Vengeance of The Reborn Heir

The Oath and The Golden Finger

 “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.

“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.

“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.”

“Should I break this oath, let my cultivation collapse and my soul be scattered.”

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.

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.]

[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.

“I’ll be waiting at home tomorrow. Break your vow, and you’ll die,” Calista said.

“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.”

“I’ll be there. Exactly at nine. Or not at all,” Ronan replied.

“Good,” Calista said. She turned to leave.

“Why leave in a hurry? And there’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, those aren’t yours anymore.”

Calista froze mid-step. The crowd erupted once more.

“What did you just say?” Calista asked in disbelief, her voice rise in rage.