A rare magical miracle in the world

Hailbo can suffer humiliation!

But an envoy of Yatun, cannot!

"I invoke the name of another sovereign in my capacity as a ruler of a nation," Hailbo bellowed, "Is there a problem with that?!!"

"..."

For a moment, the demons were silent, unsure how to respond.

Status, was like a chasm.

Any one of them could easily crush Hailbo, but the youngster represented the King of Yatun, an envoy of a king.

To touch him, was to touch Bailuo. Discover stories at empire

He could curse you, but you could not curse him.

At least not today, you couldn't!

"Everyone back off, and give me the royal letter."

"Your Majesty?"

"Give it to me first, Tushan."

Atop the throne, the King of Aolai rested his chin on his hand, then took the royal letter that Lady Tushan reverently presented.

But the King of Aolai didn't just read it; he tossed it up and down in his hands, as if it were a toy.

"Snap!"

The King of Aolai pressed the royal letter down onto the desk before him, saying, "You represent King Yatun and are also a king, so indeed you can address me that way today, there is no problem with that."

"But just because there's no problem, doesn't mean I can't get angry."

The corner of the King of Aolai's mouth curled slightly, "Right?"

At that moment, the King of Aolai's gaze suddenly became condescending, and those icy eyes, for the first time, fell upon Hailbo.

"Boom!"

A tremendous pressure surged toward him like a tidal wave, brutally compressing Hailbo.

"This!"

Hailbo felt an acute pain in his legs and hurriedly grabbed the staff, clutching it with both hands to prop himself up.

This was different, entirely different from the crowd of demons before!

Yet, there was no Miracle Power.

The oppressive feeling the King of Aolai gave him was not solely derived from Miracle Power.

It was an aura, the majesty of a king!

"Crack!"

Under the watchful eye of the King of Aolai, his kneecaps shattered.

"Ah!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Hailbo's mouth; he tried to stand, but any movement of his legs brought searing pain.

Even just standing, refusing to fall, had exhausted all his strength and focus.

"Oh?"

The King of Aolai: "Not bad, you can still stand under my Royal Prestige."

Royal Prestige, the capacity of a miracle, is also the authority of a king.

"But do you know, how much of my Royal Prestige I've used?"

However, before Hailbo could answer, the King of Aolai delivered his own reply: "Merely, one ten-thousandth."

"!!!!"

Hailbo was stunned. He endured the pain and lifted his head, wanting to speak, but the King of Aolai didn't give him a chance to talk.

"Boom!"

"Now," said the King of Aolai, "one ten-thousandth of two!"

"Snap! Glala!"

"Ugh!"

Leg bones shattered, and a copious amount of blood soaked Hailbo's bony legs.

However, the youth shut his eyes tight, almost biting his teeth to shards, just to prevent a cry of agony from escaping.

"Meow!!"

Tears could no longer be held back by Cat Lulu. She wanted to use the Cat Carriage, but Hailbo stopped her: "Con, tinue!!"

He could not go back!

He absolutely could not just return like this!

"I'm still, standing."

Hailbo's head could no longer be lifted, but from his throat, he let out a low roar: "I, am still standing!"

"Ha."

King of Aolai took a liking to this boy, and it was because of this fondness that he wanted to treat him seriously, "Then I will add just a bit more, just a bit."

[Royal Prestige: 20%]

"Rumble~"

From 0.02% to 20%.

The Royal Prestige, a thousand times stronger than before, instantly enveloped Hailbo.

Let alone Hailbo, who barely reached Heroic Level, even a Legendary Warrior would find it hard to bear the Royal Prestige of the King of Aolai.

"Thump!"

Hailbo felt his head go dizzy as if a heavy hammer had ruthlessly struck the back of his skull, and the young man felt the world spinning around him.

Vision, hearing, smell, and even touch all became unclear at that moment.

Darkness like an abyss, and a deathly silence all around.

Then, came the pain.

"Glala, glala, glala!"

Every bone in his body turned to powder, each nerve was breaking, it was like a hundred billion hands tearing apart every single cell into pieces.

"Ah!!!"

In the darkness, Hailbo could no longer bear it.

He desperately wailed and screamed, rolling around on the ground in this darkness, but he couldn't feel himself, nothing but the endless pain.

A second, a minute, an hour...

Hailbo didn't know how much time had passed, but the pain didn't disappear, nor did it lessen, instead, it grew more and more terrifying.

"Pant~~ Pant~~"

The young man lay prostrate on the ground, his eyes losing focus, his whole body convulsing as if it had no bones.

In a grey and white world, black liquid flowed from the broken bones of Hailbo's body.

Life, like temperature, slowly grew cold.

'Your Majesty...'

'Your Majesty.'

Blood and tears fell from Hailbo's eyes: 'Hailbo, has let you down.'

Agonized wailing, tears streaking down his face.

An envoy, yet showing such a disgraceful state abroad, in front of foreign subjects.

He had totally lost face for Yatun!

'I'm sorry.'

'But,' Hailbo was just a thirteen-year-old child: 'It's really hard, Your Majesty.'

'It hurts so much, it really does.'

'Where are you, Your Majesty, where?'

However, no matter how Hailbo cried out in his heart, how he roared and wailed, he still could hear nothing, see nothing.

There was nothing here, just like him before.

Empty, except for his mother, this world had no place for him to stand.

'Am I going to die?'

He hadn't accomplished anything, hadn't become a hero yet.

Hailbo used all his strength to lift his head, staring straight into this pitch-black world. Although he could see nothing, he still wanted to look, to search for what he had wanted his entire life.

"Does this world really have an Immortal Realm, Mother?"

"It does, Hailbo."

The woman's hand gently stroked the child's head.

"Where is the Immortal Realm?"

"In the future," her mother's voice grew fainter and fainter, "Your future."

'Immortal Realm...'

The young man cried. He understood what his mother meant.

The Immortal Realm she spoke of was never an Immortal Realm; it was Hailbo's haven, his future home.

"Hiss~~~"

In the darkness, a glowing point appeared in the young man's line of sight, followed by a crisp yet seemingly dispelling all darkness and fear neighing sound.

It was a horse, a white Pegasus with wings.

Like a beacon in the darkness, wherever it went, it left behind a white storm, sparkling, warm, and comforting.