Lance has faced many tough adversaries in his prime and defeated them without breaking a sweat. He was at his peak then. No sane man dares challenge him and any monster that faces him scurries off the moment he draws out his sword. But this man. This is the first man to challenge him and he's proving to become a formidable opponent. Lance hadn't had much excitement in the last six years. This was going to be some fight. His expression hardened, and he swiftly regained his composure. His initial shock turned into determination. He knew he couldn't afford to hold back against Arthur anymore. With a burst of energy, Lance lunged forward, his speed slicing through the air. He unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, each aimed at exploiting any weakness in Arthur's defenses. The crowd gasped in awe as Lance's sword danced through the air, creating a dazzling spectacle of skill and power.But Arthur was ready for him. He met Lance's attacks head-on, effortlessly parrying and
Lady Lyra stood up abruptly, her eyes wide with shock. The color drained from her face as she witnessed Lance's defeat. "I can't believe it. It's not possible," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the clamyor of the crowd. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of her seat, struggling to comprehend what she just saw."Is anything wrong?" Lily asked, concern etched on her face as she noticed her distress. Lady Lyra turned slowly towards Lily, Her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and disappointment."Everything is wrong," she hissed, her voice laced with bitterness. Lily drew her head back in shock. She was taken aback by the sudden change in Lady Lyra's demeanor. Without uttering another word, Lady Lyra turned away from Lily and swiftly made her way out of the seating area. Her footsteps echoed in the silence as she walked with a determined pace.Her mind was racing with thoughts of what Lance defeat meant for the world.The defeat of Lance signaled the rise of
In his room at the inn, Arthur shut himself away. He lay on the bed, his gaze fixed at the ceiling, lost in thoughts."What am I doing wrong?" he asked himself aloud, the words hanging heavy in the air. Doubt gnawed at his thoughts. "Did I make a mistake by stripping Lance of his hero title? Now everyone hates me. Don't they want a god? Are they so attached to the ideals of a hero?"These questions echoed in his mind as he sat up, casting his eyes toward the window. The sky stretched out before him. Suddenly, fear gripped his heart. The memories of his past life as a shut-in resurfaced, haunting him like ghostly shadows. In his past life, society had rejected and mistreated him, leaving him scarred and wounded. Bullies at school tormented him, even sending him to the hospital on one occasion.Those experiences had instilled within him a deep-seated fear of the world. This prompted him to retreat into the safety of his own solitude. As he grew older, he found solace in online pur
The Trident of Doom!A powerful magic artifact once used by the sea god, Nereus.Nereus was ruler of the ocean depths and master of the Trident of Doom. The Trident of Doom was a magnificent weapon that held immense powers over the seas. However, its influence extended far beyond the water's edge, granting control over the land as well. When Nereus met his demise, he entrusted the trident to his beloved wife, Thalassa, to safeguard its extraordinary abilities."The Trident of Doom is imbued with ten potent abilities that can shape and manipulate the elements on both sea and land," Lily explained to Arthur. They were walking far outside the city gates and walls, just she and Arthur. "And what are those abilities?" Arthur inquired.Lily shrugged. "No one knows. It has been centuries since the gods disappeared. They have become legends only told at moonlights."Arthur felt downcast. He wasn't getting anywhere with just that information. There was only one way to find out what those
Arthur slowly regained consciousness from the void darkness in his head. He groaned and muttered, "Where am I? What happened to me?" His head throbbed with pain, and his body felt heavy and restrained.As his vision cleared, he realized he was bound in chains, his arms and legs tightly secured. He tried to move, but the chains rattled and held him in place. Panic surged through him as he scanned his surroundings.He found himself in a vast, opulent court. Seating atop an imposing throne before him was a woman. She radiated authority and power. Her piercing gaze bore into him, and a look of disdain crossed her face.The throne itself was an intricate creation, adorned with coral, pearls, and shimmering crystals. It was unlike anything Arthur had ever seen. The woman, exuded an air of regality. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, interwoven with seashells and adorned with a crown that gleamed with jewels. Her piercing eyes were a striking shade of aquamarine. Arthur
The waves raged with intensity and the sky roared with thunder at the sudden transformation of Queen Thalassa.Arthur swam against the tumultuous waves, his heart pounded in his chest. "This can't be happening. What is that monster?"Colossal waves rose high into the sky and crashing down with immense force at the movement of the gigantic tentacles. Each crest seemed to tower above him, threatening to engulf him in their churning depths.The Cursed Kraken immediately turned its attention to Arthur. Its deep, booming voice echoed through the turbulent waters at Arthur. "You foolish human. You dare to challenge me? You are but a mere insect beneath my wrath."Arthur couldn't say anything back. His voice hung in his throat. He had never seen a monster with such a horrifying form. The Cursed Kraken laughed, "Let me tell you something, human. I killed Queen Thalassa the very day I attacked Aquaterra kingdom. I stole the trident of doom and took on Queen Thalassa form so I could rule th
The Devil King's army marched relentlessly towards Valoria City, their footsteps echoing through the desolate wasteland. The ground quivered beneath their massive numbers as they marched forward. The army stretched as far as the eye could see, a formidable force of over three thousand.The Devil King's army were comprised of Creatures of the darkest depths. Goblins scurried among the ranks, their beady eyes gleaming with mischief as they prepared for battle. The undead, their bones rattling with an otherworldly energy, marched with hollow purpose. Trolls, towering over their comrades, wielded immense clubs, ready to crush any resistance that dared to stand in their way. The ranks were also filled with ogres, their bulging muscles rippling beneath their tough hides, and demons, their twisted forms exuding an aura of malevolence.At the head of this fearsome army was Lady Lyra and Lord Azazel. They sat astride undead horses, their skeletal frames draped in dark robes that billowe
Lance and his companions stood outside the city gates.They formed a line, shoulder to shoulder, ready to face the Devil King's army. On the other side of the battlefield, the Devil King's army stretched out, a massive horde of darkness and malevolence. Lord Azazel and Lady Lyra exchanged glances, their attention drawn to Lance and his companions. Lord Azazel's eyes roved over Lance, his expression unimpressed by his appearance.Leaning closer to Lady Lyra, Lord Azazel whispered with a hint of disappointment, "He looks weak. I expected more."Lady Lyra glanced at Lord Azazel, her voice calm but firm. "That's because he was beaten by Arthur. What do you expect?"Lord Azazel turned his gaze towards Lance, his fiery eyes locked onto him. With a voice that carried a mixture of arrogance and challenge, he demanded, "I am Lord Azazel, a demon lord and general of the Devil King's army. We have come for Arthur. Bring him to us, Lance."Lance assessed these two closely. These were the demo