Heavenly Opposers-Chapter 336 - 335-Who Is exactly Young?
The truth of it stays with Azrail—all he did in the end was just combine more confusion into their minds, ripping away the thought and understanding of what he truly is. Into the future, if Azrail wants to distinguish this path he has chosen, then his identity needs to be rock solid. Not something human, but something different.
’Right now, I just played a little with the seniors; they gazed at me and had a look. The juniors will be the ones who will soon mess with me.’
Azrail’s expression turned a little tight at that thought. The fact of it is that Azrail belongs to the junior section of everything because of his age. Sure, his talents and abilities are great, but still, to the older ones, he is still a child. The only reason the big folks even turned their attention was that he was the first male to join here; the older ones wanted to put their mark upon him before they sent him down to their juniors.
From all aspects, it looks like Azrail didn’t fool them—he just gave them a good impression. Because in the end, Azrail wasn’t even a piece for them to use on the table, not at least at the big boys’ table.
For them, it was mere fun; for Azrail, an opportunity to show that he isn’t just powerful but also smart. Getting on their good sides will only be better for him, after all.
For someone to be considered an adult, all that changes based on the species, realm, and such. There isn’t exactly a unified ranking for the measurement of saying that this person is an adult; each situation comes with its own unique markings on it. So that will then beg the question: what makes an adult and what makes a junior in this mega cosmos?
How can the young be broken away from the old?
As it was said, everyone has a different ranking on the position of being young or old or a junior. For example, on Azrail’s birth realm, due to the lower cultivation levels and growth, the considered age of being a certain type of adult comes more towards the age of 16—they are still considered a junior even then.
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The Primordial Age Mandate
The answer, he recalled, had been etched into the foundations of existence itself during the First Confluence—the moment when the Ten Thousand Races first realised they needed a common tongue not just for speech, but for the very measurement of life.
They called it the Primordial Age Mandate, and it was less a rule and more a living treaty written in starfire across the fabric of reality. The Mandate did not measure years. Years were meaningless when one species lived a hundred mortal lifetimes in a single breath, and another took a million cycles to reach puberty. Instead, it measured Aeonic Weight—the spiritual pressure one’s existence exerted on the River of Time itself.
Aeonic Weight = (Chronological Age × Realm Temporal Pressure) ÷ Species Essence Density
But these were not numbers for ledgers. They were classifications that determined one’s place in the eternal dance.
The Seven Tiers of the Mandate were as follows:
1. Star-Spark (0–100 AWU) – The Eternal Junior
All beings below one hundred units of Aeonic Weight, regardless of their power, were granted the protective status of "Junior." This was not an insult but a recognition of cosmic inexperience. A sixteen-year-old mortal cultivator like Azrail sat at roughly 8 AWU. A three-hundred-year-old dragon wyrmling in the Divine Realms? 12 AWU. Both were juniors. Both were ’protected’ from the games of the old monsters.
2. Ignition Shore (100–1,000 AWU) – The Young Adult
The transition here was sacred. It meant you had witnessed at least one Cosmic Convergence, survived a Realm Migration, or cultivated through a complete Epoch Cycle. For humans of lower realms, this meant roughly 200 years of life. For time-dilated entities of the Primordial Chaos? It could mean twenty million chronological years. Age was irrelevant; experience of existence was everything.
3. Conflagration Veil (1,000–10,000 AWU) – The True Adult
This was when the cosmos stopped calling you "young" and started calling you by name. At this tier, you could establish a sect, bear the weight of a bloodline’s karma, or sit at secondary tables of power. Most sect elders and planetary lords resided here.
4. Collapsing Star (10,000–100,000 AWU) – The Senior
The big boys’ table. These beings had survived the death of stars they called home, had disciples whose lineages spanned a thousand worlds, and could move galaxies with a thought. The seniors who had just toyed with Azrail? They started at 50,000 AWU.
5. Eternal Fermata (100,000–1,000,000 AWU) – The Ancient
Few beings reached this height. They were living history, their names carved into the dimensional foundations of reality itself.
6. Singularity Threshold (1,000,000+ AWU) – The Primordial
They were the ones who wrote the Mandate.
7. Void-Walker – The Unmeasured
Those who existed beyond the River of Time entirely.
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And with meticulous planning, each of the species marked with the timeline of when they reach a level of mental maturity and power was marked into it. Even humans earned their right into it; heck, it flowed to include everything and anything because it was being held by one of the ancient relics itself that filters all this across on a major scale.
When Azrail first joined the All-Realm, especially for battle, he had given his age, marked from his memory for this figure. That was just for reference. The moment he was scanned, the Aenoic weight that Azrail had specified for this figure of his was marked into it, and he had placed it at the level of a junior, which marked the data directly into everyone, not even a young adult.
Thus, to the eyes of everyone else, he is just a juicy piece of talent they can use. Sure, his talent is shocking, as it has roared across the waves, but sadly, there are others with that level of skill, vast across the fields. What’s truly a far-falling worry, however, is still unknown—something that also needs to be addressed.
It’s more of an interesting piece of information they want, ’cause no matter how everyone plays, in the majority of the older ones still exist on a racial scale. Translating into simpler terms, they are all racist, too.
’The species you are born into matters.’
Thinking of this, Azrail smirked, his expression a bit funny, and Azrail had already set it long ago—something that would definitely get more eyes on him when it’s all revealed to the world. Thus holding himself back for now, he spoke to Charmeine.
"In the end, calling me in and talking with me was more of a fun game to all of them. I just extended it and played along with it; I understand my position very well."
"For a youngling, you sure do move through all this with such great presence of mind." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Charmeine added, to which Azrail just shrugged his shoulder.
"It’s a gift and something needed if I want to climb high in this world."
His answer earned him a smile from Charmeine.
