Chapter 1548 Glory of Yesteryear


    ??King Ferdinand sat on his throne with a pensive expression.


    The destruction of Heaven and the disappearance of Kong along with the two dukes arrived at a time when their strength was desperately needed.


    Starting with Duchess Serenthia, the kingdom had lost all the dukes, including the oldest as well the strongest.


    The P of today was a giant beast without the legs to support its weight. The peak rank 9s could only hold it for so long before it copsed.


    And now, even a peak rank 9 like the Martial Saint was in an unknown state.


    Perhaps this kingdom was going to meet its en—


    King Ferdinand''s eyebrows jumped as he watched a familiar young man walk into the empty throne hall. The past reyed in his mind, contrasting it sharply with the present.


    The king released his aura, just like he did back then. Varian froze without resistance then but now, he took steps with leisure, demonstrating that his strength was no longer something the King could ignore.


    "Really, what a twist of fate." Ferdinand withdrew his aura and leaned back into his throne, weakness showing on his ever stern face for the first time.


    The throne hall went from full to empty.


    The confidence of the king and his kingdom crashed from peak to the bottom.


    The young man who couldn''t even face a bit of his aura had grown up so much that Ferdinand''s instincts were warning him to be careful.


    The king felt as if he had seen thedy luck dancing on top of the P kingdom. yfully, she tilted the scales of their fortune.


    Owing to her whims, here theyy, helpless as everything that was built up by effort crumbled in front of the might of nature.


    "Fate…is truly impossible to resist, huh." The King sighed, clutching the armrest so tight that it cracked.


    "I believe the opposite. Fate can be resisted, if you do the impossible." Varian spoke for the first time.


    And as he did, a tform rose under him and on it, a throne. Showing himself as an equal to the King, he sat on it with a calm expression.


    "Are you here to fight?" Ferdinand asked and a trident glowing in red light floated next to his hand.


    "To propose a deal." Varian gave the king a smile. "To reach glory you''d have never imagined. Not even with Isadora."


    "Are you really her brother-inw?" Ferdinand asked something unexpected.


    "No." Varian smiled. "I''m her husband first."


    "As suspected." The king sighed, the disbelieving expression on his face not helping his words. "But I reject. P is fighting for survival. To even dream for glory in this situation would be to remain delusional. Survivales before glory."


    "I will be taking all the risk." Varian leaned forward, his eyes shining with a dangerous glint. "You just have to show some balls and pick up the reward."


    "…"


    The king would''ve chopped the head of anyone who dared to speak to him like that. But this was not someone he could kill. The prediction of his natal treasure regarding Varian was still fresh in his mind.


    Given the ridiculous pace of growth shown by the young man, Ferdinand was inclined to believe he was going to seed in whatever he was trying to aplish.


    Rubbing his chin with aplicated expression, he eventually asked. "What is the n?"


    "First, I assure you it''s not as crazy as it sounds." A smile formed on Varian''s lips.


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    "So you are the Null Agent this time?" A octopus-headed humanoid in a ck military uniform asked in a raucous voice.


    "Yes, Sir." Varian, disguised as a thirty-year old Prian with purple skin and six fingers, answered with a salute.


    "You better aplish something with your pathetic life. No one of your ilk has anything to add in the section of achievements." The presiding officer said with half-disgust and half-disappointment.


    "I will make it count!"


    Varian made a symbol with his left hand''s fingers, ced it on his head and vowed. In some of Prian cultures, it was a symbol for eternal vow, performed only in the most serious of ceremonies.


    The officer seemed unimpressed and threw him a uniform.


    An hourter, Varian tied up a prian who looked exactly like himself, knocked him out and threw him in Hortus.


    He then swiftly reached a Synthetic World stationed at the edge of P border.


    "Young Master!"


    The entry was smooth and the reception was smoother.


    A few military officers greeted him with a ttering smile and weed him into a building reserved for special officers.


    "A batch of reservists of 7th Prince''s army are going to be deployed in the Vether region''s 34D sector. They don''t have extensivebat experience. Our reports say some of them are even prisoners sentenced to death." An old man with a goat beard exined.


    Before Varian could respond, the plumpdy sitting next to him picked up.


    "To score as many merits as possible, you could propose that they''d be spared if they surrender. They won''t believe it, but they will hesitate. Use that opportunity to kill as many as you can and then withdraw."


    Varian leaned back against the chair and nodded with a nonchnt expression.


    "Yeah, yeah, don''t tell this young master what to do. I have studied everything from back to front and top to bottom." With arrogance oozing out of every word, he waved his hand at them, shooing them away.


    "That is…"


    The officers looked at each other, a hint of disgust shing in their eyes which was quickly covered up by ttery.


    "Then we wish you the best of luck, young master!"


    "We await for your glorious records!"


    "The young leader of Daxis family will show the P kingdom what he''s made of!"


    ttering him with practiced faces, they slowly left the room. And before they did, Varian snickered and pointed down with a lewd smile.


    "Ah yes, yes. We''ll send a few freshly captured ves."


    As they promised, three beautiful military prisoners were sent to the executive room that turned into a temporary bedroom.


    "M-Mi…"


    "Please,"


    "Kill me!"


    Looking at the three female prisoners, Varian kept the lewd expression on his face but his eyes shed with a silver light, sweeping their souls with his power and throwing them into a sexual dream.


    While the three moaned so loudly that it was audible even outside the building, rumors of young master of Daxis, nicknamed as the Lustful Demon, spread in the official quarters.


    The lustful demon in their words, however, didn''t touch or even look at the women. Distancing himself from them, he used the power of illusions to erase their presence from his perception. The room was peaceful once again.


    With a serious expressionpletely unlike the arrogant one he showed to others, Varian checked the n for any improvements.


    So far, everything had gone as nned.


    Like every department, military too had corruption.


    The Daxis family, one of the prominent pirs of the kingdom, with a peak rank 8 powerhouse, was nning to use its influence to create favorable conditions for its young master to farm military merits and use that as a justification to gain more political power in theing days.


    For that reason, they painfully considered many factors before finally deciding a suitable battlefield for the heir.


    Unfortunately, their ns were fully visible under the king''s spywork. Varian used the opportunity to ''be'' the young master.


    To aplish something as great as capturing an entire satellite gxy, not alerting the enemy was absolutely neecssary.


    This disguise was critical for the n to seed.


    "Lionar, here Ie."