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

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

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

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

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