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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Another Reward
Everyone in the capital knew how poorly Calista had treated Ronan over the years.He had bet on the wrong future—convinced that Ronan would never truly walk away.But now…He had.And there would be no turning back.Benedric’s hands trembled as he pulled out a storage ring and threw it toward Ronan.Inside the ring lay all the resources accounted for in the original betrothal agreement—energy essence, weapons, lands, stocks.Ronan effortlessly caught it.With a nod of satisfaction, Ronan casually inspected its contents.Once verified, he tucked it into his robe.Then he dusted off his sleeves as if brushing away the last traces of the Sables from his life.He turned to the silent crowd.“That concludes our engagement,” he said coolly.As his words echoed through the chamber, the spiritual pressure around Calista finally lifted.She gasped and collapsed to the floor, pale and trembling.She clutched her chest and gasped for breath.Gone was the anger and arrogance in her gaze—now repla
Parasites
To Ronan, Benedric Sable was no fool.In his previous life, this man hadn’t merely belittled him in private or dismissed him in silence—he had actively aided Lucien Cross.While pretending to respect the engagement contract, he had covertly funneled resources—resources that were rightfully Ronan’s and House Crowne’s—to support Calista’s secret lover.He had smiled in public and deceived in private.It was betrayal draped in courtesy, treachery masked by noble etiquette.And Ronan had been blind to it all. Willingly blind.But not this time.Such people, he now understood, didn’t deserve pity.To show mercy to those who feasted on hypocrisy, who manipulated virtue to disguise their greed and cruelty—that, to Ronan, would be an insult to justice itself.Everything House Sable had stolen through charm and deceit would be reclaimed.Every ounce of prestige, every artifact, every piece of land—they would lose it all.Benedric clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.Bitterness surge
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But Ronan?He didn’t even blink.With a sigh—almost as if bored—he lifted his hand and casually flicked it downward.Seeing Ronan’s carelessness, Lucien’s heart soared.Just as I thought! he sneered inwardly.Ronan was nothing but an arrogant fool, pampered by family resources.A mere Rank 5 who dared to act so casually in a real fight?Ronan was asking for death!“You’re dead—!”But before Lucien could fully savor his confidence, his expression shifted violently the moment Ronan’s palm came down.Too fast—he couldn’t dodge!All his strength had been channeled into his punch at Ronan.He had no time left to redirect his energy or step away.“No way! How could you—”Lucien never finished his sentence.A monstrous force crashed into him like a volcano eruption.BOOM!Lucien didn’t just stop.He was forced to his knees by a single hand strike, the impact so fierce it cracked the marble floor beneath him.A total, crushing defeat indeed!Gasps echoed across the hall.Lucien groaned.He la
The Price of Arrogance
Though proud of his own strength as a peak-stage Rank 7 Grandmaster, Benedric knew—there was no comparing himself to a real Rank 8 Master.That was a different realm entirely.The elder didn’t answer right away.His eyes, cold and filled with contempt, swept over Benedric and the rest of the Sables like one would look at insects crawling through the mud.“You dare lay a hand on the heir of House Crowne,” he said with a sneer. “Do you even understand the weight of your actions, worm?”Benedric froze.It finally sank in.Ronan hadn't come alone.He had brought a protector—one with power far beyond anyone in this room. Ronan’s voice was calm, almost amused.“Uncle Magnus, no need to waste breath on him. He hasn’t even broken through to Rank 8. What would he understand?”The man beside Ronan was none other than Magnus Crowne, Ronan’s great-uncle and assigned protector.As the Crowne family’s direct heir—descendant of legends like Elder Archmaster Lucas Crowne and Martial Saint Arthur Cro
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