SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

A complete day has passed since Kent was proclaimed as Golden Heir.

While the city still trembled under the echoes of his name, the Sixth Elder of the Syndicate came in person. His long robes shimmered with runes of authority, his presence commanding, yet his smile was unusually warm as he approached Kent’s resting chamber.

Kent, seated calmly with a cup of tea in hand, did not rise at once. His wives and Fatty Ben were present, and so were several attendants holding gifts from earlier guests. The elder’s arrival caused a hush; even Fatty Ben straightened his spine and put away his lazy grin.

The elder bowed his head lightly, showing a courtesy no one expected. “Golden Heir,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of ritual, “your name is a storm carried across all seven nations. Even tonight, the gates of the city cannot close, for nobles, sect masters, and merchants gather outside, all desperate to catch a glimpse of you, to offer gifts, to beg for a word.”

Kent placed his cup down, his expression calm, neither proud nor false-humble. “The sea rises and the rivers rush to it. People are not different. But I did not ask them to come.”

The elder smiled knowingly. “You need not ask. The strong need only stand, and the weak will bend. That is the law of realms. And yet, Kent King—” here the elder’s eyes glimmered with respect, “—you stood above them all without asking for it. Such a presence must be rewarded.”

Kent gave him a measuring look. “Then why not speak plainly? You came not only with words.”

The elder chuckled, his voice echoing with dignity. “Indeed. The mantle of Golden Heir carries more than a title. The treasury of the Syndicate has waited for one worthy of it. If you are prepared, I will show you what few in history have touched.”

With a sweep of his hand, a golden portal swirled into being. The air thrummed with runes older than dynasties. All in the room felt their hearts tremble, as if the door itself led to the marrow of heaven.

“Come,” said the elder softly, with respect in every syllable.

Kent rose, nodded to his wives, and stepped through without hesitation.

The world on the other side was silent, carved in obsidian stone, vast and endless. Starlight lanterns floated, each carrying the glow of a sun trapped in miniature. Pedestals of crystal stretched in lines, each bearing treasures that exuded pressure even without motion.

The elder walked ahead, his staff clicking lightly on the stone. “Each Golden Heir is permitted to take only one treasure from here. But you are the first in generations to get many promised rewards.”

He gestured, and five boxes flared to life.

The first was a black-gold token. The elder lifted it with both hands and offered it to Kent. “This is the True Heavenly Wizard Academy Token. Take it, and know that heaven itself acknowledges your position in the academy.”

Kent took the token, weighing it between his fingers. Its surface was cold at first, then turned warm, as if recognizing his pulse. He slipped it away without a word, but the faint curve of his mouth betrayed acknowledgment.

Next, a scroll unfurled on the second box. Invisible cracks hissed around it. “This is the Heaven-Severing Sword Art,” the elder declared. “A supreme sword technique capable of slicing space itself…” He trailed off, smiling.

On the third box, a jade slip shone with nine radiant colors. “The Nine-Nebula Divine Steps,” the elder said. “To take a step is to vanish.”

Kent bowed his head lightly.

The fourth box was covered in red mist, pulsing like a living heart. “This,” the elder’s tone grew lower, “is the Eternal Blood Refinement. A forbidden technique. By absorbing blood essence, one may rise to unimaginable heights. But each use leaves a scent of calamity, and even gods frown on those who drink too deeply.”

He peered at Kent as if expecting hesitation.

But Kent only said, calmly, “The sea takes all rivers, clean or foul. And yet it remains the sea.”

The elder’s eyes glimmered, both uneasy and impressed.

On the fifth box rested a crystal manual etched with diagrams, so heavy in aura that the floor itself cracked beneath it. “The Void-Crushing Palm,” the elder whispered, reverence clear. “Strike once, and reality breaks. Space folds. Time fractures. Mountains vanish. But such power demands a price. Each palm devours one year of your life.”

Kent laid his hand lightly upon the crystal manual.

The elder stared at him as though at a star he could not predict.

At the center, larger than all, lay a tome bound in dragon scales. The elder’s voice dropped into awe. “The Grand Celestial Alchemy Codex. Within lie the formulas of divine cultivators—elixirs to mend gods, poisons to erase immortals, pills to create dynasties. No mortal has mastered it fully. Few heirs even dared touch it.”

Kent placed his palm upon the tome. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the seals broke in a flash of light, and the book pulsed like a living heart.

The elder’s eyes widened, his breath catching. “It… accepts you.”

Kent’s eyes remained calm, his voice steady. “Why would it not?”

The five treasures dimmed and vanished into his storage ring, bound by seals that now answered only to him. The elder bowed deeply, more deeply than before.

“You have taken what only gods covet. Guard them well, Kent King. Heaven itself will come to test your worth.” The 6th elder said in a mysterious tone.

“You guys have more wealth and treasures than me. The heavens must come for you before me.” Kent said with a deep look.

“Hmmm… heaven has eyes, Kent King. What’s the use even if we have all the treasures? You will see greater heights even without these treasures.” The 6th elder said.

“Who is the owner of this treasury?” Kent asked while observing all the treasures around.

The elder was stunned for a second and replied, “It belongs to 7 elders of the syndicate. We are powerful people from each nation. Why are you asking? Do you want to buy this treasury?” The elder asked with a smile. Updates are released by novel✦fire.net

Kent saw the slight ridicule in his tone. “Nahhh… I don’t want this treasury. So many waste things are here. If you don’t mind, I want my wives to pick any good things from here. And I am ready to pay the price.”

The elder was shocked at first. Then surprisingly, he accepted. “Ask your wives to step inside the portal. But if you can’t afford the final price for chosen treasures, you must owe 3 favours for the syndicate.” The elder said with a knowing smile.

“It’s not problem.” Kent replied.