In the grand hall of the Doom Palace, King Hoon Doom sat before the dining table, surrounded by delicious foods. But he is not in the mood to eat them. His furrowed brows and clenched fists revealed the immense frustration boiling within him.
Before him, the glass orb hovered in the air, its misty light flickering as the Palace Master’s face appeared.
“Palace Master, what in the heavens is going on? How can you allow anyone to construct such a massive teleportation gate? This is madness!” King Hoon’s voice thundered across the room. His eyes bore into the image of the Palace Master. “Do you understand the scale? Such a gate could bring an entire army, millions of people, in one go!
You expect us to build this monstrosity in two weeks?”
The Palace Master remained calm, his peaceful face undisturbed by the king’s outburst. “King Doom, they have every right to build whatever they want on their land. They have the resources, the wealth, and most importantly, the Emperor’s seal of approval. The young masked man has already agreed to the conditions laid out. Now, I ask you, can you meet this deadline?”
King Doom’s expression tightened as he struggled to contain his frustration. “This is an impossible task. Building a teleportation gate of such magnitude would take months, not two weeks! What madness have you involved us in?” he growled, standing up from seat.
Before the Palace Master could respond, Princess Chuli, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward. She first paused the communication and gently placed her hand on her father’s arm, her voice smooth yet persuasive.
“Father, let us reconsider this,” she said with a thoughtful look. “This is an opportunity for us. If we control this teleportation gate, we control the lifeline of their entire city. The costs may be high, but think of the benefits. We will own the gate, and they will be reliant on us.”
King Hoon Doom, his eyes still blazing with irritation, stared at his daughter. “Chuli, do you understand what you are asking? We don’t have the manpower or the time to complete this construction. The resources alone would—”
“Father,” Chuli interrupted with a determined tone, “we are not the ones spending the wealth here. They are. If they want this monstrosity built in two weeks, then we make them pay. Demand five times the construction cost. It will fill our royal treasury, and they’ll have no choice but to agree if they are desperate enough.”
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The King paused, pondering his daughter’s words. His mind raced through the possibilities. If they could extract such a hefty price, it could turn the entire situation in their favor. His frustration subsided slightly as Chuli’s logic sank in.
After a long silence, King Doom gave a resolute nod. With that decision made, he reactivated the glass orb, reconnecting the communication with the Palace Master.
“We will agree to their condition,” King Doom began, his voice now steadier but still filled with a commanding presence. “But tell that masked fool that if they want this teleportation gate completed in two weeks, they will have to pay five times the total construction cost.”
The Palace Master’s eyes widened slightly in shock. “Five times? King Doom, the cost of building a teleportation gate of this size is already astronomical! Asking for five times that amount—”
“You heard me correctly, Palace Master,” King Doom cut him off, his voice firm and unyielding. “If they don’t agree, we won’t allow the gate to be constructed. And if you insist on opposing us, I won’t hesitate to involve the Queen Mother in this matter.”
With that final declaration, King Doom disconnected the orb without waiting for a response.
Princess Chuli smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the table. “You handled that well, Father. That masked fool will cry after hearing our request.”
King Hoon Doom shook his head. “I’m still uneasy about this. Why would that masked fool want to build such a massive teleportation gate in the first place?”
Chuli’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as she pondered the same question. “I’ve been hearing rumors. Recently, the dried out river around Dead island City has been revived. No one knows exactly how, but the masked man seems to have brought the river back. If the river flows again, the people who fled might return, and that city could become a bustling center of trade.
If that happens, a teleportation gate connecting it to other realms would be invaluable.”
The King rubbed his chin, his mind churning with thoughts. “This masked man… who is he really? What is his connection to the Frost family? Why the hell he is constructing such a massive teleportation gate?”
Chuli’s gaze narrowed. “Don’t worry about him, father. If we control that gate, we’ll control the flow of wealth and power to that city.”
Despite their careful planning, neither of them could shake the feeling that something larger was at play.
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Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace of the Queen Mother Soya, two of her finest spies knelt before her in the dimly lit chamber. The Queen Mother’s cold, piercing gaze bore down on them as she issued her orders.
“I want you to travel to the Blue Planet,” she commanded, her voice as icy as her expression. “Investigate this masked man named Kent Hall—find out everything about him. His background, his true identity, and his connections to the Frost family. But listen closely—under no circumstances are you to reveal the identity of the royal family or our connection to the Seventh Realm.
If you are discovered, you know what must be done.”
The two spies nodded solemnly. “We understand, Your Majesty. We will not fail.”
“Good,” the Queen Mother replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “And remember, if the situation becomes dire, take your own lives before revealing anything.”
With that chilling command, the spies rose and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the Queen Mother alone in her cold council room, a sinister smile playing on her lips.
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