Chapter 9: Lament of the Frost (Part Three)

“Arason has completed the wicked ritual. The City of Frost has been transformed into a projection of the Abyssal Ice Layer. Although the projection of Demon Lord Gorgan has been killed by me, as long as the projection of the Ice Layer remains, Gorgan’s projection will be resurrected.”

“You must lead the living people away from the Sander Plateau before Gorgan’s projection revives. This is your destiny. Go to Salia. On the southern part of the Salia Peninsula, I promise you new land, where you will establish a new city-state.”

“But,” Ronamos said, tears streaming down his face. The soft light could not soothe his painful heart.

“Father, is there truly no other way for my father? Is there no possibility of completely driving out the Demons from the City of Frost?”

“My son, every person, every city-state has its own destiny. Even the Deities cannot completely control destiny.”

“Do not grieve for your father. He will have eternal life in my kingdom. When you fulfill your destiny and become a Legendary Hero , I will bring you into my kingdom, and our family will be together forever on Kaya Mountain.”

The light floated toward the sky, and the voice became increasingly faint. The little spirits circled Ronamos a few times, then lightly flew toward the battleground of humans and Demons.

A phantom was pulled up. It was Aleias. He smiled at his son, waved his hand, and disappeared into the sky with the little spirits.

Ace watched the scene before him gradually disappear, but the shock in his mind did not lessen. This was a world with Deities. Although there were some restrictions, they truly existed and were incredibly powerful.

This world was in a true mythological era, an age of legends of gods and heroes. If understood using the fantasy novel systems of his past life, this should be a mid- or even high-magic world, which was extremely dangerous.

A simple classification of the known power levels would be: the lowest are mortals; above them are Nobles who have awakened the power of Divine Blood ; then Heroes , Great Heroes , Golden Heroes , Legendary Heroes , and finally the incredible Deities, who are the source of the Heroes.

This world has gods , heroes , demons , and wild monsters, but there is no path to the supernatural for mortals.

A strong sense of powerlessness and unease enveloped Ace. He longed to grasp his own destiny, to seize fate by the throat, rather than passively accepting its arrangements.

The memories of his past life as a researcher made him determined to research, analyze, and summarize. He must find the secrets of the supernatural power of the supernatural creatures and forge a path to the supernatural for himself.

A new scene began. Ronamos led the remaining residents of the City of Frost, following the guidance of the Goddess of Elegance, and escaped all the way to the seaside.

Behind them were the pursuing forces made up of Ice Demons, and before them was the vast ocean. They had reached a dead end.

Ronamos looked somewhat disheveled, but his eyes shone brightly.

He looked back at the pursuing Demons. Arason was leading them in pursuit with a cruel smile. He had already fallen into a Demon, growing the wings of a greater Demon.

“Arason, you not only committed regicide but also completely betrayed the Frost God. Do you not fear the power of the god, or that the frost will punish you?” Ronamos sternly rebuked him.

“The frost is not for you to guess. I am the one who bears the mission of the frost, and everything I do is worthy of my bloodline.”

Arason laughed menacingly, “My dear Prince, let me end your destiny here. I will play a lament for you and send you to reunite with your parents.”

Ronamos turned his head toward the sea, and a gentle whisper sounded in his ear.

“Ronamos, Ronamos, lift your sword and strike the sea.”

He uncontrollably raised the sword in his hand and struck the sea. Boom!

The seawater split in two along the direction of the sword strike. Ronamos led the remaining residents onto the exposed seabed.

Elegant and sacred music began. The seawater naturally closed up after they had walked through it.

Arason brought the Demons in pursuit to the seashore. He shouted loudly at the Demons in the demonic language. Then, they formed a bizarre ritual that emitted a certain rhythm. Accompanied by Arason’s deep roar in the center, the seawater instantly froze.

Except for Arason, the Ice Demons scrambled to rush toward the crowd. Just then, the frozen ocean suddenly shook violently.

“Who is it!”

“Who dares to disturb the slumber of the Son of the Sea, the great Pontos? Ignorant ones, you will pay the price!”

Accompanying the furious voice, the entire ocean seemed to flow and form a massive giant. He easily crushed the Demons like scratching at fleas. Arason saw this and flew away without looking back.

The ocean current giant casually threw a huge water cannon, severely injuring Arason and causing him to vomit blood. The giant mumbled, “I will help you fly higher and farther.”

A mysterious power surrounded the crowd, separating them from the seawater. The giant stooped low, poking his head into the empty seabed, and said to Ronamos, “The power of Medea. Are you Her son?”

Ronamos was nervous, but responsibility drove him forward. He boldly said:

“Respected Son of the Sea, I am the son of the Goddess of Elegance. I and my people deeply regret disturbing your rest. You put aside past grievances and helped us defeat the Demons. You are so great, so benevolent. We do not know how to thank you.”

“Hahaha!”

“You are a clever talker, young man, but that is not enough to send me off. Destiny will make you the ruler of a city-state. You need to provide me with a King’s token of gratitude,” the Son of the Sea said.

“Respected Son of the Sea, what do you require?”

“I need you to build a temple for me in the new city-state,” the giant said, his eyes made of ocean currents staring at Ronamos.

“My son, promise Him a fishing port, build a temple, and offer sacrifices forever,” a gentle whisper sounded in Ronamos’s ear.

“It would be my pleasure to serve you,” Ronamos smiled and bowed deeply.

“When I establish a new city-state in the promised land, a fishing port will certainly be established with a temple for you, and we will offer sacrifices for generations. We hope the great Son of the Sea can grant us a small, insignificant favor and help us safely reach Salia.”

“Hahaha! I agree. I will grant you 100 years of friendship. This is the Sea Island Beast. You will safely reach the promised land on its back.”

The giant’s huge hand reached into the deep water and grabbed a giant turtle carrying an island, pressing it onto the empty space.

“Thank you for your generosity, the great Son of the Sea.”

Ronamos led the people onto the giant turtle. The picture gradually blurred, then quickly transitioned.

The crowd landed on an unfamiliar shore. A brand new city-state rose up. Time flew quickly. The city-state became increasingly prosperous. Barbarians submitted, Monsters were killed, and countless adventurers and immigrants from civilized nations were attracted.

The perspective suddenly lifted, providing a bird’s-eye view of the city-state, which was neat and vibrant.

It then suddenly dropped back down, returning to the City Hall Square. A soft light rose from the temple. In the light, a sacred, pristine white hand held a pure gold olive branch crown and solemnly placed it on the head of Crown Prince Talon Medea, who was half-kneeling.

The light then ascended, taking Ronamos with it, and disappeared into the night sky.

Divine Right of Kings!

This is a mythological era where humans and gods coexist. This is an era where the supernatural determines everything. Looking at the cheering crowd and the tearful Romon, Ace deeply felt the powerlessness of mortals.

Only by striving for Citizenship and gaining more knowledge about the supernatural would he have a slight chance to seize fate by the throat.

It was late at night, and Ace tossed and turned. The scenes he witnessed tonight kept flashing in his mind.

(End of this chapter)