Two days after the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering…
The once bustling War God Temple now stood empty, except for the lingering energy of the battles that had raged within its sacred grounds.
The disciples, warriors, and visitors who had flocked to the blessed land had all left, their minds still reeling from the events they had witnessed.
Yet, amidst the silence, one figure remained—Kent, the young man who had emerged from the Gathering with the War God’s inheritance.
Kent’s thoughts drifted back to the task ahead. About the war between families, about the Trident Summit, about the spirit realm. He had much to do, and even more to prove.
But for now, as the Blue Planet buzzed with tales of his might, Kent knew he needed to stay focused.
News of Kent’s extraordinary feats had spread like wildfire across the Blue Planet, igniting excitement and speculation. The clips of his battles, his transformation into a golden-winged lion, and his final triumph over the other realm disciples were shared and reshared, each retelling growing more fantastical than the last.
The truth of his deeds was being overshadowed by the myths that began to take on a life of their own.
In the cities and towns of the Blue Planet, people gathered in excited clusters, discussing the newest sensation—Kent Hall. The name, once unknown, now sparked awe and reverence. Whispers filled the air, each rumor more outrageous than the last.
“I heard he grew as tall as a mountain and crushed the disciples of the other realms with a single step!”
“No, no, that’s not true! He turned into a massive beast and devoured them all whole!”
“Did you see the pictures of him in battle? I swear, he was covered in golden lightning, wings sprouting from his back like some kind of divine creature.”
It was not only the common folk who were captivated by these stories. The powerful families of the Blue Planet and beyond were also caught in the frenzy.
In the grand halls of the Wizard Association, scribes hurried to publish articles and release video clips that detailed every moment of Kent’s battles. The Association was keen to claim a connection to the rising legend, emphasizing that Kent was a distant relative and secret disciple of the Supreme Sword Magus.
Yet, for all the attention and praise, there was another side to the legend that was beginning to take shape.
The other realms, whose disciples had returned empty-handed from the blessed land, were seething with envy and frustration. The fact that none of their champions had received the War God’s inheritance was a bitter pill to swallow. But no one dared to question, Jason who is the reason for their doom.
But the true impact of Kent’s sudden rise was felt in the powerful circles where marriage proposals and alliances were discussed.
The Supreme Sword Magus, who declared Kent as distant relative and secret disciple, was suddenly receiving an influx of messages from prominent families, all seeking to tie their fortunes to Kent.
Offers of marriage poured in from across realms, each more tempting than the last. And it wasn’t just the families—powerful women, warriors, and sorceresses who had seen the clips of Kent’s battles, in awe of his strength and transformation, began to make inquiries.
Revealing his bare body, attracted several feminine gazes. Thankfully, he didn’t remove his Beast Veil Mask.
But as the world around him erupted in chaos and admiration, Kent remained in the blessed land, unaware of the growing legend that bore his name.
Outside the temple, the Blue Planet continued to buzz with excitement and speculation. The Wizard Association released more articles, more clips, each one adding fuel to the fire. The name Kent Hall was now on everyone’s lips, a figure shrouded in mystery, his face hidden behind the beast veil mask he had worn during his battles.
In the midst of all this, one thing became clear: Kent’s life had changed forever. The world had turned its gaze upon him, and with that came both opportunity and danger.
Kent stood atop a high tower, overlooking the vast expanse of the blessed land. His thoughts were a storm, much like the battles he had fought.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the tension in his muscles.
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Lost in thought, Kent didn’t notice the Supreme Sword Magus approaching until the man spoke.
“You’re the talk of the realms. Stories of your deeds are spreading like wildfire. Marriage proposals, inquiries from powerful women… it’s almost amusing.” ” The Sword Magus said, his voice as steady as the blade he wielded.
Kent turned to face him, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Amusing? More like exhausting. I didn’t ask for any of this.”
The Magus chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “Fame rarely comes to those who seek it, but it seems to find those who are worthy. You’ve proven yourself in the eyes of many. It’s no wonder they’re intrigued.”
“Intrigued by a name, by rumors. They don’t know me, they don’t know the battles I fought or the reasons behind them.” Kent replied, his tone bitter.
The Sword Magus’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on Kent’s shoulder. “True, but that’s the nature of legends. They grow beyond the person they are about. You can’t control what people say, but you can control how you respond to it.”
Kent nodded slowly, understanding the wisdom in the Magus’s words. “What of these marriage proposals? Surely, you don’t expect me to entertain them?”
The Magus laughed, a sound that echoed through the vast sky. “Of course not. We’ll handle them, don’t worry. But Kent, you must prepare yourself. The attention you’ve garnered will only grow. The other realms are burning with envy and curiosity.
They want to know why their disciples failed and why you succeeded.”
“I didn’t succeed because of luck,” Kent said, his voice firm.
“And that’s precisely why you’re a legend now,” the Magus replied. “But remember, legends can be both a shield and a sword. Use it wisely.”