2025-07-18 19:50:44"Ronan, how many times do I have to say this? There’s no way I, Calista Sable, will ever fall for you, let alone marry you!"
At New Era City Plaza, the very heart of Thalara’s capital, a massive crowd had gathered, drawn by the spectacle.
There, at its center, stood a stunning young woman, barely in her early twenties, frowning as she looked down on a man with pure disdain.
Facing her was Ronan Crowne, heir to the ancient and mighty House Crowne. But at this moment, his expression was somehow distant.
“I’m sick of your pathetic performances,” Calista said coldly. “Do you really think cheap gifts and empty confessions will change how I feel?”
“How many times now? Two hundred and fourteen?” Her lips curved in mockery. “Are you desperate, or just addicted to humiliating yourself?”
Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd.
“Oh my gosh... Calista the Beauty just crushed the Crowne heir again like he’s nothing!”
“Damm… Did she just say 214 confessions?!”
“Forget the confessions, look at that gift! Isn’t that the Vermilion Fang? A B-rank extraordinary weapon worth millions?!”
“Even Rank 7 grandmasters would kill for it! And she actually dares to reject something so valuable?!”
“Reject my ass! Didn’t you see how she grabbed it like it already belongs to her?”
“Ten years of chasing… 214 confessions... and gifts that priceless … Ronan must truly love her.”
“You call that love? Isn’t that ... stupidity?”
“Shhh! Keep your voice down!”
Every eye in the plaza was fixed on them, some envious, other jealous, all unwilling to look away.
And at the center of it all, Ronan Crowne stood frozen.
His gaze locked onto Calista, breath caught, mind scrambling.
Where ... was he?
Wasn’t he already dead?
Why was he seeing her again, young, beautiful, alive?!
But before he could think further, a sudden pain tore through his skull.
“...Tch, damm it…”
He clenched his teeth as his vision blurred.
As memories surged back, it hit him: he had been reborn, a full hundred years in the past!
He was Ronan Crowne, heir to a bloodline that had stood unbroken since the Great Cataclysm a thousand years ago.
His grandfather, Arthur Crowne, was a Martial Saint, the pinnacle of all ranks on Planet Arken.
His father, Lucas Crowne, a Rank 9 Elder Archmaster, just one step below.
House Crowne had never known defeat.
Until him.
He, the so-called prodigy, had thrown away his pride and dignity to grovel before a woman.
Calista Sable.
And yet, in truth, measured against him, she was nothing.
Her talent was a mere flicker besides his flame.
Her family, the Sables, were newly risen nobles, barely maintaining their status.
Without Ronan’s devotion to Calista, and without House Crowne’s backing, the Sables would have collapsed years ago.
Yet despite feeding on Ronan and Crowne power for so long, they carried themselves with unearned arrogance, stringing him along as if his support were their due.
Year after year, they drained Crowne resources while Calista toyed with his feelings.
Behind his back, they even used his support to elevate another man, Lucien Cross, the so-called Chosen One.
And with Lucien’s rise, the Sables climbed to second place in planetary power.
And House Crowne?
It was destroyed!
Brought down by the very woman Ronan had loved and supported, by the Sable family, and by Lucien Cross standing behind them.
Worse still, they had the audacity to call it justice, branding House Crowne as traitors, corrupt and evil.
How ironic!
What a grotesque reversal of truth!
For centuries, the Crownes had defended World Arken.
Every Martial Saint of his lineage had died for this world and its people.
Yet in the end, his grandfather and father fell at the hands of the Sables and Lucien Cross—
And the masses applauded, unaware of the truth.
Ronan alone survived, carrying a century of guilt.
And now...
Here he stood.
Back at the plaza.
Back where it had all begun.
His gaze fell on the weapon case still clutched in Calista’s hands.
So… he had truly returned.
Back to his 214th confession.
Was this redemption?
Or a final test?
Either way, he wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.
This time, Calista Sable and Lucien Cross would not destroy House Crowne.
He would be the one writing their end!
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A Place Reclaimed
The advance continued without interruption. Arken fleets moved deeper beyond Astra Divide Relay, tightening their formations as they entered Velmora-controlled space. Strategic points fell in sequence, not through overwhelming force, but through precision that felt increasingly unnatural.On the command deck, projections updated continuously.“Forward node secured.”“Enemy resistance minimal.”“Intercept successful. No losses.”The pattern repeated too cleanly.Tristan watched the display, his expression sharpening with confidence. “We’re ahead of them. Every move.”Selene did not answer. Her gaze remained fixed on the shifting routes, tracing the paths Arken had taken.Ronan stood slightly apart, silent.Because the pattern was not reactive.It was guided.A new signal cut through the flow.“Emergency alert from Sector Twelve.”The tone shifted instantly.“They’re surrounded. Multiple Velmora signatures converging.”The projection isolated the sector. A small Arken fleet appeared at
Shift in Fate
The expansion began without hesitation.Across multiple sectors beyond Astra Divide Relay, Arken fleets advanced in coordinated formation. Strike units moved along newly identified corridors, exploiting gaps that had not existed before. Supply routes extended forward, stabilizing positions deeper inside Velmora territory.On every projection, the pattern looked the same.Progress.“Forward sectors secured.”“Resistance minimal.”“Velmora forces are pulling back.”Reports layered across the command deck, each one reinforcing the same conclusion. The momentum had shifted, and Arken was pressing it without delay.Tristan watched the projections, his expression sharpening with satisfaction. “They’re collapsing,” he said. “We’re pushing them faster than expected.”Selene did not respond immediately.Ronan stood a short distance away, his gaze fixed on the same data. The movement patterns were clean. Too clean. Velmora’s presence was not gone. It had simply thinned in the exact places Arken
Beyond the War
The command chamber was already filled before the projection activated. This was not a room meant for ordinary briefings. The scale, the positioning, and the presence of those inside made that clear. Generals stood across the chamber in composed silence, each representing a different sector of Arken’s military command. No one spoke. No one moved unnecessarily.They were waiting.Lucas Crowne stood among them, his posture steady, his gaze fixed on the central projection space. His expression remained unreadable, but his attention was absolute. A direct summons from the throne was not something that came lightly.The projection activated. Light gathered at the center of the chamber and formed into a clear figure.King Aurex.The moment he appeared, the room settled into a deeper stillness. Every general straightened slightly. When he spoke, his voice was calm and controlled.“Report the current state.”One of the senior generals stepped forward. “Velmora’s primary core ship within Astra
Controlled Access
The room remained silent after Lucien’s last words.No one spoke immediately. The weight of what he had implied still lingered, unresolved, pressing against the edges of the conversation.Lucien did not rush to fill it.He watched them instead.Measured. Patient.Then, as if deciding the timing himself, he spoke again.“You want something you can verify,” he said calmly. “Fine.”The officers exchanged brief glances.Lucien continued without waiting.“Sector nine. Outer relay chain. There’s a supply corridor Velmora still relies on. It’s not protected the way you think it is.”One of the officers immediately began inputting the coordinates.Lucien’s gaze did not shift.“There’s a delay in their rotation cycle,” he added. “Twelve-minute gap. That’s your window.”Silence tightened slightly.The general did not interrupt.Lucien went on.“Secondary node in that sector is already unstable. If you apply pressure there, it won’t hold.”The officer looked up from the console. “We’re verifying
A Different Truth
The silence in the room lingered.Lucien’s last words still hung in the air, calm and certain, as if they had already settled into place long before anyone else could react.Ronan stood where he was, his gaze fixed on Lucien.He did not respond immediately.Then he spoke.“I don’t believe you.”The words were flat. Direct. Without hesitation.Lucien didn’t react.Ronan took one step closer, just enough to make the distance between them feel intentional.“You didn’t come here to surrender,” he continued. “And you didn’t come here to help us.”Lucien’s eyes remained steady.Ronan’s voice did not change.“But that doesn’t matter.”A brief pause.“Because if you’re going to lie,” he said, “you should at least make it useful.”That was the shift.Not acceptance.Not rejection.A direction.Lucien’s gaze sharpened slightly, the faintest sign of interest appearing.Ronan held his gaze.“You want to be treated as one of us,” he said. “Then start talking like one.”Another pause.“Give us some
Inside the Cage
The corridor leading to the containment sector was silent, but not empty. Armed personnel stood along both sides, their posture rigid, their attention fixed on the reinforced door at the end.Lucien was inside.Ronan stopped a few steps before the entrance. Selene stood to his right, Tristan to his left. A senior officer remained slightly behind them, reviewing data from a handheld interface.“He’s stable,” the officer said. “No resistance.”Tristan let out a quiet breath. “Of course he’s not resisting. This is exactly what he wants.”Selene didn’t look away from the door. “That’s what makes it dangerous.”A brief pause followed before the general’s voice came through the comm, clear and controlled.“This is not a standard interrogation.”All of them straightened slightly.“He is not an external prisoner. He is trained in Thalara. He knows our structures, our methods.”The implication was immediate. Any standard approach would fail.“If we send an interrogator, he will control the con
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