2025-07-18 19:52:04Calista’s sapphire gaze hardened. “Words mean nothing, Ronan. Prove it. Swear—before the Will of Arken—that you’ll end this for good.”
A ripple of shock swept through the plaza.
“She’s demanding an oath?”
“Does she realize what that means for House Sable?”
“If House Crowne cuts them off, they’re finished!”
Some spectators laughed, eager to see how the Sables would survive—or whether Calista would regret this boldness. But the young woman ignored every murmur. Her focus never left Ronan.
“Swear it here, in front of everyone,” she said, joy glinting in her eyes. “Break this engagement, strip my family of your shelter, and let me be free. If you do that, I’ll finally believe you.”
Her arrogance stunned the crowd.
Ronan remained composed. “Very well,” he answered calmly.
He lifted his right hand, palm facing the sky. “I, Ronan Crowne, vow before the heavens and the Will of Arken: I will never love Calista Sable, will annul our engagement tomorrow, and will bear no regret.”
His voice rang clear. “Should I break this oath, let my cultivation collapse and my soul be scattered.”
The words echoed like iron on stone.
A hush fell—then a pulse of power erupted around him. Golden light flooded the plaza, billowing from Ronan’s body. Mystical runes coiled through the air as an ancient aura wrapped him in brilliance.
The crowd fell silent, wide‑eyed.
The Will of Arken had witnessed the vow.
Calista’s triumphant smile froze. Some onlookers chuckled at her folly—she had demanded the oath, severing her own family’s lifeline.
Ronan, bathed in fading gold, felt only certainty. He had kept his word, but forgiveness was impossible; neither Calista, House Sable, nor the so‑called Chosen One—Lucien Cross—would escape judgment.
Murderous resolve flashed in his eyes.
At that instant, a gentle warmth pulsed from the family pendant at his neck. The silver relic melted into liquid light, sinking into his chest. When it cooled, a tattoo of the Crowne crest burned above his heart.
A message surged into his mind:
[Every decision that diverges from your former life will earn cosmic reward.]
[Every attempt to rewrite destiny will yield rich returns.]
[Every victory over Lucien Cross’s fated path will grant even greater blessings.]
[You have activated the Golden Finger, bestowed by the Will of the World.]
[From this moment forward, you are marked as a Sovereign Candidate.]
[All paths shall Benedricd, all destinies recalculate.]
[Your every step now holds the weight to alter fate itself.]
[Welcome, Ronan Crowne… to the road of ascension—the path to become Sovereign of All Realms.]
The pendant pulsed again—this time, with purpose.
A shimmering message etched itself into Ronan’s mind:
[Next target revealed—The Chosen One: Lucien Cross.]
Data unfurled like flowing script before his inner sight.
[Lucien’s Luck Rating: SSS. An impossibly high fate grade. Untouchable. Unkillable.]
Unless…
[When his luck rating dropped below D, a blood-red aura would appear above his head. Only then could he be slain.]
[To bring down the Chosen One, you must sever the roots of his destiny.]
[His divine luck must be shattered.]
[Three paths await you:]
[First—seize the future opportunities that were meant for him.]
[Second—win over the allies and bonds that were destined to stand at his side.]
[Third—crack his spirit through fury, doubt, or despair.]
[Each fracture in his fate will be transferred to you.]
[Fate is a finite flame—and now, it shall burn in your name.]
Ronan understands. So, every decrease in Lucien’s fortune would raise Ronan’s own.
A divine balance. A cosmic scale.
Clarity settled in Ronan’s heart.
This era… I will dismantle House Sable. I will cripple the rise of the so-called Chosen One.
The golden euphoria slowly faded.
Calista, finally regaining her composure, turned on her heel. With a sweep of her silver-blonde hair, she threw one last glance over her shoulder.
“I’ll be waiting at home tomorrow,” she said coldly. “Break your vow, and you’ll die.”
A smirk twisted her lips. “Actually… I hope you do. Just so I can watch you suffer.”
The crowd recoiled in stunned disbelief.
“She just… cursed him?”
“After everything he gave her—resources, status, a divine weapon—and now she wishes him dead?”
“Disgusting. No shame. No gratitude.”
“She deserves whatever storm’s coming.”
But Ronan only smiled faintly, amusement flickering in his eyes. He met her gaze one last time.
“I’ll be there,” he said smoothly. “Exactly at nine. Or not at all.”
Then, his voice dropped into something colder—still polite, but unmistakably final.
“Why leave in a hurry? AndThere’s still one more thing, Calista Sable… Since your house has officially cut ties with mine, I’d like every item I gave you returned. That includes the B-rank Energy Weapon... and the violet-gold bracelet you’re wearing right now.”
“You see,” he added, voice like silk and steel, “those aren’t yours anymore.”
Calista froze mid-step, her pride flickering. The crowd erupted once more.
“What did you just say?” Calista asked in disbelief, her voice rise in rage.
But Ronan no longer cared.
The clock had reset. And he intended to rewrite fate—on his own terms.
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The seconds dragged on, each one stretching like an eternity.The crowd stood frozen, the oppressive silence pressing down on the arena.Then—“Battle concluded!”The referee’s voice cracked, heavy with disbelief. “The victor, Lucien Cross!”For a heartbeat, nothing moved. The words seemed to hang in the air, unreal.And then, like a dam breaking, the arena erupted.Cheers burst forth in an unstoppable wave, flooding every corner of the stands.Dozens, no, hundreds, of eyes locked onto Lucien, filled with awe, admiration, and a touch of shock.They screamed his name.“Did you see that?! He beat Tristan Blackthorne!”“That’s not luck, that’s real strength!”“Guess he’s not the pretty boy living off Calista after all.”“Pretty boy? He’s a damn monster!”Others muttered in disbelief, still trying to process what they had just witnessed.In the middle of the uproar, Lucien stood tall.His clothes were torn, his aura slightly dimmed from the ferocity of the battle, yet his presence radiate
The Clash for the Top
Just as the conference chamber had settled back into heavy silence, the doors swung open with a sharp creak.A Peak-phase Rank 6 Spirit Conduit instructor strode in, his steps brisk and unhesitating, his expression lit with the kind of excitement that demanded immediate attention.He hadn’t even crossed the threshold fully before speaking, his voice cutting through the air like a struck gong.“Breaking news! There’s been another major upset on the Genius Ranking List!”His eyes gleamed as he delivered the blow.“Lucien Cross has just challenged and defeated Therry, the student holding Rank No. 4!”A ripple of shock coursed through the room.“No. 4?” someone murmured in disbelief.The instructor gave a sharp nod, clearly savoring the weight of his next revelation. “That’s not all.Word is, Lucien intends to challenge Rank No. 1, Tristan Blackthorne, this very afternoon.”For a breathless moment, the thirty senior figures seated around the long, lacquered table remained frozen.Then, as
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But near the very front, Ronan Crowne stood motionless, a lone island of calm amid the tide of stirred emotions.He was no longer the naïve student who was fooled by love.A century of bitter, merciless lessons in his past life had burned away that innocence, leaving a mind too sharp to be swayed by rousing speeches.The fire in the headmaster’s voice rolled past him like wind over stone.His eyes scanned the crowd, not to share in their excitement, but to measure, to calculate, to hunt for danger.And then… he found it.Lucien Cross.It had been less than two weeks since their last encounter, yet the difference was staggering.Lucien’s back was ramrod straight, his shoulders carrying a quiet dominance, every movement pulsing with confidence and raw vitality.Even Ronan’s gaze lingered for half a beat longer than he expected.What happened to him?Without hesitation, Ronan exte
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