The five masters exchanged glances with one another, then nodded. They knew the disciple they had raised was no longer an ordinary young man; he was the Dragon King of the Amerta Nation, the heir to the throne and to immense power that could not be taken lightly. Yet they also knew that the Emperor of the Eastern Sea possessed a mad ambition toward several nations that refused to bow to his authority, and that man did not know the meaning of the word “retreat.”*The journey toward the Eastern Sea Nation.When the state’s private aircraft entered the maritime borders, the fog grew thicker. After passing through the entire layer of mist, a massive island appeared in the middle of the ocean, revealing just how advanced the Eastern Sea Nation truly was.Thousands of skyscrapers stretched toward the sky, while millions of lights flickered and shimmered across the entire horizon.“Although its territory is not even half the size of the Amerta Nation... the economy of this country ranks thi

*After leaving the palace,they did not return to the airport to fly home. Instead, they rented a modest inn in an outer district, far from the center of the imperial palace. From the upper-floor window of their room, Bintang carefully stared toward the silver tower that symbolized the power of the Eastern Sea Emperor.“If we return empty-handed, the meeting two months from now will only turn into an open war—and that might also mark the beginning of our defeat,” Bintang said calmly. “We need proof… proof that can shatter his ambitions in front of the eyes of the world.”His five masters exchanged glances. The Goddess of War slammed the small table in front of her.“This is my first time here, but I can already smell the strong stench of corruption in this country.”“It’s said that the Emperor of the Eastern Sea not only controls the pearl trade but also the black market of weapons and slaves. If we can prove that, all his allies will abandon him,” the Goddess of Wealth added.The Go

After the battle with the Shadow Hunters, Bintang and his five masters hid inside an old building—an abandoned pearl warehouse at the edge of the harbor. Inside, scrolls of documents and crystal recordings containing evidence of the crimes of the Emperor of the Eastern Sea were laid out on a wooden table.The Goddess of Wealth looked at them with firm confidence.“With this, we can destroy his reputation in the eyes of the great nations. Trade routes, the torture of merchants, even illegal contracts with dark organizations… everything is in our hands.”Bintang nodded.“We have to spread it before the Emperor moves to silence the witnesses.”The Goddess of Gambling chuckled, though her face remained serious.“But you know, once we release this evidence, the Emperor will go berserk. He won’t hesitate to ignite an open war.”Bintang looked at all of his masters.“It’s better to face an open war than to let the people of Amerta and our merchants slowly die in prison.”They all fell silent

Medist Goddess, the Goddess of Beauty, who had no combat background, began to turn pale. Her voice trembled.“If this continues, even the Sky Dragon Organization will arrive too late!”Bintang clenched his teeth.“In that case… my dear, Goddess of Gambling, you stay at the rear guard! I’ll try to stall them and reduce the enemy forces!”He dashed forward, slashing through the enemy spears. But suddenly the man with the golden mask blocked his path again. His spear shimmered with blue light before thrusting toward Bintang’s heart with deadly speed.Clangggg!Bintang deflected it, but the energy from the spear exploded across the pier, shattering large wooden beams into pieces. Waves of seawater surged upward, soaking their bodies.The man with the golden mask burst into loud laughter.“Dragon King, you may be strong… but here you are swimming in our sea! In these waters, even a dragon can be drowned!”Bintang snorted coldly.“You’re far too confident.”He raised his sword high. A dense

After the press conference ended, the grand hall of the Amerta State Palace turned into a scene of intense discussion. Diplomats gathered in groups, some exchanging tense glances. International media rushed out of the hall, broadcasting the news of what had just happened.The cheers of the people outside the palace continued to echo, but inside the private meeting chamber, the atmosphere was completely different.Bintang sat in the main chair with a serious expression, his five teachers standing beside him. High-ranking military officers and state advisors were also present, waiting for instructions.“Bintang…” the voice of the Goddess of War was heavy, filled with caution. “The step you just took… was not merely an announcement. That was a real declaration of war. The Eastern Sea will not remain silent.”Bintang stared at the large map of the continent spread across the meeting table. Small red pins marked the known bases and headquarters of the Eastern Sea. His eyes began to gleam.