All Chapters of The Legend System : Chapter 51
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- Chapter - 51 - The Storm Returns
The Bone Fortress pulsed with stormlight. Three months had passed since Kai’s ascension shook the wastelands, since the name of the Skeleton King was whispered in every corner of the continent. Three months of silence.No armies had marched. No cities had burned. The world had waited with bated breath, terrified of the storm to come — and nothing happened.But in the depths of the fortress, the storm had never been still.Far away, in the crystal halls of the Elven Royal Academy, the First Prince Calyth stood at the head of the training grounds. His emerald armor gleamed in the morning light, his sword humming with ancient runes.Beside him, Lirael, the Second Princess, smirked as she twirled a dagger. Her eyes glittered like knives, sharp and merciless.“Elven champions!” Calyth’s voice rang across the grounds. Hundreds of students paused in their drills to listen. “Four months remain before the International Academy Tournament. Four months to sharpen your blades, your arrows, your m
- Chapter - 52 - The Headmaster’s Rejection
The storm still hissed in the air, its echoes carved into the courtyard stones like scars. Every student and instructor stared at Kai as though a ghost had stepped out of the past—no, not a ghost, but something far more dangerous.The jagged crown upon his head gleamed faintly in the dim light, its bone-white edges humming with a power no mortal should have borne. Alice’s silver blades glimmered at his side. Drakar’s scaled form steamed faintly, smoke curling from his nostrils. Mandy stood with calm resolve, staff in hand, while Sahra’s crimson eyes gleamed, lips curved with a predator’s smile.Silence stretched, heavy, suffocating.Finally, the Headmaster found his voice. His robes, heavy with the insignia of the academy, shifted as he stepped forward. His eyes—sharp with age and authority—met Kai’s stormlit gaze.“Kai,” the Headmaster said, voice carrying across the stunned courtyard. “You have returned… but you are no longer welcome in this academy.”The words struck harder than th
- Chapter - 53 - The World Sharpens Its Blades
In the crystalline spires of the Elven Royal Academy, dawn painted the halls in silver light. The sound of arrows slicing air and blades clashing on enchanted steel echoed across the vast training grounds.Calyth, the First Prince, stood at the head of his squad, emerald sword glowing with ancient runes. His armor shimmered faintly, each movement calculated and exact. Beside him, Lirael, the Second Princess, twirled her daggers with deadly grace, every flick of her wrist a whisper of blood yet to be spilled.“Four months have passed,” Calyth said, his voice carrying over the clash of steel. “The Skeleton King has returned. The humans whisper of him as though he is already a legend. But this tournament will not belong to humans.”His gaze swept the squad, sharp as a blade. “It will belong to the Elves.”Lirael smirked, stepping forward. “Do not underestimate the others—especially him. If Kai is truly what they say he is, then he may stand among us as a rival. And rivals… must be cut do
- Chapter - 54 - The Other Brother
Kai sat alone in his chamber, the jagged crown resting on the table beside him. His mismatched eyes glowed faintly in the darkness as he gazed out the window at the moonlit academy.His companions had gone to their quarters. Alice with quiet pride, Drakar grumbling about weaklings, Mandy still burning with determination, Sahra amused at the panic they caused.But Kai’s thoughts were elsewhere. Sylvia, training under her family’s shadow. Mandy, who had grown beside Sahra. Rivals from the other kingdoms — Calyth, Lirael, the dragonling who carried fire in his veins. And Reynard. His brother.The silence broke with the familiar chime.[System Reminder: Quest – The International Stage]Objective: Claim First Place in the International Academy Tournament.Failure Penalty: Title [The Legend] will weaken.Reward: ??? (Legendary Tier).[Countdown: 30 Days Remaining]Kai’s eyes narrowed. Thirty days.He leaned back, the faint smile returning to his lips. “Thirty days, huh? Fine. Then let’s mak
- Chapter - 55 - The Gathering Storm
Far away, under the canopy of ancient crystal trees, the Elven Royal Academy burned with activity. The grounds glowed with enchantments that traced constellations into the night sky, guiding every strike and spell.Calyth, the First Prince, stood at the front of the arena, his emerald sword humming with power as he cut through a line of conjured illusions. His precision was absolute, every swing as flawless as the polished crystal towers behind him.Lirael, the Second Princess, watched with her dagger spinning idly between her fingers. Her sharp smile never wavered as she assessed each student with eyes like blades.“Elven champions!” Calyth’s voice thundered across the grounds. “Four weeks remain. You have been chosen not only for skill, but for discipline. Do not forget—you carry the weight of the Elven Kingdom with every strike.”The students bowed low, then returned to their drills with renewed ferocity. Arrows glowed with starlight, striking targets with pinpoint accuracy. Blades
- Chapter - 56 - The Human Academy Delegation
The gates of the Human Capital had hardly finished swallowing the echoes of dragon wings when the final delegation arrived.No horns announced them. No drums thundered. No banners waved.And yet, when the crowd saw them, the air changed.The cobblestones hissed faintly under Kai’s boots, stormlight flickering with each step he took. His mismatched eyes — storm-blue and blood-crimson — glowed faintly beneath the jagged bone crown resting on his brow. Behind him, his companions moved like a shadowed court.Alice, her bone-forged blades slung at her sides, gaze sharp as glass.Drakar, half-dragon and half-human, his tail coiled lazily behind him, smoke curling from his lips.Sahra, crimson-eyed vampire, walking with predatory calm, lips curved in a half-smile that promised hunger.Mandy, her staff clutched tight, the crimson chains of her magic faintly humming against the air. And at Kai’s side, Sylvia of the Elven Royal Family, her silver hair bound in a warrior’s braid, her blade
- Chapter - 57 - The Parade of Representatives
The capital of the Human Kingdom had never seen such splendor.From its gates to the high spires of the cathedral, banners hung in endless rivers of color. Sigils of every nation snapped in the autumn wind: the emerald leaves of the Elves, the crimson moon of the Vampires, the golden anvil of the Dwarves, the claw-and-fang of the Beastmen, the blazing sun of the Humans, and — more feared than all — the obsidian crown of the Dragons.The streets overflowed with citizens. Merchants abandoned stalls, priests left temples, soldiers stood at rigid attention along the avenues. Even nobles craned their necks from high balconies, straining to see.Because today was the day.The Parade of Representatives.Not merely tradition, but history itself. Every decade, the International Academy Tournament began with this march — the champions of every race revealed to the world in ceremony, their names etched into memory before a single duel was fought.But this time, the air was different.Because the
- Chapter - 58 - The Oath of the Tournament
The arena had never been so silent.Fifty thousand voices had roared themselves hoarse during the parade of champions, yet now—beneath the gathering twilight, beneath the ancient wards of the arena—an expectant hush swallowed all sound. The banners of every kingdom hung unmoving, as though even the wind dared not intrude.Upon the central dais stood the High Arbiter.No king. No emperor. No elder council. But a figure chosen by every nation, sworn to no banner, their very existence proof that some powers were older than nations themselves. Draped in robes of pale silver, their face hidden behind a mask of hammered crystal, the Arbiter’s presence alone made the strongest champions feel like children dragged before judgment.Their voice carried without effort, resonant yet toneless, as though the arena itself spoke through them.“Champions. You have been chosen by your academies, your kingdoms, your clans, your broods. You have been polished like blades and cast into the crucible of thi
- Chapter - 59 - The Oath Ceremony – Storm Breaks
The chains of the oath still glowed against Kai’s wrist, stormlight hissing where lightning had fused with the sigils. The Arbiter’s crystal mask tilted, and for a fraction of a breath, even that timeless voice faltered.“…So sworn.”The words settled like the toll of a bell, final and binding. Yet no one in the coliseum mistook what they had just witnessed.The Skeleton King had not simply sworn the oath. He had nearly broken it.Prince Calyth’s hand tightened on his sword hilt. The emerald runes hummed, reflecting the stormlight that still shimmered across the sky. Outwardly, his face was a mask of calm nobility, the perfect prince. But beneath, unease curdled like rot.His chains almost shattered the Arbiter’s seal… No one should be able to touch that binding. Not even I.His eyes flicked sideways to his sister.Lirael’s smirk was sharp enough to cut glass. She leaned lightly on her dagger, posture relaxed, eyes glittering with something like delight.“Beautiful,” she murmured, so
- Chapter - 60 - Secret Plotting & Faction Reactions
The banquet ended in a flare of music and clinking goblets, but beneath the glittering lights, the air carried the taste of storm and unease. Courtiers bowed out of the great hall in groups, nobles whispered as they drifted into curtained alcoves, and servants scurried through marble corridors with food trays that went untouched.Every delegation returned to its private chambers, yet the feast was far from over. Tonight, blades would not clash, but words would, sharpened as finely as any steel.In their jewel-bright quarters, carved from crystal and ivy, the Elves gathered. The First Prince, Calyth, stripped off his ceremonial emerald armor, setting it carefully upon its stand. He moved with disciplined precision, yet his jaw was tight, his knuckles pale as he gripped the edge of the table.“You all saw it,” he said at last, voice calm but strained. “That… storm.”His sister, Lirael, lounged across a velvet chaise, still in her gown of green silk, a glass of silver-flecked wine in han