All Chapters of The Monarch Crown System: Chapter 11
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11. Now The Most Powerful Man
One months later“You are the first in history to learn directly from the top five titans in the world. Coupled with the systems, you have become unstoppable!” one of the ancient masters said aloud.They were all standing at the top of a cliff. Beneath that cliff lay the house where Elias had been tutored for the past thirty days. He looked different. Everything about him felt different too.These Titans are the best in their craft and they can be deemed the most powerful. Now, everything they know has been transferred to Elias. “Thank you, masters. I will definitely make you proud!” His eyes beamed with confidence.The three older men suddenly fell to their knees. “All hail the master. We can now die peacefully after fulfilling our assignment!”Elias watched in horror as each man took out a dagger and stabbed himself repeatedly.“Oh God! Stop! Don’t do th—”Before he could process what was happening, they were all dead.When he came to this mountain on the first day, one of the mast
12. The Fake Successor
Every Halston froze, staring at Elias with wide, wary eyes. Henry’s mouth hung slightly open, Susan clutched her chest dramatically, and Celeste narrowed her eyes as if trying to catch him lying with his face alone.Elias simply stood there, calm as ever, his expression unreadable.Then Henry forcefully snapped out of it.“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “Absolute nonsense. Celeste your friend must have hit her head.”Susan nodded quickly. “Exactly. Maybe she saw another miserable man who looks like him. Anyone can look like him. That does not mean anything.”Celeste folded her arms. “Obviously. Elias cannot be chosen. He does not have the character or the capacity.” She shot him another cold glare. “And he has never been special.”Elias raised a brow, amused. “Is that so?”Henry bristled. “What is that supposed to mean?”“Nothing,” Elias replied, leaning slightly on the doorframe. “Only that sometimes life changes without announcing itself.”Susan snorted loudly. “Listen to him speak in riddl
13. The Coronation
The influencer’s fake coronation claims took over social media like a sickness.Every major platform pushed his videos. He flaunted the poorly-drawn Monarch emblem tattooed on his shoulder, claimed the “ancient spirits” had visited him, and even staged fake lightning in his backyard for dramatic effect.And people ate it up.Celeste and the Halstons devoured it.They believed him instantly.Because believing him meant not believing Elias.And nothing pleased them more.************THE QUEEN’S HUNTEven before the coronation week began, Celeste had already contacted the influencer—Jackson Reed.He wasn’t special. A former classmate, a mediocre student, someone who failed half his courses.But now? With millions of people chanting his name online?He was suddenly valuable.Celeste stood in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup as her mother watched eagerly from the bed.“Show confidence,” Susan advised. “But look soft. Innocent. Like you’re the one woman who understands him.”Cel
14. The Hot Coal Test
Elias did not move.He stood calmly, hands at his sides, eyes steady, as though the word had never reached him. The silence stretched long enough for discomfort to creep in. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, confused, uneasy.Jackson frowned.“What’s wrong?” he demanded. “Did you not hear me?”Celeste scoffed loudly, her arms folded tightly across her chest. “He heard you. He just doesn’t know how to accept reality. Elias has always lived in denial.”Elias said nothing. He glanced at the custodian, his eyes as if he just gave him a coded message. He nodded.His gaze swept across Jackson slowly, assessing, measuring, and then dismissing him entirely.Without a word, the custodian reached into his sleeve and removed a small, unmarked device.He pressed it once.Then he waited.Jackson noticed.“What is that?” Jackson snapped. “Who are you calling?”Celeste sneered. “Trying to call backup now? Is this your plan, Elias? To bring in fake officials to save face?”The custodian ignored her
15. No Redemption Here
The custodian did not hesitate.The heated object was pressed directly onto the tattoo carved into Jackson’s chest.A scream tore out of him.It was not the cry of a powerful man. It was raw. Animal. Filled with terror and pain. His body convulsed violently as the smell of burning flesh filled the hall. The guards struggled to hold him down as he thrashed, his fingers clawing uselessly at the marble floor.“No! Stop! Please!” he screamed.The crowd recoiled.Whispers spread like wildfire.“He is screaming.”“The Crown bearer should not feel pain.”“This means he is a fake.”Jackson’s scream rose to a hoarse wail as the object was pressed again.His skin blistered instantly.The sigil he had boasted about so proudly warped and blackened, curling inward like dying ash. The illusion shattered completely.Celeste stood frozen.Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.Her knees weakened.“This is not possible,” she whispered. “This is not possible.”But it was.The truth burned in front of
16. The Upper Hand
They sat across from each other in the quiet hotel room, the air heavy with tension and unspoken history. The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing a dull strip of afternoon light to fall across the polished floor. Celeste sat stiffly on the edge of the chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap, while Elias leaned back against the sofa, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and unreadable.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.Celeste was the first to break the silence.“Tell me the truth,” she said calmly, almost too calmly. “Are you the Crown bearer?”Elias did not answer immediately. He looked at her as if weighing something, then shook his head slowly.“No,” he said. “I am not.”The word had barely settled before Celeste stood up abruptly. The chair scraped loudly against the floor as her composure snapped.“You liar,” she spat. “I knew it. I knew you were pretending.”Elias watched her quietly.She began pacing the room, her heels clicking sharply with every step.“You re
17. One Billion Dollar Deal
Celeste said she would go and think about it.She left the hotel with her spine stiff and her face carefully composed, but the moment she stepped into her car and shut the door, the control she had been holding onto shattered. Her hands trembled as she gripped the steering wheel. Her breath came out in short uneven gasps, and for a long moment she simply stared straight ahead, unable to move.One billion dollars.Elias had said it so calmly, as if he were asking for loose change.“That bastard spoke as if he had even a cent to his name!” She gritted angrily. By the time she pulled into the Halston estate, her eyes were swollen and red. She walked through the front doors without greeting anyone and went straight into the living room, where Henry and Susan were seated, reviewing documents and arguing quietly as they always did.The moment they saw her face, they knew something was wrong.“What happened? Were you able to meet him?” Susan asked sharply, rising to her feet.Celeste opened
18. The Real Terror Begins
The camera was still rolling.The red light blinked steadily, unforgiving, broadcasting every second to millions of screens around the world.Elias did not rush.He let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable.Celeste stood just off frame, her hands clenched, her chest rising and falling too fast. Henry and Susan were shouting behind the cameras, but their voices were muted by the thick walls and the stunned crew who did not dare interrupt.Then Elias spoke again.“There is one more truth the public deserves to know,” he said calmly, his voice steady and clear.Celeste’s head snapped up.“What are you doing?” she hissed. “You said you were done.”Elias did not look at her.“Celeste Halston whom everyone knows as my wife is now my ex,” he continued, “and now she is pregnant.”A wave of murmurs erupted instantly online. Comments flooded the screen faster than the system could process.“Elias, don’t do it.” Celeste took a step forward as if she knew what he would say next.”Eli
19. A Fake Savior
Celeste did not sleep that night.She sat on the narrow bed in the cramped hotel room, her back against the peeling wall, her hands resting on her stomach as her mind replayed everything Elias had done to her. The humiliation. The exposure. The way the world had turned against her so quickly. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the comments, the videos, the people laughing and calling her names.Hatred slowly replaced shame.“He thinks he is clever,” she muttered. “I will teach you a lesson, Elias.”An idea began to form.If Elias had ruined her publicly, then she would destroy him quietly.By morning, she was resolved.She contacted the custodians anonymously, claiming she had vital information. She told them Elias had faked the Monarch Crown tattoo, that she had seen it clearly, and that it was no different from the clout chaser’s fake mark. She emphasized that she was risking her life by speaking up and hinted she deserved protection or reward for exposing a fraud threatening t
20. He Crawled In
The tension at the table thickened the moment Elias reached Kiara.He did not raise his voice. He did not posture. He simply extended his hand toward her, his gaze steady and calm.“Come with me,” he said quietly.Kiara did not hesitate. She reached for his hand instinctively, relief flooding her face as her fingers brushed his. For the first time since the lunch began, she felt safe.But before they could take even one step, a hand slammed down between them.Damien stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the marble floor as he blocked their path.“Let go of my wife,” he barked.The word hit the room like a slap.Elias looked at him slowly. “Your wife?”Damien sneered. “Do not play stupid with me. She is mine.”Elias turned to Kiara, his voice gentle but firm. “Do you know him?”Kiara’s chest tightened. She glanced briefly at Damien, then at her parents, then at Celeste, whose eyes burned with contempt. In that moment, she understood exactly why Elias had come. She shook her