More About The Atlantis King Battle Competition

Zeras moved out of the Colosseum amidst the cheers of more than thousands of Athlantheans.

Today, Ligeris City gave birth to a new hero among them who will also be participating in the Atlantis King Battle Competition. It was a very joyous occasion as all semblance of hope had been lost in them before, but who would believe they would meet the requirements on the last day of the trial testing?

If it had just been one more day, the challenge would have been closed and their city would be the only one unable to participate in the Atlantis King Battle Competition.

Zeras on moving out of the colosseum headed towards Plank's office. Without even knocking at all, he could already hear the permission to enter from within.

Entering the place, he could see a Plank who had a beaming smile on his face as if he just won a jackpot. A fawning look was on the fatty's face as he hurriedly stood up to direct him to the seat exactly opposite him, something Zeras noticed he never did the first day he arrived here.

But why was Plank happy?

When he left Zeras earlier, he debated on who to bet on between him and Dyvan. Even though he was sure Zeras would lose, he still bet on him to act like some way of saying goodbye to him and that he at least trusted him even in death, but who would believe?

The whole of Ligeris City betted on Dyvan being able to win while he was the only one to bet on Zeras and through that, he won 4 million Athlanthean coins.

Why won't he be happy?

"So Dyvan is gone. What next?" Zeras asked with a mocking smirk on his face.

"Ah yes. After you managed to defeat Dyvan with your raw strength and impeccable glorious aura. You know it was a magnificent display of..."

"Can you get to the point already, damn fatty" Zeras screamed at him already tired of his dog face.

"Ok. Ok. After defeating Dyvan, it can be said you have finally met the requirements to participate in the Atlantis King Battle Competition.

That means you have entered the competition to have a chance at becoming the king of Atlantis.

Throughout the whole of Atlantis, there are five cities with each one able to have a contestant who was able to defeat the trial tester, all except for Midas City, the number one most powerful city in Atlantis managed to defeat their trial tester twice producing two contestants instead.

Ligeris City also managed to produce its contestants which is you so six participants will be participating in the Atlantis King Battle Competition.

If we add Sammodra Zean, then there are seven participants." Plank said eliciting a nod from Zeras.

"Now, the Atlantis King Battle Competition will be taking place just four days from now, and that is at the Atlantis Palace. So judging by my time, the distance from Ligeris City to the palace is about a four-day journey, which means you should arrive just when the competition is about to start.

I'll be waiting for you at the Colosseum door with the carriage. You still have three hours before we will be deemed late for the competition, so quickly pack your things and we'll be off." Plank said with a fantasizing smile, probably due to the notion of entering the Atlantis Palace.

Zeras stood up from his seat as he immediately headed towards the door but he was stopped by Plank.

"Um, I have this few Athlantheans coins with me, in case you..." 

"Keep it," Zeras said before exiting the place as Plank sat there shocked speechless. He refused the coins, a smile appeared on his face as he discovered something, he was starting to like this young devil bit by bit.

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Zeras arrived in his room, but he saw a note telling him to come to the old man's place. Packing his silver trident, he moved out of the place and took one last look at the room.

"Goodbye." This was probably the last time he'll be seeing this place from now on, as he'll soon be sent back to reality whether he passed the trial or not, and that'll be determined just four days from now.

Arriving in the old man's room, he saw him standing as he folded his hands behind him with a serious expression on his face.

"You sent for me," Zeras said getting to the point.

"Yes, I do." The man slowly moved towards the wall on the side of the room, moving his head upwards, his hands reached for the huge rusty silver trident hung on the wall, and he unplugged it and held it in his hands.

Immediately holding the trident in his hands, Zera's eyes constricted as he noticed something change.

The room was replaced by an extremely heavy feeling, while the old man's hair rose upwards as if unaffected by gravity. Even though his back was to him, he could feel his entire demeanor changing from that of an old cleaner to a very powerful warrior with a bloodthirsty aura.

The transformation was very fleeting, quickly dispersing as if it was only a mirage as the old man turned back to him once again.

"Here, I'll be entrusting my trident to you." The man said as his dark eyes looked into Zeras's blue eyes.

"Thank you, old man, but I already have my..." Zeras's face changed when he suddenly saw the man's silver trident closing in on his face, but he was quick to react as he slammed out with his trident he was shocked and speechless by the result.

"CRIIIIIIIIIINK." The sound of a trident breaking echoed out in the room while Zeras himself took three steps backwards, as he held a stick in his hands.

His eyes dilated as he tried to come to terms with what just happened. It wasn't the man's power that pushed him back and broke his trident.

Instead, it was from the raw weight of his trident, It was incredibly heavy.

"Ok, Old Man I'll accept," Zeras said as he collected the trident from the man's hand and strangely it was light immediately he received it contrary to his expectations.

"It's yours from now on. At least a little time for now. Your goal is to defeat Sammodra and become the king of Atlantis. Then, you'll inherit the greatest trident of all time." The old man said, with hope in his voice.

"Ok, old man. That aside. Can you tell me what happened back then with Dyvan?" Zeras asked as that was the most alarming thing to him right now. To be honest, he was still scared of that armor and trident that caused Dyvan's power to spike up.

"I believe we have an important journey to be on, don't we? Let's talk in the carriage." The man said passing by Zeras who also nodded his head when reality suddenly dawned on him.

"Wait, you're coming too?" Zeras asked shocked.

"Yeah, why not?" The old man asked mockingly.

"Well, I don't remember inviting you..." Zeras replied snorting coldly.

"Tch, Damn kid, do I look like I need an invitation..." The man said as he quickly disappeared out of sight.

"Tch, damn old foggy" Zeras quickly ran, immediately following behind the old man's slowly fading figure.

Now, he noticed, the old foggy walks pretty fast.