Seth wiped the grime off Hazel's cheeks. He grinned and said, "Remember, Hazel, eat your meals on time and take care. I'm off." Hazel nodded as she watched him leave.Little did she know, many years later, that the book he gave her would become a priceless treasure coveted by many.By the Serene Village stream, women chatted and laughed as they washed clothes by the stream. Their discussions covered family matters and local gossip.A shout drew their attention, "Look, a handsome guy!" A few women turned around, their expressions shifting with slight surprise. "Isn't that Simple Ken?""Simple Ken?"The woman in yellow observed more closely and finally recognized him, exclaiming, "Oh, it really is Simple Ken. But why does he seem different today?""His clothes are clean, his hair is in order, and that goofy smile is gone. I have to admit, he looks kind of handsome.""Blossom, your Simple Ken is here!" yelled the woman in yellow."Huh?" Blossom Dale looked up, perplexed. In
At Zenith Society in the Serenity Hall, a well-dressed, refined man took out a parchment scroll from his treasure chest.The parchment's cover boasted three bold words: Astonishing World List.Zenith Society's Astonishing World List housed the most elite warriors globally. There were no age restrictions, no gender biases, and no discrimination based on age. It was solely based on merit.However, it was a given that those who made it onto the list were celebrated and legendary figures!Breaking the seal, the refined man carefully unfolded the parchment.The contents were concise, listing only ten names.From top to bottom:Top on the list: Arion Foyer of Sacred Wyrm SummitSecond on the list: Alaric Drakon of Dragon GuardThird on the list: Seth Hughes, the Sword Whisperer of West LucoziaFourth on the list: Cyrus Hadley, Guildmaster of Sword UnionFifth on the list: Alloy Marshall, Guildmaster of Celestial AllianceSixth on the list: Penelope Solace, Leader of the Mystic Ar
Grace had never seen Elder Sage so distressed."Grace, something big is about to go down. I just divined the outcome of the Scenic Monastery incident, and the signs are ominous. It might mess with the fate of the nation," Elder Sage said with a heavy tone."Affect the fate of the nation? Does that mean Logan is going to die?" She raised an eyebrow.Last night, she had specifically reminded and even provided a talisman, hoping that nothing would happen to Logan. Because if he were to fall, it would undoubtedly lead to a cascade of battles, turning the land into a river of blood."It has nothing to do with Logan. When I speak of the nation's fate, I'm talking about a vital force," Elder Sage furrowed his brow.He continued, "In this Scenic Monastery incident, someone might disrupt the vital force. If that happens, the nation will be in chaos. A great calamity will be imminent, and the entire Dragonmarsh will undergo a drastic change!""Is it that serious?" Grace's eyebrows tightene
"What's going on?" Alaric brushed off the debris from his clothes as he descended from the altar. His crimson eyes betrayed no emotion, giving off a presence reminiscent of a god indifferent to his surroundings. To regular people, Alaric's existence was no different from that of celestial beings. With a mere snap of his fingers, he could turn someone into dust."Founder, Inferno Fury Spear just acted strangely, as if it reacted to something," a member of the Dragon Guard reported."Strange signs?" Alaric turned to glance at the red spear behind him and extended his hand.The red spear emitted a soft hum, rising directly into his hands. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and soon obtained results."So, the Dragon Sparrow Sword has made an appearance. No wonder you're so excited," he muttered to himself. Upon hearing his words, members of the Dragon Guard expressed surprise, and some even showed signs of anger."The Dragon Sparrow Sword? Could it be the number one sword in the
Dustin made his way unhindered to the summit of Quandary Mountain, finally stopping at the entrance of the monastery. Hanging above the entrance was a sign with two large words—Scenic Monastery. The monastery was neither large nor small, and it appeared quite ordinary, showing signs of age and wear. Who would have thought that the once influential Prince of Carsonne would hide in such a small monastery?Dustin lightly knocked on the monastery door but was met with no response.After a few seconds, he knocked again, with more force."Coming, coming," a childish voice echoed from inside.The door opened, revealing a seven or eight-year-old novice monk who peered out and curiously asked, "May I help you, sir?""I got lost in the mountains and happened to see a monastery here. I thought it was convenient to ask for some water. Is that possible?" Dustin spun a tale."Of course, please come in," the novice said without suspicion, opening the door and inviting Dustin inside.Rare
"Who are you? Why are you here?"In the solemn hall of Scenic Monastery, tension filled the air as the two monks swiftly positioned themselves to block Dustin's path. Their eyes, sharp and vigilant, betrayed an unusual wariness. These monks, having secluded themselves for years, rarely encountered outsiders. The sudden appearance of a stranger, especially one seeking the prince, heightened their concern."I'm Logan Rhys, here to pay my respects to the Prince of Carsonne. I hope you can let me through," Dustin calmly stated."Logan Rhys?" The monks exchanged astonished glances, unprepared for the reappearance of the man who had been missing for a decade."Mr. Rhys, this is a monastery. There's no Prince of Carsonne here. You've come to the wrong place. Kindly leave," the round-faced monk said with a serious tone."Gentlemen, I've traveled a long way with genuine intentions. I'd appreciate it if you could announce my arrival inside. Thank you," Dustin said respectfully."Don't fo
In the modest monastery hall of Scenic Monastery, simplicity prevailed with no extravagant adornments. A statue of a saint, towering at ten to fifteen feet tall, was placed right in the center. Despite its unassuming appearance, the hall was lit by the warm glow of candles. The area surrounding the saint statue was impeccably clean.In front of the saint, a slender middle-aged monk sat with closed eyes. He was adorned in the distinctive attire of his order. Holding a strand of rosary beads, he quietly recited passages from the scripture in silent devotion.The yellow-robed monk approached, whispering, "Abbot Lumen, Mr. Rhys has arrived."Donovan ceased his activities, stood up slowly, and greeted Dustin. "Greetings, Mr. Rhys. It's been a while.""Indeed, ten years have passed." Dustin nodded. "Should I call you Abbot Lumen or Prince of Carsonne, Your Highness?""I've left my former titles behind. Just Lumen is fine," Donovan replied, lowering his head slightly."Alright," Dusti
"Alright!" Dustin cut to the chase, his gaze unwavering. "Lumen, let's get straight to it. Who was the puppet master pulling the strings behind the plot to wipe us out all those years ago?""As expected." Donovan nodded, already anticipating the question. Instead of a direct response, he posed a question of his own, "Mr. Rhys, have you ever come across the Dragon Guard?""The Dragon Guard?" Dustin narrowed his eyes. "Rufus mentioned it briefly, but the details escape me.""In that case, allow me to shed some light," Donovan said, his demeanor serious. "The Dragon Guard, established in the early days of our nation, is a formidable institution that surpasses imperial authority. Its members are elite warriors, each a force to be reckoned with." He added, "Take their Chief Guildmaster, Alaric Drakon, for instance. His strength is immeasurable. In the entire realm, only the reclusive sage of Sacred Wyrm Summit could rival him."Most importantly, the current king owes his position
The next morning, Nathaniel was inside a lavish mansion. He was in his study, flipping through an ancient manuscript. One of his most trusted aides hurried in and lowered his voice, "Your Royal Highness, word just came in. Another trace of Dracan essence has been found."Nathaniel raised an eyebrow and closed the manuscript. "Where?""Our investigation shows it ended up in the hands of Logan Rhys," the aide replied."Logan Rhys?" Nathaniel narrowed his eyes slightly and was surprised by the name.He had tried to win Logan over before and spared no expense, but never received a response. Later, he discovered that Tristan and Matthias had done the same.Fortunately, Logan still hadn't picked a side. He might be holding out for the best offer, but at least he hadn't shut the door on Nathaniel.With the Dracan essence in his hands, Logan had become an even more valuable target. In addition to the West Lucozian monarchy, Logan was an ultimate grandmaster, which made him worth recrui
"Give me a moment to think," Dustin said.Grace's words sent him into deep thought.After all, carrying the fate of Dragonmarsh was no small burden. First, he had to be tough enough to handle it. Then, he needed the resolve to accept what came with it. Once he carried that burden, it meant taking on a heavyweight.He used to act on his own terms and do things as he pleased without worrying too much about the consequences. But once the nation's fate was involved, everything changed.Not that he had many options.Dustin could either hide in Sacred Wrym Summit and hope Arion would protect him, or take a risk and absorb the Dragonmarsh's fate to push through his cultivation's bottleneck. Between the two, he was leaning toward the latter."I can give your plan a shot," Dustin said suddenly. "But we're still missing a piece of the Dracan essence. If we're doing this, we need to find that last one first."Only once all five pieces of Dracan essence were united could he truly wield the
"Royal gods? And two of them?" Dustin frowned at the news.His battle with Poseidon in West Lucozia had shown him firsthand that the Hall of Gods didn't send weaklings into the field.One royal god had already pushed him to his limit. If two came at him together, winning wasn't even the question. He'd be lucky just to make it out alive."That's right," Grace said solemnly. "The royal gods, Zeus and Hera, have crossed the border. They're even stronger than Poseidon. If they ambush you together, your chances are slim."She knew Dustin was strong, but he was still young. Moreover, Zeus and Hera weren't just anyone. They were world-class powerhouses. Surviving a fight with them would be next to impossible.The Hall of Gods had probably figured out how dangerous Dustin could become. If they had given him a few more years to grow, they might not have been able to stop him."Well, that complicates things." Dustin rested his chin in one hand with a thoughtful expression.Two royal god
Soluna Hall had one rule—they wouldn't accept unfamiliar customers. They only served those they knew well or people introduced by someone they trusted. Every transaction required an appointment. Exceptions were made for urgent matters, but those came with an additional fee.When Dustin reached the entrance, two security guards stopped him. After stating his name and being verified by the guards, they let him through.Inside, a female attendant with a pleasant smile greeted him and led him across the main hall straight into the back garden. They passed a small fish pond and stopped in front of a secluded private room."This is Ms. Linsor's private reception area. Mr. Rhys, please come in," the female attendant said with a smile."She's not here?" Dustin asked curiously."She had something come up, but she'll be here soon. Please make yourself comfortable," the attendant said, still smiling."Alright then." He nodded and walked into the room.The room was spacious, with a vintag
"You're wrong, Tristan," Matthias said with a meaningful look.He continued, "Sure, I've got the Moseys to back me, but I'm still far from securing the throne. Nathaniel's got strong backing too, and this won't be an easy win. But if you were to support me, I'd say my chances shoot up to 80%."In his eyes, Tristan's support was worth more than the Ballard family.If he could win Tristan over, his odds would jump from 60% to nearly 80%. The only question now was whether Tristan would be willing to shelve his own ambitions and place his bet on Matthias."You know me, Matthias. I've never been one for ambition or glory. This kind of power struggle just isn't for me. I hope you can understand that," Tristan said.After thinking about it thoroughly, he finally turned his brother down. He knew his chances of winning were slim, yet he couldn't let go.Tristan was the eldest legitimate son, the rightful and undisputed heir to the throne. Aside from his poor health, he had no real shortco
Tristan, Matthias, and Nathaniel weren't fools. They understood the unspoken message loud and clear.Their purpose for this trip was to take advantage of the opportunity to offer their condolences and win the Ballard family's support. Should it work, all the better. If not, they'd at least make a good impression. The key was that as long as the Ballard family didn't pick a side or turn against them, there was still room to make things work. No need to rush into anything.Tristan spoke first. "You're being too kind, Duke of Lachshire. We've always admired Mr. Jovian's loyalty and courage. We're simply here to pay our respects—nothing more."Matthias added, "That's right. Your family has a lot to deal with right now. Plus, you're not as young as you used to be, so don't wear yourself out over this. We won't take up more of your time today."He gave a respectful nod, then turned to leave."Duke—"Nathaniel opened his mouth to speak, but Tristan interrupted. "That's enough, Nathani
"Oh? I didn't expect both of you to be here," Nathaniel said.He was just about to pay his respects when he spotted Tristan and Matthias inside the mourning hall. He gave a respectful nod and said, "Hello, Tristan, Matthias."Truthfully, he wasn't surprised. He had already guessed they would show up.The four ancient houses and the eight great families were all key players he needed on his side. And with the Ballard family still undecided, he wasn't about to miss the chance to make an impression."I heard you left Oakvale on official business. Funny how quickly you came back," Tristan said, his tone laced with meaning."It wasn't anything important. When I heard about Mr. Jovian's passing, I returned immediately. I wanted to pay my respects in person," Nathaniel answered smoothly, without missing a beat.He brushed off Tristan's subtle jab and used the moment to show the Ballard family he was genuinely there to pay his respects."Don't just stand there, Nathaniel. Go pay your re
"Your Royal Highness, it's an honor to have you here," Jonathan said.Upon seeing the distinguished guest arrive, he quickly pulled himself together and aside his grief. He led his family to greet Tristan, and they bowed in respect.Before they could finish the gesture, Tristan raised a hand to stop them. "No need for such formalities," he said. "The deceased deserves our respect."He turned to Jovian's portrait, which was displayed in the mourning hall, and sighed deeply.Tristan continued, "Mr. Jovian's untimely passing is truly a great loss to Dragonmarsh. May his soul rest in peace. My condolences to your family during this difficult time."Jonathan's eyes were filled with tears as he bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, Your Highness, for your kind words. My family is heartbroken over my brother's tragic death."Tristan nodded slightly. His gaze quickly swept across the hall before asking, "I've heard that Duke Lachshire fainted from grief. How is he doing now?"Jonathan
The unrest in West Lucozia finally ended with the capture of Warrick.Every official who was his accomplice was thoroughly investigated. Those who needed to be arrested were taken into custody, and those who deserved to be punished were executed.After the purge, more than 300 officials in West Lucozia were removed from their posts. Those guilty were arrested, and those whose crimes were severe were executed.Under Austin's iron-fisted reforms, West Lucozia's government underwent a complete overhaul. Corruption, bribery, and the tangled web of illegal deals were swept away like dust in the wind.The citizens quickly noticed the difference. When they visited government offices, they no longer faced delays, refusals, or demands for bribes.Long-neglected public issues began to move forward, thanks to the organized efforts of newly appointed officials. Things were improving across the board.Instead of fearing the crackdown, the citizens welcomed it. The corrupt officials who had dr