5th Realm…
The Golden was a ce of magnificence, an epitome of power, wealth, and the stronghold of the Nine Realms Association. It was a realm where only the strongest, the most influential, and the most cunning could survive and thrive.
And at the center of this realm stood the Crystal Castle, a towering structure of gold and crystal, shimmering in the eternal light of the''s twin suns.
Within this fortress,
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire structure shook as the sound of smashing treasures, rare artifacts, and expensive collections reverberated through the Crystal Tower. Today, it was a ce of chaos, all thanks to one man—Simon, the son of Jason Mama, one of the most influential figures in the Nine Realms.
Simon had be a wild man since returning from the Blue, where he had suffered a humiliating defeat. Rage and frustration consumed him, turning him into a destructive force, a tornado of fury thatshed out at everything and everyone in his path.
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The once meticulously organized room of priceless artifacts was now a warzone, with shards of broken treasures and the wreckage of once-pristine relics scattered everywhere.
"Damn him! Damn that beast!" Simon roared, his voice filled with venomous hatred as he picked up a golden vase and hurled it against the wall. The priceless artifact shattered into countless pieces, adding to the chaos.
A trembling servant entered the room, cautiously carrying a tray of food. Before he could even set it down, Simon''s bloodshot eyes locked onto him. With an angry growl, Simon seized the tray and flung it at the servant. The food sttered across the man''s face and clothes, staining his uniform.
"You dare bring me this filth! You also looking down on me?" Simon shouted, his voice echoing through the corridors as he delivered a vicious kick to the servant''s chest, sending him crashing into the wall. The servant groaned in pain before Simon''s enraged roar sent him scrambling out of the room
The girl servants who had been quietly attending to their duties suddenly found themselves in the eye of the storm. They had endured Simon''s wrath before, and their bodies bore the evidence—p marks and bruises hidden beneath their uniforms.
But now, seeing the madness in his eyes, they knew they couldn''t withstand another outburst. With terrified gasps, they fled the room, leaving Simon alone with his fury.
Suddenly, the door to Simon''s room burst open, and Jason Mama, Simon''s father, stormed inside. His face was a mask of urgency and frustration, but behind his stern expressiony the wisdom of someone who knew how to deal with his vtile son.
"Simon! Enough!" Jason Mama''s voice boomed through the room, cutting through the chaos like a de. He quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing Simon by the shoulders and forcing him to look into his eyes. "Calm yourself, my son. This madness will get you nowhere."
Simon''s chest heaved with ragged breaths, his hands still trembling from the force of his rage. But his father''smanding presence, coupled with the firm grip on his shoulders, began to cool the fire raging inside him. He allowed Jason to guide him to a chair, his limbs feeling suddenly heavy, as if all his anger had drained away at once.
Jason Mama poured a ss of precious wine and pressed it into Simon''s hand. "Drink, This will help you focus." he instructed, his voice firm but soothing.
Simon took the ss and gulped down the wine, the rich vor flooding his senses. It was an elixir meant to calm the nerves and sharpen the mind.
Jason watched his son carefully. Once he was certain Simon had regained some semnce of control, Jason knelt in front of him, looking into his eyes with a mixture of sternness and fatherly care.
"Listen to me, Son. This isn''t over. You might not have obtained the War God''s inheritance, but that does not diminish your worth. You are still far greater than that beastly fellow on the Blue." " Jason said, his voice low and steady.
At the mention of the Blue, Simon''s eyes red with a renewed anger, but Jason quickly continued, his tone shifting to one of promise. "In a few months, the Spirit World will open up. Only the chosen few, those with the greatest fortune, will be granted entry. I will make sure that he—Kent, or whatever he calls himself—does not get a spot.
Not only him, but the entire Blue will be kept away from the Spirit World."
Simon''s eyes lit up with a dark, eager gleam. The thought of denying Kent ess to the Spirit World, of keeping him from growing stronger, was like a balm to his wounded pride. "I will gain more strength than him," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a dangerous resolve. "And when I do, I''ll kill him with my own hands."
Jason nodded, pleased to see his son''s focus return. "Yes, my son. That is the spirit. But you must not waste your energy on senseless destruction. Keep your fury, your anger, bottled up inside you, and let it fuel your growth. You will need every ounce of strength and power when the timees."
Simon clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. The image of Kent''s face—covered by that cursed beast veil mask, those golden wings sprouting from his back, his body transforming into that of a lion—shed in his mind.
That image had haunted Simon''s nightmares since he returned from the Blue, a constant reminder of his failure. But now, it was also a source of motivation, a vision of the enemy he would one day crush beneath his heel.
Jason continued, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. "The Spirit World is not just any realm, Simon. The Space God has already agreed to assist you. He controls several Yogic sages within the Spirit World. With their help, you will be the ruler of the Nine Realms."@@novelbin@@
Simon''s eyes widened at his father''s words.
"I''ll do it," Simon said, his voice filled with newfound determination. "I''ll grow stronger. I''ll conquer the Spirit World and return with power that even that beast from the Blue can''t fathom."
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