SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Kent soared high in the skies, the wind rushing past him as his golden throne carried him forward.

The sky stretched endlessly, the blazing sun beating down without mercy. His thoughts were a storm of plans and strategies, focused on his journey to the desolate desert.

But then, a bone-chilling laugh echoed through the air.

Kent’s eyes narrowed as three shadowy figures materialized ahead of him. Cloaked in swirling black mist, their forms twisted and flickered like dying flames. These were no ordinary foes—they were abyssal ghosts, creatures of pure malice, conjured from the depths of the netherworld.

“Ah, so this is the infamous Kent,” one of the ghosts sneered, its voice dripping with disdain. “The man who dares defy the Demon Emperor.”

“Quite the accomplishment,” another said mockingly, circling his throne like a predator stalking its prey. “Killing the prince, making bold declarations. But look at him now—a mortal clinging to borrowed power.”

Kent clenched his fists, his golden throne vibrating with the force of his rage. “If you’re here to fight, then stop hiding behind your words and face me!”

The ghosts cackled, their laughter grating and sinister.

“Face you?” the third ghost echoed. “Oh, we’re here for more than that. We’re here to teach you a lesson—a lesson in futility.”

Kent’s patience snapped. He unleashed a barrage of golden energy from his throne, the beams cutting through the sky like arrows of light. But the ghosts dissolved into smoke, reforming effortlessly just a few feet away.

“Is that all?” one taunted, mockingly clapping. “I expected more from the so-called slayer of the demon prince.”

Kent’s frustration grew as he summoned his arsenal of weapons. He nocked an arrow infused with his origin nirvanic flames and loosed it with precision.

The arrow streaked through the air, blazing like a comet, but passed harmlessly through one of the ghosts, dissipating into the ether.

The ghost yawned theatrically. “Oh no, I’ve been hit! Except… I haven’t.”

Grinding his teeth, Kent called forth his divine chakra, its radiant light forming a shield around him. He expanded it outward, hoping to trap the ghosts within its bounds, but they phased through the barrier as though it were smoke.

“Pathetic,” one sneered, its face twisting into a grotesque grin. “Your mortal tricks are useless against us.”

The ghosts grew bolder, darting in closer. They swatted at Kent’s throne, sending it rocking violently through the air. They snapped at his pets, forcing the baby dragon and Ruby to cower behind Kent for protection.

“Don’t you dare!” Kent roared, hurling another burst of nirvanic flames.

The attack once again passed through the ghosts harmlessly. They howled with laughter, their mocking voices echoing across the sky.

“Such a valiant hero, unable to protect even his pets!”

“You’re nothing before us. Just a fool playing the part of short time hero before crushed by us.”

Ruby hissed defensively, but Kent could see the fear in her eyes. The baby dragon trembled, clutching onto Kent’s leg.

The throne jolted again as one ghost struck it with a solid kick. “How does it feel to be helpless?”

Another ghost swirled around Kent, whispering in his ear, “The Demon Emperor sends his regards. He’ll enjoy tearing you apart after we’re done playing.”

Kent’s rage burned hotter, but so did his desperation. Nothing was working. His attacks, his defenses—all of it was useless against these spectral beings.

The ghosts’ mockery turned to malice as they began attacking in earnest. One drove its clawed hand into Kent’s chest, sending a searing pain through his body. Another lashed at his back, forcing him to his knees. Blood dripped from Kent’s mouth as he gritted his teeth against the agony.

“Is this the mighty warrior the Demon Emperor fears?” one ghost jeered. “You’re weaker than I thought.”

Kent’s mind raced. His body screamed in pain, and frustration threatened to overwhelm him. The words of the Goddess of Life echoed in his memory: “Believe in yourself. Use what you have been given.”

Desperate, Kent reached for the gift the Goddess had bestowed upon him. He plucked a single strand of his hair, holding it tightly between his fingers. Summoning the half-drop of godly intent embedded within him, he channeled it into the strand.

As the godly intent flowed into the hair, it began to glow with an ethereal light, brighter and purer than anything Kent had ever seen. The ghosts recoiled, their mocking laughter replaced by shrieks of fear.

“What… what is that?!” one screamed.

“That power… it’s impossible! No mortal should possess it!”

Kent didn’t hesitate. With a flick of his hand, he released the glowing strand of hair. It transformed into a beam of divine energy, tearing through the air with unstoppable force.

The first ghost disintegrated instantly, its form shredded by the overwhelming power. The second and third ghosts tried to flee, but the beam caught them, reducing them to nothingness in mere seconds.

The sky fell silent. The oppressive presence of the ghosts was gone, replaced by an almost sacred stillness.

Kent sank back onto his throne, his body trembling from exertion. He looked at his hands, which still faintly glowed with residual godly intent.

“So this… this is the power of godly intent,” he murmured, awe and exhaustion mixing in his voice.

Ruby nuzzled his leg, her eyes wide with wonder. The baby dragon chirped, its fear replaced by admiration.

As the golden throne stabilized in the air, Kent took a deep breath. He remembered the Goddess’s words again: “This half-drop of godly intent is a gift. Use it wisely and learn to multiply it.”

He clenched his fists, determination reigniting within him. “I’ve barely scratched the surface of what’s possible. If this is the power of a half-drop… I’ll find a way to master it. And I’ll carve my own path.” Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

For the first time, Kent felt a spark of clarity. The ghosts had been a testing creatures—a brutal, painful test—but he had survived. He had wielded the power of the gods, and now, he understood just how far he had to go to truly stand among them.

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/// A/N – Due to change of plot lines… I couldn’t mass release today. You will receive more chapters on this weekend. Also, brothel manager will get new chapters. Thank you for your support guys. -PeterPan ///

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