Lord of Entertainment-Chapter 291: Divine Tsukoyomi

The rose petals binding him crumbled under the sheer pressure of his transformation, vanishing into the air like dust.

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly in response. 'He can use the Primal Morningstar transformation too?' He studied Luke's form, curious. 'But... it's unrefined. It's nowhere near the level of my own Primal Morningstar... Even so, his body has broken past Supreme Mortal and is brushing against Demi-God tier.'

He exhaled slowly, calm as ever, as his eyes locked onto the towering demonic figure before him.

Luke's feral grin widened, and without warning, he lunged forward. His speed ripped through the air, exceeding the speed of sound. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Arthur and drove a brutal punch into his abdomen.

Arthur's body was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing through the stone wall with a thunderous crack. The entire hall shook as debris crumbled around the impact site. Gasps erupted from the royal guards and guests outside, some instinctively stepping back.

High in the air, Luke flared his wings and surged forward again, following up with a barrage of punches, his laughter echoing.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! I won't kill you, Arthur! You're still far too useful to me!" he bellowed in triumph, eyes glowing with madness.

It all felt real—too real.

Yet, while Luke continued his relentless assault, believing he was dominating the fight, the truth was far from it.

Back in the royal office, Arthur remained standing calmly, untouched—his eyes glowing crimson, the tomoe of his Sharingan spinning slowly.

A faint smile played on his lips.

"Divine Tsukuyomi," he whispered.

Luke—still roaring, still swinging wildly—was trapped deep inside the illusion world. Everything he thought he was doing, everything he thought he was seeing, was all a fabrication.

This illusion was flawless, and Luke didn't even realize it.

Arthur's gaze remained sharp as he studied his opponent.

'He doesn't even know he's lost control...' he thought.

This was possible because Arthur possessed a far superior mental level compared to Luke—sharpened by rigorous training and enhanced further by the Divine System.

His Sharingan, once already formidable, had been upgraded through divine enhancement—infusing it with divine power and elevating it beyond its original capabilities. It was no longer just an eye of illusion and perception, but a divine instrument of control and clarity—making it nearly impossible for someone like Luke to resist its influence.

Arthur's eyes remained calm, but behind those glowing crimson irises, his Sharingan was doing more than just creating illusions—it was reading Luke's mind.

And what he saw within stunned even him.

Luke's true strength, when fully unleashed, was terrifying. In the illusion, Arthur had witnessed the king shatter the castle's magical defenses with a single strike, lift "Arthur" by the neck, and soar into the sky with such force that the clouds parted and the sky turned ominously dark. That sheer destructive power could easily kill his two dragons in one punch.

Arthur knew—if it weren't for his Sharingan, enhanced by the Divine System, this confrontation might have turned catastrophic. Even though he had the strength to suppress Luke now, a full-on physical clash would've shaken the entire kingdom.

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Inside the illusion, Luke had spent hours brutalizing Arthur's image—hours of victorious strikes, domination, and satisfaction. But eventually, his instincts began to whisper that something was wrong. His blows started to feel weightless, his triumph hollow. And then, like a curtain being pulled back, the world around him shifted—returning him to the royal office in an instant.

His eyes shot open, drenched in sweat, and his breath came in ragged gasps. Across from him, Arthur stood calmly, completely untouched, as if nothing had happened at all.

Luke's body trembled. He could feel the last remnants of his energy fading away. The time limit for his Primal Morningstar form had ended, and his body reverted to its normal state.

Still gasping, he pointed a shaky finger at Arthur, his voice strained with disbelief. "Y-You... You used a high-level mental illusion technique on me...?"

Arthur slipped his hands casually into his pockets and gave a small, amused chuckle.

Luke collapsed backward, falling onto his seat with a heavy thud. His eyes, wide with shock, were locked on Arthur. 'His strength... His control... It's beyond me now. That brat—when I exiled him, he was nothing but a weak child. And now... he can completely fool me without lifting a finger?'

Arthur turned toward the door. As he walked away, his voice echoed softly but coldly. "I'm not the same person you cast out all those years ago. Whatever you're plotting—forget it. You'll never reach what I've built... and you'll never take what's mine."

Luke clenched his fists, his jaw tight with frustration. Then, with a roar of helpless rage, he slammed his hand against the floor—the marble beneath his palm cracking and splintering from the blow.

All he could do now... was watch Arthur disappear beyond the door.

Luke's eyes flared with fury as he saw the Fallen Stars finally beginning to stir. His voice boomed across the chamber.

"Useless fools! Get up, you incompetent bastards!"

The Fallen Stars jolted upright, still dazed from their earlier defeat. They immediately dropped to their knees before their king, their heads bowed low in shame.

Gripping the edge of his desk for support, Luke stood up weakly, his breathing heavy. "Send word to the Hidden Stars—cease all surveillance and investigation on Arthur's company and his research facilities... That boy is far beyond anything we anticipated."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the Fallen Stars chorused before vanishing in a blink, their figures flickering out of the room.

Luke exhaled slowly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. The sheer shock of what he had experienced still lingered in his bones. Never in his life had he imagined Arthur would grow to such a degree.

"That brat... he's stronger than Azazel now? How in the seven hells is that even possible?" he muttered, pacing slowly across the room.

He clenched his jaw. He hadn't even used his full strength, nor did he reveal the deeper layers of his trump cards, but even then... Arthur had overpowered him with ease—and worse, subdued him with a high-level mental illusion spell that he couldn't even sense or break.

"That's not normal... no ordinary technique could bypass my defenses like that..." Luke whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

"I was a fool to think I could pull him back with sentiment, or pressure him through brute force..." Luke muttered bitterly. "No... if I want any access to his technologies, I'll have to do it through diplomacy. I have to negotiate like a civilized king."

He wiped a thin streak of blood from the corner of his mouth.

But what Luke didn't realize... was that Arthur had already predicted this exact outcome.