Life Number 0-Chapter 35: Kingdom of Arkanis l

Claude rushed forward in a frenzy, his eyes fixed on his reflection in the ornately carved golden pillar as he touched his face, confirming the sensation... "Damn... My face is completely smooth."He quickly turned his head toward egologia, who stood as if the matter held no significance to him. "Your healing ability... How?"Egologia smiled, enjoying the reaction... "My pockets aren’t empty, dear sir. You see it, don’t you? I even erased your old scars. At the very least, you’ll look properly noble now. The noblewomen will love it." Claude narrowed his eyes... "This power... It could benefit the kingdom. It could revolutionize—" But egologia waved his hand dismissively. "Oh... Hold on, hold on!! Don’t go telling me—keep it a secret. Leave it to me. As you can see, I know when to reveal... and when to vanish."Then he crossed his arms and asked: "Well then, tell me... Are you from a noble lineage?" "Huh?! How could you not know that? Are you joking? Where do you live? How could you not—?"Egologia laughed lightly, cutting him off... "Nah, I mean... just processing. Sometimes, this is how a noble knight is... It’s just amusing." Claude raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?" Suddenly—something pierced the atmosphere. A swift wind rushed through the corridor, hurried, tense, as if heralding a storm. Claude and egologia turned sharply! "Damn... What was that?" [Claude]"What now?" [Egologia] "Who is it?" Egologia narrowed his eyes, but Claude recognized it instantly. "It’s Kaspar... I’ll catch up to him."’?’ At the hall’s entrance, nobles were filing out one by one, their steps measured—but the movement that cut through their ranks was anything but. Kaspar arrived in a flash, darting between them like a fleeting spark, landing firmly with a mix of urgency and fear in his gaze. The crowd stared at him in shock, but his voice shattered the silence. "Your Majesty!!" *??!"The destructive entity [Howard The Collapse]... He’s in the capital’s streets right now."Silence fell for a moment. Then—everything collapsed. Breaths hitched, eyes widened, and thoughts raced through their minds as if they had all plunged into an abyss at once. Then, the king blinked. "Howard... After all this time. So, he has come."It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even an exclamation. It was a simple truth, written since time immemorial. The politicians exchanged glances. One turned toward the windows, half-expecting to see the city’s lights shift. Morgan... "I’ll go." He said it calmly, but his voice was like a dagger in the void. "You won’t go alone." Morgan turned to him, something in his gaze resisting—but the king had already made his decision. "Take your three sons with you. Only you can drive him away... and make sure he doesn’t do anything reckless."Morgan didn’t argue. There, in the heart of a grand plaza, stood a massive figure—blackened muscles, taut flesh, his head slightly tilted as if listening to something no one else could hear. A towering body clad in thick black fur, one eye red and the other gray. Dark metal armor, weighted and strapped to his frame with leather bindings. At the center of his chest hung a circular medallion, etched with cryptic symbols, a testament to an oath none dared to break. His grip tightened around an axe that seemed an extension of himself, his other hand—never trembling. He wasn’t attacking. He wasn’t killing. He wasn’t destroying. But neither was he waiting. He was simply calling. Not just a roar—but a declaration, an open will, an explicit command: "Come to me... Or else, I will come to you." "Your kingdom trembles," his hollow voice echoed. "It can no longer stand. It can no longer rule without loss. So, I have come."* He had come to decide whether this kingdom deserved to endure... or if its time had ended. At the massive gate where they confronted him, Claude, having just arrived, watched as his father Morgan strode past. He walked as if the earth itself parted for him—then, without hesitation, shoved Claude aside with his shoulder, as if his own son were nothing but a pebble on the road, and continued forward. Claude didn’t move. A coldness seeped into his skin—the chill of disregard. He stared at his father’s back for a moment, then clenched his fist, gathering his wavering voice to say: "My lord... I’m coming with you."It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a plea. He had to declare it himself. But Morgan... did not respond. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow his steps. He didn’t turn. He kept walking, as if the words had never been spoken. Claude felt something ignite inside him. Anger? No, not anger. If he were angry, he would have run ahead and forced his father to acknowledge him. But he didn’t. Sorrow? No, not sorrow either. If he were sorrowful, he would have looked down, would have felt regret—but he didn’t. So, what was this feeling? Was it emptiness? No, emptiness isn’t heavy. Yet he felt an unbearable weight, a pressure crushing his chest—heavier than when his body had been broken and his face scarred. His lips parted as if to say something more, but no words came out. Morgan, at the final threshold, paused for a moment. He didn’t turn. He didn’t raise his voice. But he said: "Stay where you are... child."even that of the one always deemed the strongest, Valeras... perished... in a way no one understood." Silan furrowed his brows and asked, ’What does this fool think he is? A cow like him?’ "Fish. fish! His guts were torn apart between shit-fish fangs, despite all that everyone believed about him." Morgan was no fool; he knew what Howard was trying to convey. He took a deep breath, the hot air entered his lungs, but it wasn’t suffocating, it wasn’t harsh..."I’m alive."At that moment, that alone was enough."And as I expected, this body is cursed, cursed by fire... like the boy’s condition, and there’s something wrong with that, but the important thing is that he saved me, the fire did that."But then—a sound. A deafening screech tore through the silence, the grinding of rocks against rocks, a low roar building like distant tidal waves. Except they weren’t distant. The Ocean’s Grasp, the colossal entity they had thought defeated, was not lifeless after all. Its massive body stirred, its void-like eyes burning with pure, unrelenting hatred. "It’s impossible! How... how are we going to deal with this thing?" one of the Magins cried out, panic lacing their voice. The entity glowed faintly, blue sparks flickering between its layers, illuminating its massive, decaying form. It began to rise, its movements slow but deliberate, its jaw opening wide. Inside, a dark, icy vortex swirled, a gravitational point of pure malice. "What’s the plan, damn it? Gamora is nowhere to be found, How to close a Chapter in WebNovelclose a Chapter in WebNovel, he said: "So, did you come here to talk to me about death? Or understand... how could there be nothing left? How did it all end this way? The wind rushed past him as he leaped, landing with his golden weight before the surviving leaders and magins. The Magins quickly knelt, as did the two leaders, Darmin and Claude. Conflicting emotions overwhelmed them—terror, loss, the haunting scene before them, and the grim realization that the war was over... but at what cost? Morgan slowly turned his head, his piercing eyes scanning the ruins. The tow other unconscious leaders.A terrain completely wiped out. The guards’ corpses, limbs torn off. The beasts, crushed and scattered like broken toys. "Lift your head."

was a devastating explosion, born from a combined strike between Morgan and Howard’s axe. Dust rose in all directions, thick and laden with earth fragments that had been carved out by the violent impact.

wondered: ’Where...? Where could you be, a man like you, destined to rest in gold?’

He wasn’t asking about Valeras’ location. He wasn’t seeking an answer. He was trying to axe. It had drained much of his strength, and now, after gripping his fists tightly, he found himself staring at the scene before him—the two young men embedded in the ground, after his fists had fallen like two massive meteors, their weight seemingly affecting the very core of the planet.

He stood amidst the dust, his eyes tracking every movement. Then, he saw something... He did not hesitate. He shot forward directly towards it, slicing through the dense gray clouds, then suddenly—he burst out of them, but this time, he was not the attacker...

In the sky, his body was being hurled 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Howard, immediately after the explosion, no longer cared about controlling the something else, Howard?" Howard roared, then continued: "I came to see if you’rs ready... to bear the consequences of kings." Morgan stepped forward, one step at a time, his voice steady: "I didn’t expect this, Howard. I thought you’d disappeared with those whose time has passed. Some still consider you nothing but a destructive entity." Howard smiled—or so it seemed behind his thick black fur. He lifted his axe slightly, testing its weight, then said: "You’ve grown, Golden Boy. You didn’t come alone, either." He raised his axe high, hurling