"Why do you need access to the Royal bar?" the Princess asked, her brow furrowing in confusion."Don't all nobles have entry to the royal bar?"I respond with a smile, heavy with hidden meanings. "Not me, I'm blacklisted."Her eyes, wide with curiosity and as clear as crystal, fix on me. I could smell her lovely body scent. "Why are you blacklisted?""Because I destroy every bar I visit," I confess, my voice steady."Why?" She probes further, her gaze intense yet innocent.I hesitate, pondering if it's the right moment to confide in her. Rising, I lean closer and whisper, "Wherever your Uncle Bernard extends his influence, I vow to dismantle it."Her eyes widen in shock, and by the time she processes my words, I'm already striding away.Bernard, the King's twin brother, is the mastermind behind the Babel Tragedy, having forged a pact with dark forces to seize the throne.As I walk away, the fading sunset of Babel paints the sky in hues of orange and purple.Mira and Livia are waiting
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, the morning arrives, and I find myself on a spacious bed with the beautiful Mira by my side, still lost in her slumber.We shared some lovely moments yesterday. Gazing outside, the sunlight bathes the room in a bright, warm glow, signaling a new day.I’m not ready to unveil the truth lurking behind the façade of Babel.In the virtual game I'm immersed in, the tale unfolds: In the kingdom of Babel, the crown traditionally passes to the eldest son.However, the last king had twin sons, delivered through a cesarean operation.By sheer chance, the doctor selected one twin, Adam, to be the heir, relegating his brother Bernard to a life of insignificance.This twist of fate sowed the seeds of resentment in Bernard, who believed that fate was choosing him if by normal birth procedure, he would be born first as he was on the lower part of the womb.However, the doctor conspired against him, choosing Adam to be king by taking him out first.B
I stand in the center of the arena, the ground beneath my feet vibrating with the collective anticipation of the crowd that begins to swell as my video goes viral.They come, eyes wide and mouths agape, hurling curses my way, yet none steps forward to challenge me physically."Do you know why I call you dogs?" I yell at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing against the concrete walls. "Because all of you keep barking but no one's got the guts to bite!""You! Bastard, how dare you call us dogs!" A man from the crowd bellows, his face red with fury."Oops. Sorry, I just realized, you're not dogs. Even dogs dare to bite. You lot are just lower than dogs," I taunt, drawing more ire."I will kill you," the big man screams, rage contorting his features as he jumps into the arena, sword in hand.As he charges at me, I launch a quick strike to his jaw, and he collapses to the ground with a heavy thud, knocked out cold."Alright, for all of you today, you can use any weapon you like. I'll stic
After the video went viral, the babel of media buzzed incessantly. Outsiders from the Academy began flocking to me, each one eager to challenge my newfound fame.Amid the chaos, a fat with luxury clothes man stormed in, his face contorted with fury, eyes blazing with untold wrath.“You!!! How dare you do something like this without telling me! It is totally blasphemy!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the air. As he rushed to the arena looking at me fiercely.“What?? if you didn’t like it, come here; let me hit you!” I shot back, standing my ground.“Outrage! Blasphemy to the money god!” he continued to yell. “Now you must stop all of this fighting!”“What?” I gasped, taken aback by his audacity.“All of this is supposed to be done in a bigger arena, and I will put the live show on for everyone to see. We can do a 50%:50% split of the profit from the live and advertisements,” he declared, still seething with anger. “How dare you do it for Freee!!!”“What the fuck!” My anger flar
As the enclosed area fills with powder, visibility drops to almost zero.I ignite the largest fireball I can muster and quickly teleport outside the bar. I am certain the flames will ignite the powder, causing a massive explosion.And it really happens, a loud of explosion sound could be heard.The noble bar was once a bustling hub, standing proudly upright.But now, as its foundation crumbles, the entire structure shakes violently. People are rushing out, their faces pale with terror, as they witness the building trembling.From a distance, I secretly activate my earth ability to further destabilize the building, causing it to sway ominously from side to side.The ground beneath it shudders, and soon, everything collapses into a heap of rubble. Fortunately, no one is inside except for the formidable red monster.Suddenly, amid the debris, there is a small movement. A massive red monster with horns struggles to free itself. One horn is broken, as is one of its arms.Around the fallen
At the night, Princess Sophia is kissing me hungrily, taking more life energy from my kiss.“I don’t know, Why Alex, but I keep thinking about you and I know we cannot have sex before my marriage but.” Princess opens her clothes.“If we do it now, you have to promise me you win the tournament, or you and I need to elope.”“Don’t worry. I will win the tournament for you.” I said confidently.“I don’t think I can control this craving of more.” Sophia says and our lips meet, igniting a spark that envelops both Sophia and me in a captivating embrace, leaving her spellbound and me completely absorbed in the moment.Following our intense kiss, I remove my shirt, displaying my chiseled physique complete with defined abs. Sophia admires this, gently tracing her fingers over my muscles, feeling their strength."I've longed for this moment," Sophia whispers softly while biting her lips."And I've always been captivated by your beauty," I reply, helping Sophia with her inner clothes, interspersi
I stand alone in the expansive arena, the weight of impending battles of tournament pressing down on me.Around me, the vast space buzzes with the anticipation of the crowd, waiting for any challenger to step forward.Soon after enduring twenty days and nights of relentless fighting alone on the arena, I am determined to emerge victorious in all the encounters.‘Yes, my initial plan was exactly that.’However, my new friend Procas, the organizer of this grand tournament and the mastermind behind its profits, disagrees with me.He argues, "Many people desire their local nobles to win the tournament and claim the kingship. They crave a competition among the nobility themselves."Thus, the event transforms into a true tournament—a one-on-one battle format that draws participants from across the Babel planet. Every noble, high or low, can either enter personally or send their finest knights to represent them.This unique tournament, now the only one of its kind, is set to span two months
In the morning, as I awaken, I find Princess Sophia and Mira still deep in slumber. The remnants of last night linger, sweet yet exhausting.With my fight looming just five hours away, I am looking something to waste my time.I decide to prepare breakfast for them while simultaneously accessing Sariel with my Rank 2 permission.This level of access allows me to dispatch spheres from Babel to Earth through the gate.These spheres will act as ambassadors, gathering information, offering assistance, and fostering collaboration.It's like I could ask a personal external mission from within the confines of Babel to outside.Although I can carry out certain tasks with Rank 2, full utilization of Babel's technologies and resources requires Rank 1 permission.I diligently type commands into Sariel, preparing for the moment I attain Rank 1.Right now, I'm organizing all the tasks, and Sariel will only perform specific tasks within the constraints of my current permissions.Once I upgrade, Sari