Chapter 48-Crisis of Arthur

Chapter 48-Crisis of Arthur

His upbringing was humble, born into a family with limited means.

To fuel his growth, he needed more resources and opportunities, and the championship promised just that.

His driving force, however, went beyond ambition; it was a thirst for vengeance.

Deep within him, a simmering hatred burned, a desire to avenge a grievous wrong.

"That wretched Prince of the Lightning Empire,"

Aiden muttered darkly, his voice filled with venom, "I will avenge my sister's death and humiliation."

Aiden's ultimate goal had always been to confront the object of his hate, Prince Vincent of the Lightning Empire.

Vincent, the empire's crown prince, wielded much authority, which he had ruthlessly abused.

He had abducted countless women, treating them as his personal playthings without remorse.

Aiden's world had shattered when, as a mere child, he had been forced to watch in helpless horror as Prince Vincent's soldiers abducted his beloved sister. 

He had desperately sought her, but the cruel reality had been revealed by his weeping parents: his sister's lifeless body had been found in a river, discarded, and desecrated beyond recognition.

The brutality of his sister's fate had ignited a raging inferno of anger within Aiden, an inferno that consumed him with a burning desire for retribution. 

Unable to contain the torrent of his emotions, he succumbed to intense stress and overwhelming sorrow, slipping into a coma.

Miraculously, a year later, Aiden had emerged from his comatose state as a changed man. 

During his unconscious slumber, he had undergone a transformative evolution, acquiring a potent ability that promised boundless strength by devouring his enemies without limit. 

Moreover, he had gained a rare chance to inherit their bloodline or skills, albeit with a mere 10 percent success rate.

From that moment forth, his talent had shone brightly, earning him a coveted place within the academy. 

"Patience, dear sister," Aiden whispered to the memory of his lost sibling, "I shall exact a reckoning, and that wretched bastard's head shall adorn my trophy of vengeance."

He didn't care about the consequences of using such a forbidden skill as long as he got revenge for his sister.

...…

In the opulent chambers of the Lightning Empire, a strikingly handsome man sitting in a plush, comfortable chair, a group of stunning women swaying gracefully around him. 

Their movements were choreographed, yet beneath the veneer of elegance lay an unmistakable undercurrent of fear. 

They knew all too well that a single misstep in their dance could spell their demise.

This figure was none other than Prince Vincent, a name synonymous with brutality in the annals of the empire's history. 

His reign of terror had been notorious, a dark shadow that had cast fear over all who crossed his path. 

Yet, despite the tales of his cruelty, he remained untouchable because he was shielded by the adoration of the emperor and empress, who doted upon him as their most cherished prince.

Vincent, with a twisted smirk adorning his lips, gazed at his own reflection in a nearby mirror. 

His demeanor exuded arrogance and malevolence, a potent cocktail of charm and cruelty.

"Hehe," he chuckled softly, a chilling sound that seemed to resonate with the very air around him, "rumor has it that a woman of extraordinary beauty has emerged within the academy. She serves as a maid to none other than Dwight, the young master of the esteemed Alexander Clan."

Amid his mirthful reverie, an elderly man, clad in a somber black attire, materialized beside him. 

This loyal butler had long served as the conduit for Vincent's commands and confirmed the prince's words.

"Yes, my lord," the butler responded with a bow of deference, "Indeed, she has become quite renowned. Her beauty eclipses that of any princess hailing from neighboring empires. However, she served as the personal maid to Young Master Dwight, and we must tread carefully. Offending the Alexander Clan is not a path we should challenge upon."

"Even the empire is afraid of them."

Vincent, in response to the butler's caution, merely sneered in disdain.

"And why, pray tell, should we concern ourselves with the clan behind him? Our only concern is to leave behind no evidence."

"She is a mere maid and no one would care for her even if she disappeared."

He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he issued his chilling command. "Catch her for me."

The butler, taken aback by the prince's uncharacteristic decisiveness, let out a weary sigh but ultimately resigned himself to following Vincent's orders. 

"Very well, my lord."

With that, he disappeared from Vincent's presence, setting forth on his journey to the academy.

This aging butler was no ordinary servant; he was an 8-star assassin, a master of the concealment arts. 

His skills were honed in the shadows, making him a formidable figure in the empire's underworld. 

Abducting a seemingly insignificant maid posed no challenge to him, for Dwight, in the butler's estimation, lacked the strength to detect his presence.

The stakes were undeniably high, as failure would entail the extermination of his empire.

His Lightning Empire is not to be trifled with but the Starlight Clan was the peak of power in this world.

Nevertheless, he was bound by unwavering loyalty to Prince Vincent, the empire's future ruler. 

The emperor himself had bestowed upon Vincent the authority to act without restraint.

Vincent, alone in his fancy room, watched his loyal butler leave.

His lips curled into a sinister grin, hinting at the evil desires stirring within him.

'I must taste her.'

He eagerly awaited the twisted games he could play with the beautiful woman soon to be in his grasp.

His dark urges kept him from targeting noble women, as that would be unwise.

Instead, he preyed on the weak—those from poor families and the powerless.

Even if his deeds were discovered, he believed he could just pay off the victims, thinking it would protect his family's reputation.

Despite his notorious reputation for debauchery, there was an undeniable brilliance in Vincent's cultivation power.

He held the coveted 3rd position in the rankings, proof of his formidable abilities.

However, many thought he had yet to show his full power, keeping himself a mystery that made others wary.

Vincent was a mastermind, a schemer who hid his ultimate trump card, leaving everyone in the dark about his true strength.

His talent far exceeded that of any prince in the Lightning Empire, a fact that promised his rise to become a real powerhouse in the realm of cultivation.

Yet, the intrigue around him only deepened as his aura of mystery grew.

Meanwhile, in the grandeur of the Lightning Empire, the emperor himself, a figure of great authority and power, rested in his fancy chambers.

A strange feeling began to stir within him, a foreboding sense that gnawed at his mind.

"What is it?"

He couldn't figure out the source of this ominous feeling, but he dismissed it, thinking it was due to the exhaustion from managing the empire.

The emperor returned to his thoughts, focusing on matters of state and governance.

He brushed aside the unsettling feeling, determined to carry on with his duties.

...…...............

When Dwight returned to his dorm, he was greeted by the cheerful presence of Nirvana, his beloved pet.

The small, adorable creature flitted around him, radiating an irresistible cuteness.

Nirvana could change her size and currently stay small to live comfortably in Dwight's dorm.

Under Dwight's care and the nourishing meals he provided, Nirvana had grown remarkably.

She could now expand to an impressive three meters, and her power had risen to a formidable three-star level.

This quick development was thanks to Nirvana's special ability to convert any food she ate into nourishment, speeding up her growth.

Dwight couldn't help but feel proud, estimating that in just a month, Nirvana would reach a remarkable nine-star level of power, allowing her to roam the world fearlessly.

Despite Nirvana's big appetite, Dwight didn't mind.

He knew he could get food whenever needed, and he happily went to the kitchen to prepare a feast.

With Tessa currently absent, he trusted Athena with her care, confident that she would return stronger and more capable of protecting herself.

Taking a moment to check on Arthur's condition, Dwight noticed that his friend hadn't fully recovered from his recent ordeal.

'He must be shitting hard due to the food of Athena.'

Worried for his safety, Arthur decided to see a doctor to ensure his well-being.

Arthur had started drinking potions to ease the pain in his stomach, hoping to recover quickly.

Dwight thought Arthur was lucky to have survived a dangerous encounter.

When Athena had offered him food before, Dave had taken it to a desolate world inhabited only by primitive creatures.

In a cruel twist, the world had turned into a nightmare realm, and a deadly plague had spread, wiping out its inhabitants.

Dwight couldn't help but wonder if Athena had the potential to become a master of poison with her cooking skills.

In the midst of it all, Dwight admired Arthur's resilience.

It was clear that Arthur was no ordinary person.