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Chapter 440: Emperor of the Ashen Flame
"Long time no see, Misha."
A deep, resonant voice echoed from the summit of the Altar.
Misha’s eyes shimmered, her golden irises flickering with dancing flames. Her delicate features lit up with unmistakable excitement.
"It’s the King!" she whispered, barely containing her joy.
Yet she suppressed the surge of emotion, gracefully descending from midair. Following Imperial protocol, she bowed her head slightly and stepped forward, one deliberate step at a time, ascending the grand staircase.
Finally, the story begins!
Xia Ye Qiu Yu thought to herself, heart pounding.
Now it was time—Audience with the Emperor, the Ascension of the Dragon Oath Mage.
The three Players quickly turned, matching her pace as they followed behind. But their curiosity got the better of them—glancing upward, stealing fleeting glances.
At the very end of the endless staircase, atop the highest point of the Altar, sat a towering throne carved with intricate dragon motifs.
Upon it sat a man draped in crimson rich robes, a mithril crown set with glowing gemstones adorning his head. His face was sharp and handsome, his pale golden vertical pupils deep and unfathomable.
He sat casually, hand resting on his cheek, yet even that effortless posture radiated an aura of intimidation so potent that mere presence made one feel compelled to bow in worship.
—This was Kai Xiusu’s true form.
The moment he stepped into view, the world seemed to pause. Everything around him bent toward his presence, as if the universe itself revolved around him.
Like a divine being walking among mortals.
Misha froze.
Even the Players stood motionless, struck dumb by the sheer force of his aura.
Under the combined effects of Supernatural Charisma and Supremacy of Imperial Authority, Kai Xiusu’s presence could suppress the will of any opponent—his mere presence a battlefield in itself.
"Welcome," Kai Xiusu said with a gentle smile, "to you, the Stellarfallen who have passed the Trial, the Dragon Oath Mages of Empire Future."
He released the overwhelming aura, his gaze sweeping over the three Players. He gave a slight nod.
Kai Xiusu had expected thirteen candidates to pass. But Misha’s Trial had been so merciless that only three had survived.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu. Art Is Explosion. Ai Long Ru Feng.
Names that echoed across past lives—legendary figures, masters of their craft.
The first two were unquestionably top-tier Mage Players.
But the third—Ai Long Ru Feng—left Kai Xiusu slightly baffled.
While the man’s power was undeniable, his fame stemmed from a different kind of legend altogether.
"Your Majesty has grown even more powerful!" Misha’s heart raced. She kept her head low, unable to meet his eyes, yet her spirit soared.
Ever since her journey to the Elemental Plane of Fire, she hadn’t seen the King. She hadn’t even attended the grand Coronation Ceremony—something that had left her heart heavy with regret.
Now, at last, she stood before him again—granted an audience.
"Wow…"
"Whoa… How can a model be this perfect? That aura… it’s unreal…"
Xia Ye Qiu Yu murmured to herself, still recovering from the mental lock she’d been under. She stole a cautious glance, eyes darting sideways.
"Thank goodness!"
"With the High Heat Fire of a Dragon Oath Mage, we can finally help our Guild’s top-tier player forge Aluminum Alloy Mechanized Armor!"
Art Is Explosion beamed, euphoria flooding his face.
Ai Long Ru Feng, though visibly excited, felt a strange emptiness deep within.
"Why isn’t it a dragon body?"
"Damn it… I really want to touch Master Kai Xiusu’s tail…"
Kai Xiusu studied Misha—now appearing to be fifteen or sixteen. He saw the glowing [Challenge Level: 14] above her head and sighed, a wistful smile tugging at his lips.
No wonder she was a Boss from a past life.
This natural talent was terrifying.
Just one year had passed, and her power had skyrocketed like a wildfire arrow. Rumors even spread across the Elemental Plane—whispers of a legend: Misha was the daughter of Kai Xiusu, the Emperor of the Ashen Flame, and a noble Fire Titan.
With a quiet chuckle, Kai Xiusu said,
"Misha, your progress is remarkable. More than I even expected. In just one year… you’ve reached this level."
"Your Majesty," Misha replied humbly, head still bowed, "this is all thanks to your Bestowal."
Hearing her words, the three Players were stunned.
One year?!
That meant Misha had become a Dragon Oath Mage long before they even entered Ailezegai as Sorcerers!
And in that single year—she had become a true Boss, capable of wiping out dozens of elite Players in full party combat, even taming a Fire Elemental Elder!
What kind of faction subclass is this?!
They didn’t know—during those twelve months, the Empire of Ashen had poured resources into Misha like a flood: endless Fire-element Magic Crystals, spell scrolls, Spirit Medicines—each one thrown at her without restraint.
Still not impressed?
Kai Xiusu watched their varied expressions, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Then, with solemn gravity, he delivered the long-prepared words.
"Stellarfallen. You have completed the Trial of the Tower of Conflagration. You have proven your strength and loyalty to me."
"Therefore, I grant you the True Dragon Power."
Casually, he raised his hand.
"Just like this."
Boom!
A maelstrom erupted—raging flames, endless seas of fire, falling meteorites, and blazing celestial bodies materialized in the sky, painting a living canvas of cataclysm.
Armies were annihilated. Cities burned to ash. Rivers dried up. The earth cracked open.
The Players heard the deafening boom, the crumbling of structures, the screams of the terrified—chaos unfurling before their eyes.
"Dragon! It’s a dragon!" someone screamed.
Yet Kai Xiusu’s voice cut through the noise, clear and commanding.
"Cataclysm.
Revere this. This is the strength I, Emperor of the Empire of Ashen, bestow upon you.
It can bring ruin… but also rebirth."
"But all power demands a price. You must learn restraint. Mastery."
He clenched his fist.
Silence.
The fire vanished like mist. The meteors dissolved into nothing. The sky returned to stillness.
The world around them—once consumed by destruction—now stood silent, pristine once more. The Altar exhaled its usual solemn grace. The sound of flowing water returned.
"...!"
The three Players stood open-mouthed, utterly speechless.
Could such devastation… truly be the product of a single individual’s strength?
On the throne, the man with black hair and golden eyes lowered his hand. He sighed softly.
"The sun sleeps deep. Stars fall. Moonlight dims.
Endless warfires burn across the Feiansuo Continent. Bloodshed and massacre will define the era of Ailezegai.
The world is changing. And the peace of the Empire of Ashen cannot last forever."
"To face what is coming, the Empire needs more strength.
To carry out my will, to restore true rational order to this world—more champions are needed."
Kai Xiusu fixed his gaze upon them, his pale golden eyes glowing faintly.
"And you, Stellarfallen… you are worthy.
You shall be my Representative. The First Sorcerer of the Empire. The Dragon Oath Mage."
"So tell me…
Are you ready?"
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