SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 1015: Emergence of Kent!

Divine Sea World…

Forbidden Abyss Cave…

From the shattered fissures of the Forbidden Abyss Cave, a low rumble echoed upward — a groan of ancient tides and sleeping deities. The sea quaked as bubbles the size of boulders rose to the surface, hissing with a pressure that had not been disturbed for a thousand years.

Suddenly, the churning waters parted.

A silhouette emerged from the abyssal crack, haloed in divine radiance, the seabed splitting in reverence as if bowing to a higher power.

He stood tall, bare-chested, his robes shiny and wet, his body glowing with mysterious blue lines — like ancient ocean runes etched by time itself. In his hand, he carried the Sea God’s Legacy — a massive trident forged from the bones of sea titans and the core of an eternal whirlpool.

Its surface shimmered with celestial inscriptions, and the three prongs flickered with the condensed essence of sovereign water, abyss lightning, and demon tides.

Kent King had returned.

Someone gasped from the far end of the battleground.

“It’s him… The one chosen for the Sea God Legacy!”

That single sentence shattered the fragile balance that had been on the verge of collapse.

For days, two factions had stood at a blood-drenched stalemate: the Ancient Shark Clan and the Coral Spirit Clan, both primed to fight for the Sea God’s inheritance. Tensions surged, teeth were bared, weapons raised.

And now… he had it.

The trident.

The final proof.

In that very moment, the two forces who had been poised to attack each other turned their fury toward one man — Kent.

A booming cry erupted from the front lines of the Coral Spirit Clan.

“Kill him! He has stolen the legacy meant for the ocean-blooded! The Sea God chose wrongly!”

The sea cracked with war cries.

From above, Ancestor Khagara, the present ruler of the Coral Spirit Clan, descended like a meteor. His body was wrapped in scales of gold and coral, and his pupils burned with madness. His Heavenly Coral Blade shrieked with killing intent.

“Die, land-born thief!” he bellowed, his blade descending with all the weight of five millennia of ocean rage.

Dozens of sea beasts surged forward, spirit formations glowing beneath them.

The Ancient Shark Clan launched their attacks in tandem — endless barrages of enchanted arrows, thunder harpoons, and compressed ocean lances filled the sky and sea like a second tide. War had begun.

But Kent did not flinch.

He simply raised the trident.

A humming pulse escaped from the weapon. The sea stilled. Even the coral reefs seemed to retreat in awe.

Then—

BOOM!

Kent struck the seabed with the Sea God Trident.

The shockwave that followed was not mere force. It was divine authority.

The water bent unnaturally, rippling like a beast cowed into submission. All attacks — mid-flight, mid-cast, mid-death — froze in place. Arrows disintegrated. Blades cracked. Magic formations flickered and sputtered out like dying embers.

The sea screamed.

Soldiers, once charging forward, dropped to their knees, clutching their chests as if a god’s hand had pressed down upon them. Their spirit cores trembled, recognizing the return of their true sovereign.

Even the elite warriors of the Shark Clan, known for their pride and bloodlust, bowed involuntarily.

But the worst fell upon Ancestor Khagara.

Mid-air, just as his blade would have cleaved through Kent’s neck, his body halted. Not by physical restraint — but by spiritual chains.

Dark shadows burst from beneath Kent’s feet. They coiled upward, forming the phantom visages of drowned kings and demon sea spirits. They latched onto Khagara’s soul.

“No!” Khagara screamed. “This isn’t possible!”

He tried to resist, but the trident trembled once more.

The spirits shrieked, and Khagara’s eyes rolled back. His body convulsed violently as demonic energy surged into his veins.

His final words were lost to the dark, his soul bound in eternal sleep — trapped by the very spirits once banished by the Sea God himself.

His corpse floated back, lifeless, drifting like seaweed.

Not a single soldier moved.

The silence was deafening.

Then the ocean itself responded.

The water bowed.

Not a wave surged. Not a current dared to move without Kent’s command.

He stood at the center of this stillness, the Sea God’s Trident in his hand, his gaze sweeping across warriors, generals, and bloodline heirs alike.

“I am Kent King,” his voice resonated like the sea god’s roar, “the bearer of the Sea God’s final will. This weapon has chosen its heir. Those who defy it… defy the ocean itself.”

His words were not shouted. But they echoed across miles — carried by the divine pulse of the weapon itself.

Far to the northeast, within the depths of the Naga Clan’s sea temple, a massive jade formation lit up beneath the Nine Hoods Formation, the guardian shell of their ancestral guardian beast.

The Naga Clan Elders, meditating in stillness, were abruptly shaken.

One of the elder priestesses opened her pale eyes, her breath hitching.

“The Trident… it has awakened,” she whispered.

An ancient mural on the temple wall — depicting the Sea-God’s three chosen clans — shimmered. And beneath the depiction of the human figure, a trident began to glow.

The eldest among them stood.

“The Sea God… did not choose us,” he said grimly. “The legacy belongs to the outsider.”

The Naga warriors stirred uneasily.

Back near the abyss, Kent watched as both factions bowed.

The Ancient Shark Clan’s general approached slowly. He dropped to one knee and placed his forehead against the trident-marked seabed.

“I am General Borun of the Deep-Tide Sharks. From this moment forth, we acknowledge your sovereignty.”

Moments later, the Coral Spirit Clan’s high mage stumbled forward.

“With the death of our Ancestor… our pride is broken. We too… submit.”

Kent didn’t smile. He simply stood like a god with the trident, its tips glowing faintly with divinity.

He had emerged not just with the Sea God’s legacy — but with an ocean’s submission.

His journey through the abyss had changed him.

Now, as silence returned to the sea battlefield, only one truth remained:

The ocean had a new-lord.

And the world above would soon feel the ripples.