No Men Island…
On a star shaped island, hidden among hundreds of actively flowing lava mountains in the Seventh Realm, a scene unfolded that no outsider could have ever imagined.
Thousands of young women, fierce and determined, stood in a circular formation. They were warriors of striking beauty and lethal precision, their bodies shimmering under the bright sun.
In the center of this formation was a single woman, her long, flowing black hair streaming behind her like a banner, and her dazzling clothes glowing with magical energy. She moved with grace, her dual swords flashing in her hands as if they were extensions of her body. Every attack launched at her by the surrounding warriors was met with a fluid counter, her movements almost effortless.
Her face was lit with a mischievous smile. Despite the flurry of magic and weapons coming at her from all sides, she seemed unconcerned, treating the fight like a game.
As she whirled around, her swords blurred in the air, moving so fast they became streaks of silver. Explosive colors filled the sky as she deflected spells and attacks.
Her lips moved constantly, whispering spells that burst into radiant fireworks whenever they met an incoming blow.
A thunderous explosion shook the ground as she spun once more, her swords cutting through the air and sending a wave of attackers flying backward. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Is this all you’ve got?” She teased, her voice lilting like a melody over the battlefield. “Come on, ladies, I thought you wanted a challenge.”
The attackers—fierce women in their prime—tried again, their faces set in grim determination. But it was no use. The central girl was untouchable. Every spell, every weapon that came near her was met with an almost lazy swipe of her blade, leaving only destruction in its wake.
High above the scene, floating in the air, were thirteen elderly women, each holding a powerful staff of different shapes. These women were the Elders of No Men Island, the original founders of this legendary place.
The No Men island was shrouded in mystery, known to the outside world as a mere myth, a whispered tale of vengeance and power. To many, it was as unreal as Heaven or Hell. But for those standing on the island today, it was all too real.
The thirteen Elders, members of the fallen Fox family, had created this island decades ago with a single purpose: to gather powerful women, those who had suffered or been wronged, and train them to take revenge on the Quinn family.
Like Tang Zi [Kent’s master] family,The Fox family, once a dominant force in the 7th realm, had been crushed under the ambition of the Quinns, who sought to rule the Seventh Realm unchallenged.
Over time, these women had recruited thousands of others, each driven by their own thirst for justice or revenge.
The eldest of the Elders, her hair silver and her eyes blazing with ancient wisdom, tapped her staff against the air. The sound echoed across the island like a clap of thunder, halting the battle immediately.
“Enough!” she bellowed, her voice carrying over the thousands of women. “We did not gather here to see you slaughter each other for sport. There is a new task at hand.”
At her command, the warriors stepped back, leaving the lady standing alone in the center, her chest heaving lightly from the exertion. She wiped a stray lock of hair from her face, looking up at the Elders with a prideful smile.
“New task? What could be more important than training? Surely not another boring scouting mission.” She questioned in a lazy tone.
The Elder’s eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. “You’ll find this mission far from boring. We have reason to believe that the recent events in the royal capital may present us with an opportunity.”
Another Elder, her staff tipped with a glowing sapphire, raised her voice. “King Hoon Doom is dead, beheaded by an outsider from another realm.” Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire
A murmur spread through the gathered women. The death of a king was no small matter, and the fact that an outsider had killed him sent ripples of shock through the crowd.
“Is it true?” one of the warriors whispered to her companion. “An outsider beheaded him?”
“Who could do such a thing?” another asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The central lady’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of curiosity. “The royal capital, you say?” She rested the tip of her sword on the ground, leaning on it as she spoke. “And why should we care about some foreigner killing a king? What’s that got to do with us?”
The Elder with the sapphire staff answered, her voice calm and deliberate. “The realm is in chaos, and while everyone is focused on the death of King Doom, the royal family may be vulnerable. This might be the moment we’ve been waiting for.”
The central lady’s eyes narrowed, her interest piqued. “You mean… a chance to strike at the Quinn family?”
The eldest Elder nodded. “Exactly. But we need to know more before we act. We need to understand the situation fully. That’s where you and your sisters come in.”
Another Elder, her voice like gravel, spoke up. “All top thirteen of you—our strongest—will go to the royal capital, disguised. You will gather information. Find out what’s truly happening there. The political landscape is shifting, and we need to know if this is the right time to make our move.”
The central lady’s gaze sharpened. “And what if we find an opening?” she asked, her voice filled with an edge of excitement.
“Then, you will strike. But we can’t afford recklessness.” The eldest Elder said, her eyes gleaming,
The Central lady smirked, gripping her sword tightly. “I’ve waited long enough to take revenge. I won’t mess this up.”
One of the other warriors, a tall woman with fiery red hair, stepped forward. “We’ll go, Elder, but are we truly ready to face the Quinn family? They’ve held the Seventh Realm in their grip for so long. It won’t be easy.”
The central lady shot her a glance, her lips curling into a sneer. “If you’re afraid, stay behind.”
The red-haired warrior glared back, but the Elder intervened before tensions could rise. “This is not a question of fear,” she said sharply. “It’s a question of patience. We have waited for decades. We will not rush now.”
The Elder raised her staff again, signaling the end of the discussion. “Prepare yourselves. You leave at dawn. Remember, your mission is to gather information. Nothing more.”
Everyone raised their weapons and made loud noises.
The central lady who raised her dual swords is none other than Ria Semen. The Black Belle Miss of Silver Leaf Town.
She had trained for years on this island, sharpening her skills, feeding the anger and resentment that burned within her. Ever since she had lost her Yang essence and body to Kent, her life had been a spiral of fury and vengeance.
“Zi Chen… KENT… All of them. They will pay for what they did to me.” She muttered with an angry scoff.
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