SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The emperor’s armor cracked as Kent’s foot slammed into his stomach, launching him back twenty feet into a pillar. The divine armor groaned.

“Still breathing?” Kent mocked.

The emperor spat blood but roared back:

“Emperor’s Might – Nine Heavens Suppression Array!!”

The ceiling burst open as nine giant spears of light descended like divine punishment.

Kent didn’t dodge.

He gripped his sword with both hands.

“Heavenly Sword Art – Third Form: Sky Splitter.”

The world turned white.

All nine spears shattered like sticks. The palace shook. The emperor’s defenses trembled under the backlash.

Emperor Kai coughed blood again, now on one knee, eyes wide in disbelief.

Kent walked forward slowly.

“You’ve wasted ancient talismans, sacred flames, divine orbs, and a beast projection,” Kent said, circling him like a wolf. “You know what I’ve used so far?”

The emperor stared at him, lips trembling.

Kent leaned close. “Only my third sword form.”

The emperor screamed and raised his staff again, preparing a desperate strike.

Kent sighed.

He stepped forward and drove his elbow into the emperor’s face—CRACK!—sending him skidding across the floor.

“I was hoping for more of a warm-up,” Kent said, disappointed. “But this… this is just sad.”

The emperor lay in a pile of broken marble and shattered pride, gasping for air.

He looked up weakly. “Who… are you?”

Kent’s gaze turned sharp.

“I’m the storm you mocked. The fire you tried to smother. The blade your dynasty forgot.”

He kicked the emperor’s staff away.

“Beg,” Kent said softly.

The emperor blinked. “W-what?”

“I said… beg,” Kent repeated, a cold grin playing on his lips. “Kneel. Crawl. Call me Lord Kent.”

“I… I am…” Emperor Kai trembled, pride warring with terror.

Kent raised his hand, and lightning gathered at his fingertips, golden and vicious.

“One more second,” Kent said coldly, “and I’ll decorate your palace floor with your insides.”

The emperor dropped to his knees, head bowed, voice barely audible.

“L-Lord Kent… have mercy…”

Kent smiled. “Good.”

He turned his back, walking slowly toward the center of the hall. The pets entered behind him, the palace now under his complete control.

And as the emperor collapsed, broken and silent—his crown rolling across the floor—Kent stood at the heart of the royal palace, glowing in divine light, sword humming with silent fury.

He didn’t just win.

He shattered a kingdom’s pride.

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The throne hall of the Kai Empire was in ruins. Cracked marble, shattered weapons, and the lingering scent of burnt divine flame filled the once-mighty royal court. Dozens of elite soldiers, generals, and court magicians—all now knelt in trembling silence.

At the center stood Kent, his robes rustling lightly in the aftermath of chaos, his golden sword humming with restrained power.

The fallen Emperor Kai still lay on the floor, head bowed, breathing heavily. His once-imperious eyes now flickered with the dull shine of defeat.

Suddenly, the doors of the grand palace opened.

With a wave of golden light, the King Family arrived.

Daku King at the front, his presence heavy with pride and silent wrath. Behind him were the elders, the younger princes, and even the servants of the King bloodline, all walking with heads held high for the first time in generations.

Daku King stopped just a few feet from Kent, eyes flickering with emotion. “You’ve done it, my son.”

Kent nodded, turning to face the kneeling soldiers and nobles. His voice echoed through the cracked chamber, firm and without doubt:

“This land has been ruled by tyranny and deceit for far too long. But from this day forward, the Kai Dynasty is no more.”

He raised his sword high.

“I hereby declare the beginning of the King Dynasty!”

Thunder exploded in the skies outside as if the heavens themselves accepted the proclamation. The remaining soldiers, seeing their emperor broken and their masters powerless, fell forward one by one.

The generals slammed their foreheads to the ground.

“We pledge loyalty to the King Family!”

“The King Dynasty shall reign!”

Cheers rose up from the wounded capital. Even the beasts outside—Sparky, Kent’s dragon, and the spirit beasts released earlier—roared in unison, their cries echoing across the palace grounds like a heavenly fanfare.

Kent lowered his sword and turned to his father.

“This throne is yours,” he said. “From this moment, you are the true ruler of this empire. Head of the King Dynasty—Daku King, Emperor of the New Realm.”

The King family fell to one knee before Daku, honoring him. Daku remained silent for a long moment, then finally took a deep breath and stepped forward. His hand brushed the shattered armrest of the old throne before he sat down—firmly, confidently—on the golden seat.

A moment of history had been written.

But Kent was not finished.

He turned his eyes back toward the broken Emperor Kai, who still knelt on the floor, pretending to be obedient, though subtle calculation glinted in the depths of his eyes.

Kent’s voice now carried an edge.

“Your rule ends today, Kai. But your life… may yet have a use.”

The emperor looked up slowly. “You… will spare me?”

“You’ll live,” Kent replied, “but not as a man. As a servant.”

A flicker of rage and humiliation ran across Emperor Kai’s face, but he nodded quickly. “As you wish. I submit. I will serve… for now.”

He bowed low, hiding the bitterness in his expression. In his mind, plans were already forming. ‘Let him play king… I’ll bide my time. When the King Dynasty grows fat and careless, I’ll take back what is mine…’

But Kent smirked.

He raised his hand and produced a shimmering black pill that pulsed with an eerie green aura. “Good,” Kent said coldly. “Then swallow this.”

Kai frowned. “What is that?”

Kent crouched in front of him, his voice turning deathly soft.

“A Heavenbane Soul Pill. A cursed poison from the lower realm. It will embed into your spirit root and feed off your life force. You’ll survive… but only if you receive the antidote once every decade. Miss one dose, and you’ll die in agony as your soul burns from within.”

The emperor’s face drained of color.

“You—!”

“Swallow it,” Kent said, “or I’ll make sure your corpse is displayed from the palace walls as the final memory of the old dynasty.”

A long silence.

Then, trembling, Emperor Kai took the pill and forced it down. The moment it passed his throat, a chilling cold spread from his chest to his limbs. His skin dimmed, and a faint green glow flickered in his pupils.

Kent stood, smiling with the calm of a victor.

“There. Now I don’t have to watch you every day. You’ll watch yourself.”

He stepped away, hands behind his back.

“One more thing,” Kent added, turning slowly. “Serve loyally, and I’ll treat your daughter with respect. I know she was once promised to someone else, but if you behave… she will be cherished. If not…”

Kai swallowed again, but this time it wasn’t the pill. “Understood… Lord Kent.”

“Good,” Kent said, his tone final. “Then rise. You are now slave to the King Dynasty.”

With heavy steps, Kai got to his feet, lowering his-head again.

Behind Kent, the King family took their place. The broken throne of the Kai was melted down by Kent’s lightning into the form of a new one—sleek, black and gold, wrapped in symbols of thunder and storm.

Daku King now wore the imperial robe.

A new empire had been born—forged not by politics or marriage, but by conquest.

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