Book Four [ Chaos ]

  It was time for seriousness to begin as blood fell from the sky announcing grief and mourning for the souls of the dead, and the primordial lands opened for battle over the throne, narrating the feats of the past between blood, tears, and pure souls that fought in silence, heroes who were not like heroes, and devils who played their roles to preserve the world without approval. This is the story of the struggle for the throne that everyone fights for the sake of one goal regardless of the methods, where death accompanies each of them, the throne becomes their supreme and most important dream, and conspiracies and plans become nothing but a fragile force before the true absolute power.

  [ Prepare yourselves for a journey that will not be repeated aboard my book filled with secrets, wonder, and a touch of the experience that has accumulated within me during this period ]

  { It is time for the beginning of the real story }

  Book Four:- Chapter 84 { Weekly Tax ! }

  On the outskirts of a massive city, massive to the degree that makes the Forgotten City merely a small village. The population alone easily exceeded 20 million with a huge army of forces and many large families and prominent figures.

  In this city, in every inch of it, you would smell the scent of ash, and on its edges specifically there was a small village where the smell of iron and ash filled the air with a murky atmosphere that made breathing difficult, yet those here were used to it, and the reason was that it was a city of blacksmiths. In every inch, every corner, on the main streets, and even in its most luxurious houses, you would see the fires of forging and the smell of molten iron within them, even underground.

  Welcome to the City of Iron and Fire, which was the birthplace of one of the most important figures throughout history, the Eternal Blacksmith who led the last campaign against the "Primordial Lands". But this blacksmith was now in his infancy, small and without value, even completely a failure when it came to forging.

  In one of the dilapidated houses where the sounds of hammering rose and the temperature of the air increased, inside sat a young man of medium build with a gaze full of determination and a clearly defined face, yet ordinary and carrying nothing of handsomeness. Erin, or what was known as the Eternal Failure who was not seen once every million years. Yes, a failure, not the Eternal Blacksmith.

  Clang.

  Clang.

  Clang.

  The young man struck the piece of metal before him again and again while being extremely focused.

  Crack.

  Suddenly the metal shattered and split into two halves.

  " This ! , what exactly is wrong ? , why does this happen to me every time ? , and why me specifically ?! , it's not like I'm stronger than this damned metal to break it with a few strikes " Erin became annoyed, threw the hammer aside, and went out to breathe some fresh air even though it did not exist in this village.

  ...

  " The Eternal Blacksmith " Ian opened his eyes from the strange memories that attacked his head " does this mean that the 'Supreme' is the Eternal Blacksmith ".

  Ian thought silently when a weak voice interrupted his thoughts and drove him out of his strange memories " Lord !"

  Yassin – Ian was surprised and quickly asked – how are you ? , and what happened to you and who is this Heavenly Monarch? –

  " Calm down Lord , we are fine , although we lost some individuals but I promise you before you return they will be fine again " said Yassin with confidence.

  Ian frowned – Yassin I want you to inform me of the complete situation –

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  " I cannot Lord because I am communicating with you with extreme difficulty , you just need to be reassured and do not forget your original mission ".

  Ian frowned.

  " Lord I know what worries you but remember you left capable people here , trust us a little and do not forget your mission " said Yassin and before Ian could reply he continued " sorry Lord but the call ends here but I will try to contact you more to inform you of the developments ".

  Ian's frown deepened " alright I will try to return as fast as I can ".

  " We await you Lord " said Yassin and the connection was cut.

  ....

  World of Wonders

  North

  Titan Village.

  Yassin , Chris , and Yora were with the donkey where Yassin sat whispering in the donkey's ear for a while before pulling his head back and sighing " it is done ".

  " Really " the duo was surprised as they did not expect communication between worlds to be this easy.

  " It is one of the Hero's features " Yassin smiled but the bitterness in his voice increased.

  " What is wrong ? " asked Chris.

  " You will regret this " the donkey suddenly said which drew all their eyes.

  " You speak ? " Yora asked completely shocked.

  " I am a spirit beast and this is natural , even ordinary beasts at a certain stage can speak " said the donkey and looked at the sky " they have sensed our location and they will come soon ".

  " Who ? " Chris frowned.

  The donkey did not respond , he looked at Yassin silently.

  Yassin sighed " I will tell you later , the important thing now is that I promised the Lord that everything will return as it was even the dead and for that we must open the Gate of Death and even restore the empty Den to work again ".

  " But it was completely destroyed " Yora frowned , the Heavenly Monarch absorbed all of its essence and it was no longer capable of reproducing anything.

  " There is no need to worry there is a solution for every problem " determination flashed in Yassin's eyes as he led them towards the empty Den and along the road the lands of Titan were filled with craters and signs of destruction to the right and left and the morale was at rock bottom.

  Soon the trio arrived in front of the Empty Den and then Yassin began speaking in an ancient language.

  " Curse Arts " Chris was surprised.

  " It is not arts " the donkey said calmly " curses are a dominating language and it is a special means of communication between a certain group of individuals or arts as you say but its origin is actually a supreme power without equal ".

  " Why didn't he use it in the battle then ? " Chris asked again.

  " Because humans are not capable of using it without a great sacrifice " said the donkey " like what is happening now ".

  ** Your subordinate Yassin has sacrificed the corpse of the Heavenly Monarch to open a gate to the World of Death **

  In front of the group the gate of the World of Death opened once again.

  " It is time for our dead to return and for our forces to witness an unprecedented promotion within their ranks " said Yassin while strange signs of weakness appeared on him.

  " Are you alright ? ".

  " Yes, do not worry , we just need to,, , , , ,

  " General there is a guest outside and he is very strong " a soldier came running and on his face were signs of terror.

  " Strong!!!!! , to what extent ? " Chris frowned.

  " Fourth Level !!!! ".

  ...

  On the borders of Titan stood a middle aged man with a calm face and peaceful expressions , wearing simple clothes and standing comfortably but this man carried the aura of the Fourth Level which is attributed to the giants of the Province of Horrors and its strongest individuals who live above everyone in complete contradiction with his clothes and his simple stance.

  " Welcome " Chris and Yassin arrived and the former clasped his hands while Yassin was surprised " The Secret Temple !!!! ".

  " Oh someone recognizes us !, I did not expect that especially from a nascent place like this " the man laughed " anyway since you know my identity then you know the reason for my arrival ".

  " Of course " Yassin gritted his teeth " please follow me ".

  Chris frowned at the strange situation but he did not ask , he suddenly did not understand why a Fourth Level person was visiting their village ? And why now among all times ? , and why did Yassin know his identity ? , and why that disturbed expression on his face ? , but he would know soon when the man entered the village warehouse and took half of what they owned.

  " You have many things for a nascent village " the man laughed as he left " I will return next week for another payment ".

  " Who are they ? " said Chris while resisting drawing his sword.

  " I know what you feel but " Yassin sighed while staring at the man's back admitting that he could hear them because of his high level " he is from the Secret Temple the strongest force in the entire southern continent where we and millions of other villages towns and cities exist within a full thousand provinces including the Province of Horrors , and every force that reaches the level of an advanced village must present their weekly respect to them by handing over half of their spoils ".

  " You are joking !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  " No this is the truth , otherwise how do they grow stronger and prevent you from increasing your strength so their rule over the entire continent continues , try to resist and they will flatten you , in the Secret Temple the Fourth Level is merely an average force there are even the Fifth and Sixth Level , , , just one of them is capable of flattening the entire continent , Chris do not act recklessly the Lord entrusted us with the village and he must return to find it better than it was ".

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