NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve: The Black King (Seeking flowers, seeking evaluation votes)
“Hmm?”
Bai Luo’s magic power detected an external force and instinctively began to resist.
Thus, with a ‘bang’, the white light surrounding Bai Luo shattered instantly, and Adolf K. Wiesmann was pushed back dozens of meters by Bai Luo’s emanating magic power.
“What is this?!”
Wiesmann finally managed to steady himself, his face filled with horror: “What a terrifying power.”
“Are you alright?”
Bai Luo quickly approached to check on Wiesmann’s condition.
After confirming that there was no harm done, Bai Luo sighed in relief: “Sorry, I didn’t expect this to happen.”
Just now, when Wiesmann discovered that his Sacred Domain was trying to assimilate Bai Luo, it encountered fierce resistance.
This resistance wasn’t merely a simple reaction against foreign invasion; it was something else.
“So this is the magic power from Bai Luo’s world?”
Kurumi Tiske was greatly surprised as she secretly compared Bai Luo’s magic power with her own spiritual energy.
The two were not interconnected but shared many similarities.
How to put it?
Bai Luo’s magic leaned towards chaos, whereas Kurumi’s spiritual energy had surpassed the stage of chaos, moving towards a more stable natural state.
Even though nature remains extremely chaotic compared to order,
it is incomparably better than the violent and disordered chaos.
Therefore, Kurumi admired Bai Luo even more.
Being able to tame such a violent energy, Bai Luo’s control over magic power was undoubtedly far superior to hers.
“The magic power in my world indeed has some restlessness.”
Bai Luo knew that the quality of magic power should be above that of Authority Holders, but its direct cancellation still caught him off guard.
“No, it’s not just that.”
Wiesmann shook his head: “Your magic power is indeed powerful, Bai Luo, but what truly broke my Sacred Domain was another will.”
In theory, such a situation shouldn’t have occurred.
In Wiesmann’s understanding, only the other six Authority Holders could nullify the power of the Silver Sacred Domain.
This had nothing to do with strength but purely the conflict of Sacred Domain wills.
However, Bai Luo soon realized that things might not be as simple as they imagined.
Because beyond magic power, another force was interfering with Wiesmann’s Silver Sacred Domain.
“Your Sacred Domain is rejecting my power.”
“???”
Bai Luo looked puzzled: “My Sacred Domain? I’m not an Authority Holder, so where would I get a Sacred Domain?”
But just as Bai Luo finished speaking, a notification sounded within him.
[Detected resonance of mysterious power, beginning analysis]
This voice did not come from the chat group but from Bai Luo’s inherent Lucky Item, his enhancement system.
“What?”
Bai Luo was startled, feeling how quickly reality slapped him in the face.
[Analysis complete]
[Based on world rules, naming this power ‘Power of Authority,’ would you like to merge it?]
[Merging conditions require 1 R-level Enhancement Card]
“Power of Authority?”
Bai Luo quickly opened the enhancement system and indeed found the introduction of the Power of Authority in the attribute list.
[Power of Authority]
Quality: Light Orange
“Light Orange?”
Simply in terms of quality, the Power of Authority was above the original magic power.
However, compared to the Deep Orange Magic Mastery, the Power of Authority was slightly inferior.
“Regardless, I have no reason to miss out on an orange-quality skill presented before me.”
“System, confirm the merge.”
Bai Luo still had quite a few R cards, and using one to obtain a new skill was completely fine.
Thus, as Bai Luo agreed,
Far away, an elder who was resting with closed eyes opened them.
“Is the tablet restless?”
The elder’s name was Kunisada Daikoku, the Golden King among the Seven Kings, and the institution under his jurisdiction, Fushigi-in, controlled all of Japan’s politics and economy.
Kunisada Daikoku’s expression was extremely grim at this moment.
He could feel the will of the Drosston Tablet, which was celebrating the birth of a new king.
“How could this be?”
Among the kings born in the past, none had ever caused the tablet to tremble.
Only this time, the tablet’s performance shocked even Kunisada Daikoku.
“Boom~~”
Gradually, as the ‘Tablet Room’ containing the Drosston Tablet shook, the entire Mikado Tower seemed to endure a terrifying earthquake, swaying precariously.
In an instant, Fushigi-in was shaken, and countless guards rushed to check on the safety of the Golden King.
“Just who is this new Authority Holder?”
Kunisada Daikoku’s gaze pierced through barriers and distances, as if seeing the figure awakening far away.
Meanwhile, the other Authority Holders.
The Red King Soga Sohma, the Blue King Reiji Souma, the Green King Mizuki Shiro, the Gray King Bancho Tenki.
And the Colorless King who possessed Wiesmann’s body, as well as Wiesmann beside Bai Luo.
The seven standing at the peak of this world simultaneously felt an indescribable chill.
“Is this the unique power of the K World?”
“Interesting!”
Bai Luo was enveloped by an invisible field, a color—completely different from the seven known Powers of Authority in Bai Luo’s understanding.
“What a terrifying power…”
Even Wiesmann, the Silver King, couldn’t help but tremble at Bai Luo’s emanating aura.
But
For some reason, Wiesmann wasn’t afraid of Bai Luo.
On the contrary, he sensed an indescribable dignity from Bai Luo, as if following this person would allow one to easily overcome any difficulties.
‘This kind of power definitely didn’t appear in the original K story.’
Bai Luo carefully felt the changes within himself, and above his head, a pitch-black sword encompassing all colors floated high.
It was solitary, dominant, possessing the power to destroy everything, yet it could also rebuild glory upon ruins.
Capable of creation, capable of destruction!
It was precisely the ruler of all—the Black King!
“All things come from nothingness and will ultimately return to nothingness.”
Black is the color of the world before its birth, symbolizing the beginning and having the ability to create any possibility.
At the same time, black is the result of all colors merging, representing the end of the universe’s destruction.
This is the concept governed by the Black King—Sovereignty!
Life and death, start and finish, prosperity and decline, constancy and renewal, violence and order.
All things are but a thought away for the King!
“No, such authority cannot be described by the word ‘king.'”
In Bai Luo’s view, the Black King’s power far surpasses that of the Seven Kings; calling him the emperor ruling over myriad kings wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Of course, although the Black King’s power is indeed formidable, he must also bear an equal mission.
The Black King can interfere with anything; this is his freedom and right.
But when the apocalypse arrives, the Black King must cleanse the filth of humanity and create anew after the world collapses.
Therefore, the Black King is the sovereign of creation and destruction, as well as the king of all Authority Holders.
“So, what is the cost?”
Bai Luo doesn’t believe in free lunches in this world.
Clearly, the Black King’s responsibilities are crucial. He can do anything between the beginning and the end, acting without restraint.
But creating a new era is no easy task.
Even if this so-called world only encompasses Earth, it would surely not be a simple matter.
“Creating the world also means destruction.”
The Black King will erase everything from the old era, becoming an enemy to all Authority Holders and all living beings.
Moreover, each creation will consume the Black King’s power until he exhausts his last bit of life in this endless cycle.
The Black King will coexist with the will of the Drosston Tablet, doing everything possible to ensure the world’s continuity.
“Only when the Drosston Tablet’s power is depleted can the Black King find peace in this endless cycle.”
Recalling the information transmitted by the Drosston Tablet, Bai Luo disdainfully smirked: “Tch, isn’t this just making the world’s laborer?”
Seemingly beautiful, but in reality, akin to a slave bound to the throne.
“So even the Black King can’t escape the Sword of Damocles hanging above.”
Bai Luo looked up at the floating obsidian giant sword: “If the Black King refuses to execute the cycle, the Sword of Damocles will fall.”
The Black King is singular; there is no first or next generation of the Black King.
“Either perish with the world or abandon the world and move forward alone.”
Bai Luo sighed inwardly: “No wonder it’s black, the pitiful king destined to walk alone.”
“But, I refuse.”
Bai Luo decisively revealed his scoundrel nature.
He chose to accept this power but did not intend to be controlled.
Or rather, be controlled by this world.