A crest moon hung high in the night sky, its silvery glow filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting specks of light onto the ground below.
The crag of dry wood burning in the small campfire broke the serene silence of the night.
Qin Yi and Gandalf sat around the modest fire, both lost in their own thoughts.
Two hours earlier, they had been in the Royal City. The moment they stepped through the ''Realm Gate'', the world flipped upside down.
When they regained sciousness, they found themselves under airely different sky. Their first experien this strange world was a brutal battle between Shinobi, bearing headbands from different fas, locked in a vicious fight to the death.
Gandalf had immediately shielded Qin Yi and led him away from the chaos.
After two hours of fleeing, they had finally found a quiet clearing to rest.
"Your Majesty, you rest now. If anyone es, I will wake you."
Gandalf, aware of Qin Yi's feelings, spoke with uanding. At just seventeen, Qin Yi should have been enjoying a life of luxury in the Royal City. Instead, for the sake of survival, he had to risk his life in a dangerous new world.
"Gandalf, what do you suggest for our move?"
Startled by Qin Yi's question, Gandalf hesitated for a moment but did not insist on him resting.
Qin Yi uood ohing clearly: while everyone in the Kingdom could afford rest, he, the King, could not. Oh, Kings mainly governed and maheir kingdoms. But as the King of this new world, Qin Yi deeply uood the uure of his role.
A King's as determihe rise or fall of the entire Kingdom!
At the beginning of every King's jourheir domain was but a tiny piece of nd— a minuscule space floating in the os, f a unique ecological bubble for the King and their subjects to survive. Only by entering the first ''Otherworld'' and succeeding iablishing the ''King's Way'' could their nd, civilization, and resources evolve and expand rapidly.
In this world, a King's progress wasn't reliant on self-improvement but rather on the quest of the Otherworlds!
Fasating, wasn't it? During this process, the King held absolute power. To their Kingdom, they were the sole ''Spiritual God''. Whether in terms of authority or strength, the King was unmatched.
This was true divine kingship— an innate supremacy granted by the universe's ws.
"Perhaps, Your Majesty, it is time you uand your own strength," Gandalf spoke softly.
"My strength?" Qin Yi was taken aback. He had only a vague uanding of what being a Kiailed.
"Yes, Your strength— an unparalleled power uo a King!"
Gandalf nodded, gently tapping his staff on the ground. The silvery moonlight above seemed to ripple, bending toward Qin Yi. Within three breaths, the light verged on the ter of his forehead, filling him with a cool, calmiion.
"Only by uanding your power you achieve what you desire," Gandalf said.
Closing his eyes, Qin Yi felt the moonlight heighten his awareness, clearing the fog that obscured his uanding. In the depths of his being, he sensed a unique, unparalleled force— ohat belonged solely to him.
After a while, he opened his eyes, a faint smile curling his lips. His gaze sparkled with newfound crity and joy.
"How do you feel, Your Majesty? Do you uand now?" Gandalf smiled warmly.
"Those Miruly are fools! I must thank you, Gandalf, fuiding me on this journey."
Qin Yi sighed. Those Ministers, knowing nothing, had blindly pushed his predecessor into quering the Otherworlds, only to dey their iable demise. They didn't even prehend what it meant to be a King. His predecessor had naively allowed them to dictate his as, leading to his downfall.
As Gandalf added more wood to the fire, he chuckled softly.
"You still have time, Your Majesty. tio explore and prehend your strengths. For this mission to succeed, your power will be crucial."
Qin Yi nodded, his respect fandalf increasing.
This elder, hailing from 'The Lord of the Rings', was a being of extraordinary identity— a ''Demi-God''. Though his powers appeared subtle on the surface, his true strength y in his unparalleled ability to guide others.
As a ''Path Protector'', Gandalf was nearly invincible!
Closing his eyes, Qin Yi focused ily on the unique ''King's Strength'' within his body.
As he immersed himself in this sensation, he quickly noticed a cluster of purple energy at the ter of his brow.
"So this is King's Strength." Qin Yi marveled.
What is ''King's Strength''? In this world, its definition was crystal clear: 'Under heaven, every piece of nd belongs to the King; beh the sky, every soul is a Royal Subject!'
A King who wields ''King's Strength'' could harhe abilities of any ''Court Officer'' uheir domain.
What did that mean?
For example, if Gandalf were standing opposite him, Qin Yi could use this power to wield any of Gandalf's abilities!
As Qin Yi activated the purple energy for the first time, it swirled and danced rapidly, emitting powerful waves of energy. Eventually, it surged outward from his brow, f a delicate ''six-poiar'' that fused into his forehead.
"It's a pity my Kingdom is on the verge of colpse. This King's Strength is pitifully weak. To freely use Gandalf's powers would be near impossible!"
He sighed. A King's ''Strength'' was intrinsically tied to the vitality of their Kingdom. Since his Kingdom was frail, the strength he could wield was limited.
Additionally, a King possessed anift: ''Traversal''. This allowed them to journey between ''Dimensions'', though a safeguard existed for weaker Kings— ohey entered one ''Otherworld'', they could not veo another.
"King's Strength, Traversal, and... "
Qin Yi's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, a flicker of ruthlessness in his gaze.
"King's Plundering!"
Born as a King, one was destined for ferocity. This ability allowed a King to use ''King's Strength'' to pluhe abilities of others— specifically those on the brink of death or with weakened sciousness. There was a their powers as his own.
Such was the nature of ''Plundering'': a brutal ability that would enable Qin Yi to rapidly grow stronger and survive in the perilous Otherworlds.
Currently, Qin Yi has only prehehree abilities from the depths of his ''King's Treasure'': ''King's Strength'', ''Traversal'', and ''King's Plundering''. Delving further, he could see treasures glowing within the King's Treasure, indig that other abilities awaited discovery. However, his current strength was insuffit to unlock them.
Even so, these three abilities alone were enough to make Qin Yi feel eted.
He also realized how fitting the King's abilities were to their role. ''King's Strength'' symbolized the King's authority, while ''King's Plundering'' embodied their i brutality.
"The path of a King is destio be ruthless from the very start."
Sighing, Qin Yi's gaze grew steely aermined.
"It seems His Majesty has grasped the essence of his pandalf smiled.
"Yes, I have a basiderstanding now." Qin Yi nodded.
"I once saw your father wield King's Strength. He was unstoppable, even surpassing the might of Spiritual Gods."
Gandalf's voice carried both awe and respebsp;
"With your newfound crity, Your Majesty, this journey will surely go much more smoothly."
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