All Chapters of World of Regalia: Chapter 11
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The Negator
A man could be seen standing in front of the museum, his eyes scanning the building’s exterior with the calm, practiced patience of someone who had done this many times before. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance — average height, average build, the kind of face that slipped from memory the moment it left your field of vision. With a fluid hand gesture a cloak appeared on his hands, holding it for only a moment before swinging it around his shoulders. The fabric settled against his body and then simply ceased to exist alongside him. Not invisible in the way a shadow is invisible — gone, entirely and completely, as though the universe had quietly agreed to stop acknowledging his presence. No outline. No distortion. No footsteps. Nothing. He walked forward and passed directly through the museum wall without resistance, his intangible body slipping through concrete and steel as though they were suggestions rather than barriers. The interior of the building spread out be
Glacial pride
Alpha Academy’s Class 2A carried on with the particular brand of restless quiet that had become its default in recent weeks — conversations kept low, eyes occasionally drifting toward the empty seats at the back, the lingering awareness of things that had happened in this room that the school had officially decided not to discuss. It was calm in the way that a room is calm when the people inside it have learned to be careful. Then the door opened, and for a moment every head turned out of reflex. The boy who walked in was not remarkable at first glance — average height, unhurried stride, the practiced indifference of someone who had long ago stopped caring what a room thought of him when he entered it. What was remarkable, and what caused the quiet ripple of attention that followed him from the doorway to his seat, was the absence of something rather than the presence of it. He always wore a hoodie. Every single day since the class had begun, without variation or explanation, th
The stolen fragment
After the appearance of the Zenexian Orb, humanity changed drastically. The world that once consisted of seven continents had been reduced to only five. The remaining two had been lost—erased during devastating wars that erupted in the desperate pursuit of power the Orb had introduced. The new world order abandoned the old names. The continents were no longer identified by culture or history, but by simple numerical designation: Continent 1 through Continent 5. Each continent was assigned two World Pillars—beings of overwhelming strength who acted as both protectors and enforcers of law under the authority of the Zeta Organization, the single most powerful governing force in existence. Nations had ceased to exist. Borders were meaningless now. Instead, each continent was divided into cities—self-contained domains functioning under centralized authority. Continent 1, the largest of them all, consisted of twenty-six cities, each named after a letter of the alphabet. From City A to C
Voice of Command
9:00 PM — City X The streets of City X were alive, yet strangely subdued under the cover of night. Neon lights flickered across towering buildings, casting reflections over wet pavement, while distant traffic hummed like a constant pulse in the background. The air was cooler, heavier—almost as if something unseen moved within it. Sagara and Damian walked side by side through the dimly lit street. “I don’t understand why you chose to train me at night,” Damian muttered, rubbing his eyes, his voice thick with sleep. “I’m literally supposed to be asleep. More importantly… how do you even know where I live?” He shot Sagara an annoyed glance. Sagara didn’t even look at him. “For starters,” he said calmly, “Zeta energy is stronger and more abundant at night. That also means Ajumas are more active—and stronger.” A faint smirk appeared on his face. “I’ve already found one. A Spirit-grade Ajuma. Perfect training for you.” Damian froze mid-step. “Spirit-grade?” he repeated, his sleep
A Glimpse of the pillars
The Ajuma let out a deafening screech, its voice tearing through the air as violent shockwaves rippled outward, sending debris flying in every direction. Broken concrete, shattered wood, and loose earth were lifted and hurled across the park as if caught in a storm.Yet—The Negator remained calm.He walked forward without hesitation, his steps steady, his expression unchanged.From the ground, thick vines burst forth, twisting violently as they shot toward him, aiming to bind and crush him.But before they could reach—A small black sphere formed in his palm.With a simple motion, he released it.The sphere floated mid-air, moving as though guided by an unseen force. Wherever it passed, everything it touched—Vanished.Not destroyed.Not broken.Erased completely, down to its very roots.The vines disappeared instantly. The sphere lingered for a brief moment before fading silently into nothingness.⸻From a distance, Sagara watched, his interest clearly piqued.“Matter erasure? Exist
Partial awakening
A woman figure with long black hair covering her face, wearing a white robe with blood stains dying most of the clothes, was walking strangely through the borders of City X toward City Y. The terrain was abandoned—mountains and vast rivers stretching endlessly—and could only be crossed using planes or ships.She came to a stop after seeing the vast expanse of mountains and the almost endless ocean in front of her. Behind her, a figure of a boy no older than ten appeared, with silver hair and eyes, wearing a silver robe that screamed wealth. The robe was adorned with intricate designs and patterns made with diamonds.“Found you!” the boy, who appeared to be Chronos, one of the ten pillars, said with a wild smile. The figure turned to look at Chronos before opening her mouth impossibly wide, from which a ball of blood-like liquid condensed and shot at Chronos at hypersonic speed. Chronos simply sidestepped, causing the projectile to crash through a mountain behind him, instantly shatter
Echoes of Awkening
Meanwhile, on a quiet Saturday morning, Damian and Sagara could be seen in a dense forest region. Tall trees stretched endlessly into the sky, their leaves forming a thick canopy that filtered sunlight into soft, scattered rays across the ground. The air was calm, filled with the faint rustling of leaves and distant wildlife.Damian sat against the base of a tree, reading a book about Zeta energy—one that had been personally written by Sagara himself. The pages were worn but filled with dense knowledge, each line carefully studied as Damian tried to grasp its depth.“I actually thought you would have gotten into a fight with the Negator, and the reason you teleported me away was because you didn’t want me to see how strong you are—or if you’d lose to him,” Damian said, dropping the book beside him before stretching his hand out in front of him, attempting to summon raw Zeta energy.“I don’t know the kind of image you have of me in your mind, but I’m definitely not a bully. As for me l
Between infinity and oblivion
In a vast expanse of ashen wasteland—a place where legends had fought and died, a land that had served as a battlefield for millennia—two figures stood five meters apart.On one side stood a seemingly ordinary boy with dual-colored hair and eyes. On the other side was a woman… or something that merely resembled one.Two wings extended from above her waist, stretching outward with a wingspan of at least a meter. They were graceful—almost angelic—yet carried something deeply demonic. Their color was darker than night itself, yet they reflected light with a glow brighter than the moon, as if burdened by the weight of her true nature.Her eyes glowed a deep, haunting purple, carrying the weight of millennia of wisdom. Stare too long, and one might find themselves lost within an endless abyss. Her crimson-red hair flowed down to her waist, contrasting sharply with the pair of obsidian-black horns that curved from her head like a crown—one fit only for a being of her status.She wore armor
The battle for the ball
Class 2A was quiet as a new teacher stood in front of the class. He was a simple man with short black hair, wearing a black suit that covered a neck tattoo which seemed almost familiar. From the physique beneath his suit, it was clear he had a well-toned muscular body. He stood about 6’5”, with broad shoulders and wide forearms.“For some reason your teachers have been having one issue or another, and as such I’ve been asked to fill the spot. You can refer to me as Instructor Sinclair. Also, for the record, I’m not much of a teacher but more of a trainer. So for our first lesson, we’re going outside and playing a game!” The man said with a firm but calm voice, causing everyone to pause in curiosity. A game… out of nowhere?“I heard you all like to rank yourselves based on strength to show authority. Well, that ranking will now be determined by your performance in this game!” Instructor Sinclair announced, throwing the class into chaos. For those who had always wanted to be among the t
Concluded
“Sagara!” Freya said, looking at the person who was now holding the ball. Four minutes left, and the ball was currently with the worst possible person at the worst possible time.“Come at me! I’m sure you all can harm me one way or another if you work together!” Sagara said, one hand in his pocket as he stood still, a faint layer of silver and blue energy surrounding him.“He’s right! Let’s all go together!” Damian said, activating his regalia and instantly doubling his physique and abstract stats — increasing not only the size and potency of his zeta energy, but also his raw strength and speed.Damian and Freya dashed toward Sagara at supersonic speed. Darwin arrived two seconds earlier than Freya with a zeta-energy-reinforced punch, while Freya summoned her regalia — a silver sword with a black hilt and a golden gem embedded within it.However, their attacks seemed to graze past him, never reaching him, as he dodged everything by a hair’s breadth.“Come on, you’ve got to try harder!