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The Machiavellian Monarch

Ethan Cole was just an average college student with a taste for dark fantasy novels until he’s inexplicably thrust into the heart of “The Eternal Sovereign,” a brutal, high-stakes world he once read about with fascination. Now, trapped in the body of Kael Ardent, a scion of one of the most powerful cultivation families, Ethan is no longer just a reader; he’s a player in a deadly game of power and manipulation. In this new reality, Ethan has no intention of mending the broken legacy of his family. Instead, he embraces his ruthless, pragmatic side, driven by a singular goal: personal domination. Armed with intimate knowledge of the novel’s plot, Kael leverages every opportunity to advance his own interests. From stealing pivotal opportunities to orchestrating the fall of influential characters, Kael’s methods are ruthless and unrelenting. He’ll betray allies, eliminate rivals, and manipulate events with a cold, strategic mind, all to carve out his own path to power. With each move, he transforms the intricate world of cultivation and politics into a battlefield where he reigns supreme. In a realm where every decision could mean life or death, Kael’s ascent is marked by calculated cruelty and self-serving ambition. As he navigates treacherous alliances and uncovers dark secrets, his quest for power becomes a high-stakes gamble with no room for mercy. Will Ethan’s ruthless pragmatism and deep knowledge of the novel’s plot make him the ultimate sovereign, or will his relentless pursuit of personal gain lead to his own downfall?

westernsaint · Fantasia
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38 Chs

Whispers of Ascendancy

Kael Ardent stood calmly at the wide window of his study, his sharp gaze focused on the sprawling garden that stretched below, bathed in the soft golden light of the late afternoon sun. His mind, however, was far from the serene beauty before him. His thoughts lingered on the upcoming Royal Banquet and the power plays it would present. His recent acquisition of the Heaven's Devouring Body had caused waves throughout the empire, elevating his status within both his family and the larger political arena. Yet, for all the acclaim and new advantages it offered, Kael saw it as just another tool—one that would help him unravel fate's threads, reshape the narrative, and ultimately bend the world to his will.

A gentle knock broke his contemplation.

"Enter," Kael called without turning, his voice cold yet composed.

The door opened, and Kieran Voidstrider, his ever-loyal guardian, stepped in. The older man's presence was as quiet and controlled as always, but his dark eyes gleamed with purpose.

"Lady Isabella Varen has arrived, young master," Kieran informed him with a small bow. "She awaits your audience in the drawing room, accompanied by her guardian."

Kael's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Isabella Varen—one of the more intriguing pieces on the empire's chessboard. She had recently broken through to the Soul Transformation stage, her Spirit Body proving instrumental in her rapid ascent. A notable accomplishment, though it paled in comparison to Kael's own progress. Still, her power and the influence of the Varen family made her a valuable pawn in the game Kael played.

"Very well," Kael replied. "I will join her shortly."

Kieran gave a curt nod before quietly leaving the room. Kael remained at the window for a moment longer, his mind spinning with calculations. Isabella was ambitious, like everyone who mattered in the empire, but her ambition lacked the edge his own possessed. To her, this meeting was likely a social courtesy, a chance to flaunt her recent breakthrough. To Kael, it was another opportunity to ensure his ascent remained undisputed.

He smoothed out the collar of his dark, high-collared robe, its fabric shimmering subtly with the sigils of the Ardent family's power. His figure, tall and imposing, reflected in the polished glass of the window, radiating quiet strength. The power of the Heaven's Devouring Body pulsed beneath his skin, a force of insatiable hunger that had already begun consuming and assimilating all energy it touched, enhancing his cultivation to unprecedented heights. He had reached the peak of the Soul Transformation stage faster than any of his peers, a feat that had sent shockwaves throughout the empire's elite circles.

Yet for Kael, this was only the beginning.

With measured steps, he left the study and made his way to the drawing room where Isabella waited. As he entered, he found her seated gracefully on one of the luxurious velvet couches, her posture elegant yet relaxed. Isabella's beauty was well-known throughout the empire—jade black hair cascading down her back, vibrant green eyes that seemed to hold both warmth and calculation, and an air of refinement cultivated over years of noble upbringing. She wore a flowing dress in deep emerald, the color accentuating her Spirit Body's affinity with nature.

Her guardian stood quietly by her side, an imposing figure with a stern expression that matched Kieran's intensity.

Kael's presence filled the room the moment he stepped inside. Isabella's eyes lit up as she rose to greet him, a genuine smile curving her lips. She had always been adept at maintaining the facade of warmth and grace—a trait Kael appreciated even if he didn't believe it.

"Kael," she said warmly, inclining her head slightly. "It's been few days."

"Lady Isabella," Kael responded with a slight nod, his voice polite but detached. "I trust your journey was pleasant?"

"It was," she replied smoothly, taking her seat once more as Kael joined her. "I must congratulate you, Kael. News of your breakthrough to the peak of the Soul Transformation stage and the acquisition of the Heaven's Devouring Body has spread like wildfire. The entire empire is buzzing about your newfound power."

Kael's eyes gleamed for a moment, though his expression remained composed. "Your praise is kind, Isabella. The Heaven's Devouring Body is indeed a powerful tool, but it is only as effective as the one who wields it."

She laughed lightly, a sound as melodic as it was rehearsed. "Spoken like a true master of cultivation. Still, such progress is nothing short of extraordinary. You've surpassed even the most optimistic of expectations."

Kael inclined his head in thanks but did not dwell on her words. His gaze sharpened as he returned the compliment, shifting the focus. "And I hear you've made a remarkable breakthrough yourself. Reaching the initial stage of the Soul Transformation realm is no small feat, especially in such a short time. Your Spirit Body continues to serve you well."

Isabella's smile brightened, clearly pleased by the acknowledgment. "Thank you, Kael. The Spirit Body has indeed been a great boon in my cultivation, though I'm certain it pales in comparison to your Heaven's Devouring Body."

Kael leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Every advantage has its place. Your Spirit Body gives you an affinity with natural laws that few can match. Such a talent will serve you well in the times to come."

Isabella's green eyes sparkled with amusement. "You flatter me, Kael. But you're right. The Spirit Body does give me a unique advantage. With it, I plan to solidify the Varen family's influence at the Royal Banquet."

Kael's interest piqued at that. The Royal Banquet was an annual gathering of the empire's most influential families, a stage where alliances were forged and power plays were made. Isabella's ambition was clear—she sought to elevate her family's status, perhaps even to challenge the dominance of the Voss and Arcanis families.

But to Kael, the banquet was something else entirely—a battlefield where the true players would position themselves for the future.

"I see," Kael replied, his tone measured. "The banquet will indeed provide ample opportunity for such endeavors. The empire is in a state of flux, and those with the foresight to act now will undoubtedly shape its future."

Isabella's eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and something darker—ambition, perhaps. "I've always admired your strategic mind, Kael. You're right, of course. The banquet will be more than just a social affair. It will be a proving ground."

Kael's gaze locked onto hers, his mind already calculating. Isabella Varen, for all her charm and grace, was a pawn. A powerful one, yes, but still a pawn in the larger game he was playing. Her ambitions aligned with his for now, but Kael knew better than to trust anyone fully. She would serve a purpose, but only for as long as she remained useful.

"I look forward to seeing what moves you make, Isabella," Kael said, his voice smooth. "The banquet will be... enlightening."

She raised an eyebrow at that, her smile never faltering. "As will I, Kael. I have no doubt you'll make quite the impression."

Their conversation continued, flowing easily from topic to topic, though Kael kept his deeper thoughts hidden beneath a veneer of casual politeness. As much as Isabella may have believed she was engaging in an equal exchange, Kael knew better. Every word she spoke, every subtle gesture, was being analyzed, dissected, and cataloged. He would use this information later, as he always did.

As they discussed the upcoming banquet and the political undercurrents swirling through the empire, Kael found himself once again reflecting on the nature of power. The Heaven's Devouring Body, his peak Soul Transformation cultivation, the alliances he was quietly forming—all of it was leading to a single goal: to reshape the empire in his own image.

The Varen family, the Voss family, even the Arcanis family—they were all pieces on the board. And Kael intended to play the game better than anyone else.

As the conversation wound down, Isabella rose gracefully to her feet, offering Kael a final, gracious smile. "I'm glad we could speak, Kael. I look forward to attending the Royal Banquet with you."

Kael stood as well, offering her a slight nod. "As do I, Isabella. It will be a night to remember."

With that, she and her guardian left the drawing room, leaving Kael standing by the window once more, his mind already turning to the next move in his grand strategy. The banquet was approaching, and the pieces were falling into place. Soon, very soon, the empire would know the true depth of his ambition.

Kael's fingers drummed lightly against the windowsill as he stared out at the garden, the fading light casting long shadows across the estate. Isabella Varen had proven to be a useful pawn, but the game was far from over. There were still many moves to be made, and Kael intended to make them all.