1 Failed to Rule

A man who looked no more than the age of 20 was sitting on a majestic golden encrusted throne within a grand room. This room was hundreds of meters long filled with expensive scrolls, paintings, artifacts. Three butlers and three maids armed with their own respective weapons could be seen standing near each side of the mans shoulders which looked they they were either there to serve or closely guard him.

This man had short jet black hair with smooth white skin. His body's figure wasn't to impressive with his clothes on which just made him look skinny. This man was leaning on his right hand with his eyes closed as if waiting for something to happen.

The maid and butlers both looked nervously at the door as it suddenly slammed open.

Hundreds if not thousands of armed soldiers with god like armor stormed the room with sharp weapons in their hands.

Three men leaded this army just down below the mans throne.

A man whom was in the middle of the three leaders said with a commanding tone, "Your majesty Zhao Ming, for far to long you have reigned supreme over our worlds and today we have come to overthrow your empire! We of the Highest Divine Order command you to step down from your throne immediately and hand it over to our representative!"

These three people were the Gods of War in their respective colonies in Heaven.

Zhao Ming, the man who looked no more than the age of 20 opened his drowsy eyes. When he opened his eyes a refreshing feeling filled the room. His golden colored eyes struck awe into every person who saw them but sadly only people looked at him in disdain. The reason why there were so many soldiers in front of Zhao Ming was because he never fought one battle. It was said that the only reason he gained his throne was because of his late father who hasn't been seen in years so in succession of his blood, Zhao Ming took the throne at the young age of 15.

This throne was one of a kind. Unmatched by any kingdom or empire that could dream of achieving such a feet.

This throne was for the God of all Gods. The supreme ruler of the universe.

The three butlers and the three maids got in front of Zhao Ming and immediately said, "Your majesty, please leave while we stall for time!"

Zhao Ming smiled. Since young, it was forbidden for any members of the Ethereal Emperor (Zhao) royal family to show their faces to anyone outside of their family as it was said their looks could bring disaster among the universe, so either Zhao Ming would cover his face with a mask or he changed his body with a skill. Zhao Ming did both so no one could see what expression Zhao Ming was putting on.

[Zhao doesn't actually mean Ethereal Emperor]

Zhao Ming stood up and walked in front of his servants as he spoke in a relaxed tone, "You have served me well these past few years and thus you will be rewarded heavily.

"Your majesty?!" The butlers and maids alike panicked as they saw their master walk in front of them, standing in front of this huge army.

Zhao Ming's black hair turned to a silky silver as his eyes turned into a even brighter and elegant color of gold. A sword appeared from thin air as he brandished his weapon high into the air.

Zhao Ming looked down into this army who had smirks written all over their faces and said with a sorrowful tone, "I have failed you.. Father."

Zhao Ming swung his sword down with a quick thrust. The cocky army which had a smirk plastered on their faces suddenly froze in place.

A white light appeared to cloak around their bodies and just like that, without even blood remaining they all disappeared from the face of the world.