After Sam showed the item, they are stunned.
They felt a myriad of emotions.
What Sam has shown them was a chair. No, it was not even fit to be called a chair. It should be called a throne.
But it was not made of dazzling golden colour or eye-catching red coloured tals. It was not embedded with shining crystals which shows the extravagance of the emperor.
Rather it was made of a material with Greyish silver tal with a shining l.u.s.tre.
It was created with the arm bones of more than ninety arms they collected from the candidates who went against them.
At first, they thought Sam just wanted to make them pay by this, but what Sam doing his sothing on whole other level.
The skeletal throne made of the arms of every possible influential person’s kids.
And Sam is saying that he is planning on using it when he settled down in the imperial capital.
He is going to stay in the imperial capital sitting on a throne made of bones of an imperial prince, princess, the tower head sons’ kids.
This is a blatant and the greatest possible provocation for the bigshots if not to be called a slap to their faces.
But they are thinking sothing else.
How big are Sam’s guts to do this? He is making a statent. This action simply ant, that even if it is an imperial prince, he will deal with them all the sa and he is confident enough to make the declaration right under the nose of the emperor.
Now, various thoughts are going through their minds.
’Isn’t Sam sa age as them? Isn’t he just like them thriving from the bottom of the society? But why is he so bold? So bold and courageous enough to do this?
He is like a free spirit omniscient of everything that could happen to him and omnipotent in dealing with them
He can do whatever he wants, he did whatever he wanted. He never compromised. Even though, they saw all his journey till here, but they subconsciously ignored this.
Now, with this throne, they saw what they missed.
Suddenly, they felt like Sam’s figure has grown too huge. He was like a behemoth who is shadowing them.
They might have a battle prowess slightly inferior to him and can give him a fight if the conditions are good. But the courage he has, defying everything, everyone and only doing what he wanted no matter the scale of opposition.
This is the ti they truly felt inferior. Just a small imagination on how they would feel if the are in Sam’s shoes, the blood boiled for a second.
But they are sure they don’t have balls to do that.
The feeling of caring for no one’s opinion, power and strength, irrespective of their strength, birth and position. This is not sothing they can do.
Sam didn’t care about their thoughts, he is still srised by his piece of art and after soti, he kept that away in the storage. [A/n: the appearance of the chair will be described in latter chapters]
They turned in early for the night, Sam was made in charge of the formal clothes. Because, there is no way any person in the city would dare to sell sothing to him.
All the bigshots are looking for a way to vent their frustrations, if soone did sell them sothing, they would suffer.
But Sam also had a problem with that, he doesn’t know the formal etiquette of this era or the world.
The only formal wear he knew was from the modern world.
He didn’t bother to study this world’s etiquette as he didn’t have any use for it till now, and there are no books on this seemingly useless matter in the library.
There is no way that he would go out and enquire about this matter. So, he just made what he knew.
By morning there are three tuxedos ready.
As for Watt, he was shoved into the divine dinsion the last night. Now, he is in grave danger. Sam, Philip and Jack are the ones with immunity not Watt.
They can slaughter him like a lamb with their power and might.
The next evening, Sam and his two companions made a move in their tuxedos. When they arrived on the beasts and landed, all the people near them are looking at them weirdly.
Because, tuxedo is not sothing they are familiar with. There are pants in this world, vests, tee-shirts and rarely sothing resembled the shirts.
So, the tuxedo is a very new thing to them, but they felt like that the dress is elegant and noble at the sa ti.
Particularly, Sam who knew how to carry himself in a suit is having a feeling he missed a long ti ago. He missed this feeling of being dressed up.
To be honest, Sam has so psychological issues in his previous life. One of them is that he has a subconscious need for acknowledgent of others and it is not just the acknowledgent of any tom d.i.c.k and harry.
He wanted to be acknowledged by the biggest fish in the sea. The biggest creature in the ocean has to stop and bow to him in acknowledgent this was one of his lesser goals, so when he wore a suit he rembered the days he attended the etings on dark society in a similar attire.
He would be eting the top dogs in various industries providing him protection fee and closing the deals worth billions. He really liked that feeling.
He walked towards the Banquet hall and took his designated seat.
The banquet hall is a classic imperial style. Showing the elegance and the extravagance at the sa ti.
There is a stage on which there is a table for the imperial family.
Below it, there are tables of various sizes arrange for guests based on their importance.
The top ten candidates are assigned a large round table with ten seats and apparently, they are one of the nearest to the main table of the imperial family
Sam sat there and his gaze was landed on the large battle arena in the centre of the hall. Even though, it isn’t too large, it is still sufficient for the Great realm level fights.
Everyone was mixing up with each other and socialized as anyone who could get in here is not soone who is an average joe, but even between them there are large disparities.
The remaining top ten candidates are also busy with everyone giving them toasts and greetings, except for the three. Of course, everyone knows who they are.
After five minutes, the whole hall beca silent and everyone rose from their seats. Sam also stood up as he didn’t have any impression on the emperor till now, it is better to be polite.
The imperial family of five ca walked in their dazzling robes, they are also similar to the robes everyone is wearing, but they are much more extravagant with the usage of golden and red colours.
The emperor, empress, Crown Prince, the Princess who is the star of the day and the Prince Nathan.
They ca here with a huge parade. The princess is not in a pathetic state Sam has left her. She was healed, walked like an elegant swan, her face was covered with a veil. Although anyone can see her face with spiritual sense, nobody dared to do so.
That would be having a death wish.
After taking the seat, the emperor gave everyone a gesture to sit down and said in a loud voice.
"Today, I thank you all who ca here to give your blessings to my daughter Natalie who has turned eighteen today....
After so political and hypocritical jibber-jabber, the banquet was comnced.
Sam ate the delicacies without a care in the world. He must say it is tasty, the royalty are the true examples of the people living in luxury.
The ingredients, the cooking everything is top notch.
As the al was about to end and everyone is congratulating the princess, the ti for the ranking battle has co.
The emperor said again.
"As you all know that today will be the end of the first large scale competition which has been held in our empire.
Now, we shall witness the battles of the candidates as they compete for the top ten ranks.
What is the significance of that? They will be given an amazing opportunity that could only be called as once in a life ti and they will be prioritized based on their rankings.
So, I hope all the candidates will try their best to get what they deserve."
He started an applause signifying the start of the battles.
The battles are sa as before, just like in the southern star, every candidate will battle with the nine others and one with most wins will be the ones who will secure the rankings.
The only difference is, Sam is not the first person to start the battle. He didn’t even look interested after the first two matches.
Because, the person with the highest battle level is actually Nicholas. This guy is even stronger that the Prince and all other scions.
Even Trevor who didn’t make the cut for the top ten is a lot stronger than these guys.
Sam only felt that he has to make a move last and things would be done.
And after more than two hours, everyone’s battles are ended and only battles of Sam are left. No one challenged Sam. They are waiting for him to be last and see as he challenged one after the other.
They knew that Sam is strong, so they want to make him exhausted so that at least one of them could win against him and give him a good bashing.
As for why Nicholas didn’t challenge him. He needs an all out fight with Sam, that is best if saved for last.
But Sam has so other plans for them.
He walked towards the arena in his black suit. He loosened his tie a bit and looked at the candidates who recovered their strength frantically.
Sam looked at Jack and Philip who gave up the matches before it even started.
As for Nicholas, that guy is better saved for last, that is what Sam thought and then looked at the other candidates.
One by one, the matches are over, the scene is like a dejavu. Sa thing happened to the candidates at the southern star.
Now only, two people left the imperial prince Nathan and the battle maniac Nicholas.
The Prince took the stage with a gloomy expression.
He lost to Nicholas and Philip. Jack tied with him. But he is still eager to fight with Sam. He felt that Sam’s prowess is overrated and all of the action was dependent on the special weapon.
Even after seeing him take down five candidates in row like they are nothing, he is still unconvinced. The excuse he ca up with is that they are tired.
So, he took the stage and said arrogantly.
"Today, I will show you, why you should respect . I will make you suffer for the humiliation I suffered.."
Before the prince could say anything, a green coloured light ray brushed past his neck and stopped his words.
Sam stood with his hand in his pocket. The Black suit, white shirt and black tie, he is like a modern prince with his sharp eyes and perfect features. He looked at Prince and said.
"I am already bored with the shitty battle I have seen today and now you are even pissing off at this mont. I just wanted to deal you in a single hit, but you just have to poke a hornet’s nest. I will show you hell with a single arm."
As he finished his words, Sam moved like a shadow and appeared in front of the prince. His other hand was still in his pocket. He held the prince’s neck in his other hand and said coldly.
"Do you believe, I have more than ten ways to kill you with this single arm in an instant?"
He gripped the neck a bit tightly and said.
"Crack your windpipe, you are dead."
Nathan felt a small jolt of pain which said to his brain that he would be dead next instant, but was stopped just in the right mont.
"Poke you brain through the ear, you are dead."
Again, a jolt of pain saying he was about to die but not.
"Poke your throat, you are dead."
"Mash your brain with a single punch, dead."
"A punch to your ribs, perforated lungs you are dead."
"A punch to your heart, dead."
"A punch to your liver dead."
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After a series of close calls, Sam said finally pointing the finger near the earlobe and letting a small laser beam strike it.
"One beam and you are dead."
All this while, Sam didn’t take his left hand out of his pocket. But Nathan was soaked in sweat and the whole venue including the emperor turned silent.
Sam closed towards Nathan’s ear and whispered.
"You know what, you might be a prince for the whole empire, but for you are a bitch that was being saved by the rules which constrained . Otherwise, I could have f.u.c.k.i.e.d you up anyti I want. Do you understand?"
He took a step back and the high and noble prince collapsed on his knees.
The referee ca out of his shock when he felt Sam’s gaze and called out.
"Sam won."
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