SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

“The Central Mountain’s Radiant Sun Pearl… Where did you get that?” Ragnar whispered, his voice trembling.

“Of course, Grandma saved this one also for me,” Kent said with a mischievous grin.

Ragnar’s mind shook. The Radiant Sun Pearl was a treasure of unimaginable power, a key to unlocking the full potential of the five mountains.

“I can’t believe the old lady went to these lengths for you,” Ragnar muttered, still in shock. “In all these years we are all wondering where this vanished to… What fortune you possess…!”

“I want to use this pearl to learn the Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows from the Five Mountains. Can you help me?” Kent asked in a steady tone.

Ragnar’s expression darkened. He took a step back, his mind racing with the implications of such a bold move.

“Are you out of your mind?” Ragnar almost shouted, his voice shaking. “If you insert that Radiant Sun Pearl into the Central Mountain, the entire capital will feel the energy ripple! It could cause cracks in the palace walls! More than anything, your identity will be revealed to everyone. There’s no way you can do this secretly!”

Kent’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes glinted with an intense determination.

“Uncle, risks are part of my life,” Kent replied coolly. “And I am ready to take them. I’m living in daylight here and people don’t have any idea about my true identity. Isn’t that a risk?!”

Ragnar stared at his nephew in stunned silence, torn between admiration and fear. Kent’s ambition was boundless, and it frightened him. But deep down, Ragnar knew that Kent was no ordinary young man—he was destined for greatness, and perhaps, just perhaps, these impossible tasks were what would shape him into the ruler he was meant to become.

After a long pause, King Ragnar looked at Kent, his face stern but calm. “The main obstacle to what you want isn’t the emperor or the Royal Palace. Your grandfather, Drona Lionheart, is the real person who can stop you. He’s been living in the ancestral home near the Fire Mountains which are close to five mountains.”

Kent furrowed his brow, his voice edged with curiosity. “What do you suggest, Uncle? Is there any good time to move against him or distract him?”

Ragnar’s eyes glinted with the wisdom of experience. “The Trident Summit. That’s when you should strike. Most of the empire will be focused on the summit—its importance is too great to ignore. The emperor, the royal family, even your grandfather will be occupied.”

“There are three phases to the summit. The first phase, held at the Ancient War Ground of the Gods, is crucial. Everyone will be there. You should attend the first phase to show your presence and win the first spear to secure our spot. b\\But after that… leave quietly during the second and third phases.”

Kent’s interest piqued. “And then?”

“You must first learn the Sun Moon Eclipse Arts,” Ragnar continued. “It’s the legacy of our Quinn family, hidden in the five mountains. Only after you’ve mastered that, you proceed with robbing the royal treasury. Once you hit the treasury, security will tighten—so timing is crucial. And I’ll make sure your grandfather leaves the ancestral home before you start any of this.”

A grin spread across Kent’s face. “I see… you’ll handle Grandfather?”

“I’ll find a way to lure him away,” Ragnar confirmed. “But you must plan carefully. The moment you make your move, you’ll have the eyes of the empire on you. Even the slightest misstep, and we’ll have the entire royal court after us.”

Kent nodded, his excitement building. “Don’t worry, Uncle. I’ll lead the plan from here. No one—not even a fly—will know what I’m doing. You take care of Grandfather, and I’ll handle everything else. I’m looking forward to this.”

Ragnar, despite his years of experience, couldn’t suppress a chuckle at Kent’s confidence. “You’ve got your mother’s fire in you. Just don’t let it burn you down, boy.”

Kent smirked, his eyes gleaming. “The fire can’t burn my body. So, it won’t be my concern.”

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Days passed swiftly, like falling leaves in a storm. Each day, Kent moved many places, overseeing his plans as they slowly fell into place.

Ten days after his conversation with Ragnar, the full moon approached, bathing the land in an eerie silver light.

Kent had secured the Titan Crystal tree and hidden it deep in the underground lair of the stunted beastmen, where no human could survive. It lay there, untouched, like a forgotten relic of an ancient time, waiting for the moment it would be needed.

Meanwhile, on Queen Soya’s orders, over 20,000 highly trained construction workers worked day and night, building the mighty teleportation gate in Dead Island City.

Kent occasionally visited the site, pretending to oversee the progress. Little did the queen know that she was unknowingly helping him build her own downfall. The gate would serve as the central hub for Kent’s army when the time came to challenge the royal family.

While the construction continued, Kent busied himself training the 20,000 Supreme Mages under his command. He drilled them in intricate formations, preparing them for the Trident Summit.

Their numbers were fewer than some of their rivals, but Kent had devised a strategy that focused on Unfamiliar war formations, speed, coordination, and precision—turning quality into an advantage that would catch the enemy off guard.

And on this day of Full Moon all the 33 kings gathered in the throne room of the Royal palace.

The emperor, Ryon Lionheart, sat upon the Golden Throne. On either side, the two sons of the emperor sat with grim faces. They don’t like the idea of giving 3 spots of the spirit world to these families. My Virtual Library Empire

The room was silent, except for the occasional murmur among the assembled kings. After what seemed like an eternity, the emperor spoke, his voice echoing through the grand chamber.

“The Trident Summit will begin on the next full moon,” Emperor Ryon announced, his tone commanding and firm. “It is a sacred tradition, one that has shaped the course of our empire for generations. As promised, this year, the family that wins the Summit will receive three coveted slots to enter the Spirit World.”

A ripple of excitement swept through the room.

The emperor raised his hand, silencing the murmurs. “In addition to the three slots for the winning family, the 9 Realms Association has granted us three more slots, specifically for the royal family.”

The tension in the room grew thicker as Ryon continued. “These additional slots will be allocated to my two sons, Prince Maxwell and Prince Phillip.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled kings. “The third slot will go to Simon Mama, the son of Queen Soya’s brother.”

At the mention of Simon’s name, whispers erupted among the kings. Simon was a controversial figure, known for his arrogance and ambition, but the emperor’s decision was final.

Queen Soya remained expressionless behind the curtains, though a subtle smile played at the corners of her lips. The emperor’s sons stood tall and proud, knowing that they would soon have the opportunity to ascend to unimaginable power.

King Ragnar, standing among the other kings, watched the proceedings with a thoughtful expression. His mind was not on the Summit itself, but on the storm brewing behind the scenes—on Kent, who was preparing to rewrite the destiny of the empire.

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