the ones that had once looked down on him as a child with potential, a mere pawn in the greater game. They were the first to feel the weight of his ambition. The Doom family had ruled the lower and middle worlds for centuries, but their influence was now nothing more than a stepping stone for Loras. He had been patient, waiting for the right moment to strike, and now, that moment had arrived.

Through the vast network of spies, assassins, and loyal followers embedded in the Shadow Scorpion organization, Loras knew every secret, every weakness of the clans and factions that ruled the realms. He knew who could be bought, who could be manipulated, and who would resist him. One by one, the resistance fell. Clans that had once stood proudly in their territories now crumbled under the weight of his schemes. His reach extended like the claws of a predatory beast, ensnaring everything in his path.

But Loras was no fool. He knew that power in the world of cultivation was fleeting—there were always those who sought to challenge the strong. It wasn't enough to simply destroy his enemies; he needed to ensure that no one could ever rise to challenge him again. To do that, he needed to claim the title of ruler over all worlds. To do that, he needed to control not just the mortal realms, but the very foundation of existence itself.

He set his sights on the Immortal World, the realm that held the greatest power among the lesser worlds. The Emperor Immortal title had long been seen as the pinnacle of achievement, but Loras knew it was only the beginning. Even the Emperor Immortals were limited by their realm. Above them, in the Divine World, lay beings of unimaginable power—True Gods, Saints, and Immortals whose influence stretched across the cosmos.

Yet Loras wasn't intimidated by these ancient beings. He knew the limitations of each realm. The Immortal World had its Emperor Immortals, but they were still bound by the laws of their world. The Divine World, with its higher cultivators, was a place of immense power, but it had its own weaknesses. And Loras knew exactly how to exploit them.

His control over the Shadow Scorpion allowed him to infiltrate every level of the Immortal World's power structure. He manipulated the most influential figures, placing his loyal followers in positions of power, while quietly eliminating those who posed a threat to his plans. Even the so-called "sons of luck" who were destined to rise to power found themselves caught in his web, their fates sealed by his design.

The realization came quickly: Loras had already started to weave a trap that would ensnare every world. His goal was no longer to simply rise within his own family or the realms he had once known. His ambition had grown beyond that. He aimed to control everything.

Through his organization, Loras began executing his larger plan. He destroyed entire factions with swift, precise strikes. He manipulated politics, forced alliances, and created conflict where there had once been peace. No one dared defy him, for fear of the consequences. And when they did, they vanished without a trace—taken by the Shadow Scorpion's assassins or destroyed by Loras' own hands.

The word spread quickly across the realms: Loras, the young heir of the Doom family, had become a force beyond measure. No longer the child prodigy, he was now a force of nature, an unstoppable tide that swept everything before it. His influence was reaching beyond the mortal realms and into the higher planes, where beings of immense power lived.

Loras felt the power growing within him. The True Immortal realm was within his grasp, but he was in no hurry. The world would soon learn that he was not just a ruler among them—he was something greater. The first phase of his plan was complete, but the real challenge lay ahead. The worlds trembled, knowing that Loras was not just seeking control. He was shaping the very fabric of existence to his will.