Night fell quickly over the skies of the Nation of Amerta. The people were still celebrating the bravery of their Dragon King—cheers echoed across the grand square, and shimmering lights decorated the streets of the capital. Yet behind the festivity, another kind of darkness slipped in without a sound.Three mysterious figures moved through the shadows. They leapt from rooftop to rooftop like sea phantoms released from the depths of the ocean. Every step they took was silent, every breath blending into the night wind.They were not merely assassins. They were terrifying legends whose stories were whispered in every harbor. It was said they could sink ships with a single strike, tear apart entire battalions without leaving a trace—and now… they had only one mission: to sever Bintang’s head.*Inside the small throne chamber, Bintang sat cross-legged. In front of him lay neatly arranged scrolls—letters he had written to his allies. Yet his eyes were no longer reading the words. They wer

After the great battle ended, Bintang ordered all members of the Sky Dragon Organization to assist the civilians and the wounded soldiers. Soon after, Kiana, the Emperor of the Soul Nation, arrived with many physicians from her country.“Master… my condolences.”Bintang looked at his disciple gently.“Kiana, battle cannot be avoided. Thank you for coming.”Kiana nodded and looked seriously at the dozens of physicians behind her.“Help everyone who is injured until they recover. Remember, do not take any advantage of this place.”“Yes, Your Majesty.”The heavy workload soon became lighter as ships carrying aid began arriving from several other nations.*After the situation gradually became stable, Bintang returned to the Blue Dragon Palace. Many important high officials gathered for an emergency meeting to face the serious challenges ahead.Bintang looked at them one by one.“The sea war was decided by strength. But the next war will no longer be about weapons or power. It will involv

That afternoon, the sky above Amerta seemed to glow in celebration. Thin clouds drifted slowly, while golden sunlight fell upon the Dragon Palace adorned with thousands of colorful lanterns. The flags of the Amerta nation once again fluttered proudly on every tower, while the streets were filled with cheering citizens.“Victory—and this celebration is for the Dragon King?!”“Long live the Dragon King!”In the main courtyard, a grand wedding platform made of gold and jade stood magnificently. Four smaller thrones were placed beside Bintang’s seat, each prepared for his four mentors: the Goddess of War, the Goddess of Gambling, the Goddess of Medicine, and the Goddess of Beauty.The sound of gamelan blended with the melody of dragon flutes, creating music that carried both sacred and joyful tones. The fragrance of incense mixed with the sweet scent of jasmine flowers filled the air.Two ancient families, noble houses, and even representatives from allied nations had come to witness the

The cheers of the spectators were still roaring, but among the thousands of faces filled with admiration, there was one pair of eyes burning red with anger.“Wait?!”His voice cut through the cheers, and even Lily smiled cynically. At last, someone had stepped out of hiding.It was Prince Arka, the son of the highest noble of the Lotus Kingdom and the heir whom the people had long believed would one day be paired with Lily. The man stood on a side balcony of the palace, his face handsome but his gaze dark—filled with an excessive sense of possession as he looked at Lily’s elegance.“Lily…” he muttered bitterly. “You should belong only to me. But now… a wandering stranger dares to stain my dream.”His hand clenched until his knuckles turned white.*Meanwhile, Bintang bowed respectfully toward the golden tower where Lily stood. His expression did not change—still calm, still filled with confidence—but in his heart he whispered,“The first trial is finished. But I can feel it… something

Bintang saw the truth in Xu He’s eyes—not the mechanical fear of someone forced to obey, but the fear of a servant who knew far too much.“If you help us uncover this, I can guarantee your safety,” Bintang said gently.His words made Xu He sob softly before he nodded.With the red cloth, the list of donors, and Xu He’s confession, Bintang began crafting a subtle plan. He did not want to launch a public attack that would allow Arka to accuse him of fabrication; he wanted Arka to be caught in his own trap.First, Bintang quietly asked the Goddess of Gambling, Judi, to spread a message. That night, Judi slipped into Lotus Market and scattered whispers that a merchant had seen palace servants carrying a red mirror into a dark inn. The rumor had to sound cliché—believable enough to be trusted, vague enough not to bring immediate punishment. People began asking questions, and gossip spread like oil across water.Second, the Goddess of Medicine and the Goddess of Beauty secretly arranged sev