SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Inside the quiet chamber of blue-crystal walls…

After Princess Nyara had left, Kent stood silently by the water screen window that overlooked the endless sea. The real life and death task really made him think his whole life again.

There is a strange seriousness on his face. Kent is usually a fun loving, casual person with a strange sense of humor. But in some situations, he is a completely different man. The man only known to him.

“I won’t take anything serious. If I take it seriously… then there is no second thought.” This is the attitude of Kent who started his journey from Silver leaf town.

The moon above— a haunting blood-red one—cast long shadows across the chamber. The rippling waves outside echoed faintly, like the whispers of an ancient prophecy.

Kent’s sharp eyes remained fixed on the moonlight shimmering upon the ocean surface. His hands, usually calm, were clenched behind his back, tense with thought.

“A test to prove my worth…”

“A task where failure equals death…”

“And I have no weapon.”

He sighed, the cold wind brushing across his face like a ghost of war past.

The Arena battle against Lee Dong had taken more from him than just blood and spirit force—it had stripped him of all his signature weapons, each shattered, drained, or lost in the chaotic spatial collapse during the final blow. He had emerged alive… barely. But now, he was as vulnerable as a beast stripped of its fangs.

All that remained in his arsenal was an old sword from the King family, a dwarf elder rank weapon. It was reliable—yes—but had no weapon spirit, no soul, no blood resonance. It was a tool, not a partner. A tiger with blunt claws.

“What can I even do with this blade…? This won’t pierce the hide of a Sea Ancestor Beast… let alone awaken the Sea God Legacy.”

Kent slowly walked to the nearby wooden stand where the sword lay. He unsheathed it—its dull shine reflecting the blood moon—and gave it a slight swing. The hum of metal was weak. Uninspired.

“No. I need more,” Kent muttered, eyes glinting with resolve.

His thoughts suddenly shifted to Princess Neela, the woman whose life and body he had just saved through extreme measures—yet who now sat at the edge of emotional turmoil. He had revealed the truth to her: that there were fifteen women across various realms who still held pieces of his heart.

She had smiled at first. But the silence after that had been louder than thunder.

“Will she even look me in the eye again?” Kent whispered, frowning.

He considered seeking her help again. With her authority reinstated, she had access to the treasury, to secret forges, to enchanted ocean stones. Yet the moment her glassy eyes turned away from him in silent retreat, it made him hesitate.

He couldn’t afford emotional entanglements right now. Not with the beast lair awaiting him—a graveyard of ancestors, a trial not meant for mortals.

Instead, a fire surged inside him.

“No. No more hesitations. No more depending on others.”

He tightened his grip on the sword and turned back toward the sea-view. In that moment, his draconic blood stirred—pulsing against his chest, reminding his ability.

“Without a powerful bow in my hand, I am merely a crippled lion… I must reclaim my strength. I must forge my weapon anew.”

Kent’s breathing deepened as he remembered the Muni Naga, the ancient blacksmith of the Naga clan—the one being capable of awakening divine material with mere hammer strikes. He had the ancestral token. If anyone could forge him a new divine weapon—it was that old smith.

But the only way to meet Muni Naga… was to survive the beast lair trial.

As his thoughts spiraled, a sudden memory bloomed in his mind.

Kent’s eyes slowly narrowed. There… a faint fragrance. A breeze of lavender and sweet wine. A laugh—soft, teasing, deadly.

“Lust Goddess…” he whispered.

How long had it been since he’d heard her voice?

He remembered how she guided him through love and chaos in the lower realms, whispering in his ears when no one else stood by him. She had shown him not just pleasure, but understanding… the price of power, the burdens of fate.

But now?

“A lot of time has passed since I came here,” Kent murmured.

His reflection swirled in the water window as he placed his palm over the cold glass.

“I wonder… How many million years have passed on the Nine Realms below? Did the sects still stand? Did everyone pass away? Did those who stood with me even remember the name Kent?”

He smiled bitterly.

“Or did the world move on… while I remained trapped in trials and destinies spun by gods long dead?”

As the blood moon began its descent, casting deep shadows across the ocean, Kent’s heart began to still. His eyes sharpened—not with anger, but with a renewed sense of clarity.

“Tuk…Tuk…”

A soft knock fell on his chamber door.

He didn’t answer.

The knock came again, firmer, followed by the sultry voice he expected.

“You are the one who asked me to come in the morning… don’t pretend like I’m disturbing your precious cultivation,” Sana Long’s voice carried a sharp tone, laced with irritation and veiled expectation.

Kent flicked his fingers, and the door opened slightly with a creak.

And there she stood.

Sana entered slowly, her footsteps light yet calculated. Her veil was gone today. Instead, she wore a lavender robe that clung to her curves, deliberately loose near the chest, revealing an abundant valley of skin. Her long sea-blue hair was tied in a messy knot, letting strands fall to her shoulders, enhancing her aura of wild seduction.

Her face was as stunning as a moonlit sea—sharp eyes, full lips, and a glint of cunning beneath the surface.

But Kent didn’t even lift his gaze from the scroll he was reading.

“Sit if you must. Stand if you want. You’ll leave soon anyway,” he said nonchalantly.

Sana blinked.

She closed the door behind her with a flick of her wrist and stepped forward. She crossed her arms under her chest, accentuating her figure.

“So cold…” she murmured. “Is this how you welcome all women who prepare feasts and get stoves blown up in your honor?”

Kent’s lips curved faintly, though not in amusement.

“I didn’t ask for the kitchen to explode.”

She gritted her teeth silently.

Still standing, she finally said in a slightly firmer voice, “You told me yesterday… to come in the morning. I’m here.”

Kent stood up.

Before she could react, he was in front of her.

With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled her by the waist, drawing her body tightly against his.

Her breath caught.

She thought he would kiss her… touch her… finally fall for her charm.

But his words dropped like ice:

“You just need some pills to treat your condition. I’ll prepare them tonight and deliver them tomorrow. You don’t need anything else. So leave.”

Then, just as quickly, he let her go and walked back.

Sana stood frozen. Humiliated. Frustrated.

She had worn her best perfume. Revealed just enough skin. Smiled just the right way. She even ordered her maids to tailor the robe tighter around the hips.

But he had dismissed her like a dusty old scroll.

Not once had his gaze lingered on her body. Not once had his expression shifted in desire.

She clenched her fists, then exhaled to regain her pride.

“Why?” she suddenly said.

Kent didn’t look up.

“Why are you not affected?” she pressed. “Do you think I don’t know my effect on men? Even precious prince Varun would die just to see me like this. But I dressed up like this for you…”

Her voice cracked just slightly.

“I dressed up for you… and you ignored me like an insect. How?”

Kent finally looked up.

His eyes—calm, stormless—met hers without a trace of lust.

He chuckled once, soft but dismissive.

“Because I’ve seen more beautiful women than you. Not just seen… I’ve loved them. Laughed with them. Bled for them. Slept beside them through war and chaos. You’re not the first who tried to seduce me.”

He stepped forward and opened the door with a casual flick of his fingers.

“And you won’t be the last.”

She stood frozen.

Her throat went dry as her pride shattered in pieces no one else could see.

Kent didn’t even look back.

“Leave.”

Sana turned slowly, her heart boiling with a cocktail of anger, rejection, and wounded dignity. She didn’t even say a word as she stepped out and disappeared into the hallway like a gust of embarrassed wind.

Kent closed the door behind her.

A long silence filled the chamber.

He walked toward the window and placed a hand against the cold coral pane.

Outside, the sea still shimmered like it always did—but something in Kent’s gaze had dulled, as though he had slipped back in time.

He let out a slow breath.

“There was a time… when a single smile from a girl would make me fumble.”

He chuckled softly, the corners of his lips raising slightly—not in joy, but in reflection.

“Back in Silver Leaf Town… there was that store girl who always tried to sleep with me. And the one who shown her lower cave to attract his attention when he tried to buy the Villa!”

A distant look passed through his eyes.

“Back then, I thought beauty was everything. A kind word… a glance… it felt like heaven.”

He looked down at his palm, at the faint lightning scar that curled from his wrist to his knuckles.

“I’ve lost too much. Gained too much. Now? Seduction doesn’t move me.”

A long pause.

“Only loyalty… only purpose… only love built on pain shared and burdens carried—that’s what I remember.”

Kent turned from the window, his cloak swaying as he returned to the table and lit a small flame under a bronze cauldron. He placed herbs with precision, his mind already calculating the pill formula for Sana’s condition.

His thoughts were focused, calm.

But somewhere in the corner of his heart—buried deep under layers of cultivation and responsibility—were those small moments from a life long gone…

The smell of ink from Silver Leaf’s bookstore.

The shy laughter of a schoolgirl brushing her hair behind her ear.

The silly, fluttery excitement of youth…

All gone.

All replaced by trials of gods and the legacy of realms.

And Kent?

Kent had become an immovable flame.

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Note: Just a look back before dwelling into action part! I’m working on new bow techniques and a new kind of ring weapons… That’s why a delay in bonus chapter. Will deliver it tomorrow… Tq for the Support!

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