Max lifted his gaze.
The sky darkened.
Clouds churned, thick and heavy, spiraling in on themselves. The air turned electric—charged with sothing far beyond natural.
Sothing ancient. Sothing inevitable.
Max's expression hardened.
He knew.
He'd seen this before.
And he knew exactly who was coming.
The swirling black mass morphed, folding inward, condensing—until a face erged.
A face of authority. Malice. Power.
Then—
BOOM.
A pressure unlike anything before descended.
The East Region trembled. The ground cracked. The weight of it crushed the air, pressing down with suffocating force.
People staggered, knees buckling, unable to withstand it. So collapsed entirely, their bodies trembling under the sheer force of his presence.
For many, it felt like their very souls were being squeezed.
The weight of the world itself had doubled.
Across the surrounding, Norton Blade's lips curled into a dark grin.
He turned to Max, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusent.
"There he cos."
His voice was a whisper—sharp, cutting.
"Let's see you survive this."
On the other side, Kate's posture stiffened.
Her breath slowed.
She had expected the Young Monarch to react. To be furious.
But this?
This was too fast. Too imdiate.
Her eyes flickered toward Max.
A fleeting mont of pity crossed her face.
He had defied the Monarch.
And now—
Now, he would face sothing beyond reason.
The pressure was imnse, a suffocating force that pressed down upon the entire East Region like an unrelenting storm.
But for Max—
It felt like nothing.
Oh, the force was there, crashing down on him with greater intensity than anyone else. But the sensation?
As insignificant as a bee sting.
A faint annoyance—nothing more.
He had noticed this many tis before.
This wasn't the first ti he had stood under the weight of an overwhelming aura, yet each ti, the effect was always the sa.
It never worked on him.
And he had long since figured out why.
'My body has sohow beco oblivious to pressure from others.'
It was a realization he had co to after much thought, analyzing each instance where he had walked through power ant to break him.
The answer was simple.
The Title—Aura of Primordial.
He believed that the primordial aura embedded within him filtered out the oppressive nature of external forces, leaving him only with the remnants—the weakest fragnts, too minor to ever cause him harm.
And right now, that was exactly what was happening.
The clouded face in the sky had directed its full, crushing force toward him.
Any other person would have been forced to kneel, suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the presence.
But Max?
He simply stood there, unmoved.
His muscles didn't strain.
His breath didn't falter.
He barely even noticed it.
To everyone else, it was the wrath of a god descending upon them.
To Max?
Just another breeze passing by.
The face in the sky spoke, its voice deep and omnipotent, carrying an undeniable weight that made the entire East tremble in silent terror.
"I ant to give you an olive branch when I sent those kids over."
The air itself vibrated with the sheer authority in its tone. The onlookers could barely breathe, their bodies frozen under the imnsity of the presence.
But amidst the stifling atmosphere—
Max grinned.
"You an playing god—giving a single year of 'peace' like so grand act of generosity—was supposed to be an olive branch?"
His voice was steady, unfazed, carrying an undertone of mockery.
The face in the sky chuckled, a low, ominous sound that sent waves of unease through everyone.
"More or less, yes. That was ant to be an olive branch of peace between us."
Max shrugged.
"Then what I did doesn't matter, does it?"
His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusent.
"By killing them, I only ensured that the olive branch you sent was successful. And I believe it was. After all, it got you to show yourself, didn't it?"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Even the leaders of the East stiffened, barely able to believe what they had just heard.
Max wasn't pleading for his life.
He wasn't showing remorse.
He was laughing in the face of the Monarch himself.
The face in the sky regarded him for a mont before speaking again.
"Indeed, I received your olive branch."
The voice was smooth, almost amused.
"But at what cost?"
The air thickened, the sky darkened further.
"Your life."
The words carried the weight of a divine decree.
"I gave you a year of peace so that you could understand the rcy I have shown upon you."
Then, the face's expression twisted slightly, sothing darker lurking beneath its gaze.
"But it seems… you don't want that."
As the voice in the sky spoke, the air itself shivered, crackling with sothing dark and ominous.
Then—red lightning flickered to life.
It crawled across the surface of the black clouds, thin at first, like serpents slithering through the abyss.
Their presence bathed the entire East Region in an eerie, demonic glow, casting long shadows over the land.
At first, the streaks of red were small, scattered, nothing more than flickering sparks dancing within the darkness.
But then—
They multiplied.
One after another, the red lightning surged, spreading like veins through the endless black.
The snakes of crimson energy thickened, intertwining, converging—until they began to gather into a singular mass.
The sky churned.
The air grew heavier.
The crackling of electricity turned into an ominous hum, the very fabric of reality twisting under the sheer weight of the energy forming above.
Then—
BOOM!
A colossal bolt of red lightning condensed, its tendrils reaching outward, stretching from the black clouds like a demonic claw.
Its core pulsed violently, radiating an energy so destructive that the very heavens seed to recoil.
This was not ordinary lightning.
This was judgnt.
An execution sentence, delivered from the Young Monarch himself.
Max's expression darkened. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire
Not from the pressure—he had long since beco immune to that.
But from the raw destructive power gathering above.
He could feel it in his bones, in the very air around him.
This attack was not sothing he could ignore.
It would not miss.
And when it landed—obliteration was the only outco.
His fingers twitched slightly, his mind racing.
'I'd probably be dead if it hits .'
The thought settled, cold and factual.
But he didn't panic.
Because he had a plan.
Just as the colossal red lightning bolt finished forming, its tendrils crackling like the hands of a wrathful god, the spherical shield around Max dissipated.
Kate took a step back, her expression calm and composed, but there was sothing behind her eyes—an unspoken warning.
"As much as I want to make sure nothing happens to you…" she said evenly. "You have to understand—I can't interfere in your business."
Max glanced at her, his gaze unreadable.
Then, he shook his head.
"You don't have to."
His voice was steady, devoid of fear.
At that mont, Aurelia stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the massive lightning bolt overhead.
Her expression, for the first ti, held a trace of concern.
"Will you be fine?" she asked, her voice neutral but laced with sothing more.
She wasn't asking just out of curiosity.
She was asuring him.
"That bolt of lightning… it holds the strength of a peak Seeker Rank."
Even for soone like Max, that was lethal.
Max looked at her, then shrugged.
"I don't know." His lips curled slightly. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."
And then—
A new decree fell from the heavens.
The Young Monarch's voice rumbled across the entire East Region, his words carrying the weight of an absolute command.
"From this mont on…
Any power that aids Max—
Any faction that associates with him—
Will be the Monarch's first priority.
In simple terms—
They will be wiped from the face of this world."
A chilling silence followed.
The weight of those words crushed the surrounding more than any oppressive aura could.
Aurelia's face darkened.
Her fingers twitched slightly, though her expression remained controlled.
The leaders of the East Region all stiffened, their faces pale as the reality of the situation sank in.
This wasn't just about Max anymore.
The Young Monarch had drawn a line in the sand.
Help Max—and face destruction.
Stay silent—and survive.
It was a declaration of war against anyone who dared to stand by his side.
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