The Lost 'Final Chapter'

When Stan Tito learned of the priest's disappearance, he abruptly stood up, staring wide-eyed at the servant.

After confirming the news multiple times, he lowered his head with a sigh and slowly sat down, supporting himself on the table.

A complex mixture of shock and grim acceptance washed over him.

The loss of a close friend stunned him, yet the priest's fate had long loomed as a dark possibility in his mind.

He picked up the bone flute from the stone table and brought it to his lips.

The bone flute's mournful notes filled the air, a haunting lament that Trilobite Men had used for generations to honor their departed loved ones.

Now, he was the only one who knew Henir's secret.

Stan Tito never liked being an outstanding person. He disliked adventures and risky endeavors, preferring to carve his epic chapters and mythological legends in his workshop.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt he could no longer retreat or evade.

At the very least.

He should reveal everything he knew.

After finishing the complete melody on the bone flute, he lowered his hand.

"Are you a mere puppet, Stan?" he asked himself.

At this moment, the Queen's voice from his coronation echoed in his ears.

The spacious hall reverberated with echoes, countless eyes fixed upon him, the scene so grand and solemn.

He was so nervous that his steps were stiff, his head spinning.

"Descendant of Saint Tito."

"From now on, you are Stan Tito."

"The inheritor of the great poet Tito's will."

A smile flickered in Stan Tito's eyes, followed by determination.

"Perhaps," he mused, his voice barely a whisper, "it's time to return what Her Majesty the Queen entrusted to me."

After consolidating his power in God-Servant City and fully grasping control, Henir still made the decision to ascend the throne.

The Xilong family, who controlled the Star Luo Kingdom, surrendered their crown. The entire Xilong family trembled under Henir's authority and power, not daring to resist.

The coronation ceremony would be held in the palace of God-Servant City and the Sky Temple. Henir would become the new king before all witnesses at the palace, then proceed to the Sky Temple for the final coronation before God.

After everything was done, he would become the king of three kingdoms: the Star Luo Kingdom, the Volcano Kingdom, and the Sele Kingdom.

Dawn broke over a city poised for momentous change. The cloudless sky seemed to mirror the clarity of Henir's ambition, while soldiers stood at attention on every street corner, a living embodiment of his growing power.

Thousands of commoners poured into the streets, heading towards the palace.

"Henir!"

"Henir!"

"..."

The dense crowd chanted Henir's name as they moved through the streets.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Henir, who had saved God-Servant City and driven away the Samo Kingdom, was a hero. The city's commoners viewed him very favorably.

At least, compared to the nobles and priests who had abandoned God-Servant City and fled in panic, Henir's actions stood in stark contrast.

Henir, holding the Yinsai scepter, stood before the palace, accepting the cheers of all.

"King!"

"King Henir!"

Suddenly, someone raised their arm and shouted.

With the first person calling out, the entire square and street soon echoed with voices hailing the king.

Henir raised the scepter, and the voices quieted.

"I know many here question me, despise me, hate me."

"Because I am not a righteous king, because my origins are not so illustrious. In their eyes, someone like me is not fit to be king."

"But tell me this," Henir's voice grew sharp. "These self-proclaimed righteous kings, these rulers of illustrious birth - what great achievements have they ever made? What meaningful changes have they brought to the world of Yinsai?"

"Have they really done better than I have?"

Henir's voice was level, seemingly calm.

But it made people feel full of power.

"Among those present, there are royalty, nobles, commoners, and slaves. There are soldiers, merchants, craftsmen, fishermen, and more."

"But everyone's status was determined from birth."

"Before, when other kings were in power, you had no chance for change. But now it's different."

The calm tone suddenly transformed into a storm.

Henir's eyes changed completely, becoming intensely fervent. He stretched out his hand and roared.

"Here, I guarantee to everyone, I promise to all subjects."

"I, Henir, will give everyone a fair chance, whether you are noble or commoner, whether you are the heir of a noble family or a bastard."

"Through effort, you can become an official of the kingdom, a commander."

"Even," he paused for effect, "nobility and titles."

"No matter who you are, no matter what your status, we will change this world together."

Henir's humble origins cast a long shadow over his aspirations for the throne, making support from the established nobility an unlikely prospect.

Even now, almost all the old forces present were thinking about how to defeat and kill him.

From the beginning, he was prepared to support new nobles and forces, determined to suppress the old families, especially those passed down from the eras of Yesael or even Redlichia.

Only in this way could he establish a stable new empire.

His speech left the audience momentarily silent.

It also made those old nobles retreat in fear, one by one.

Then, the square erupted in a tidal wave of cheers.

"King Henir!"

Surrounded and escorted by soldiers, Henir headed towards the Sky Temple. The soldiers stopped at the foot of the Sky Temple, and Henir alone climbed the steps.

At the entrance of the Sky Temple, Stan Tito stood silently.

He held the saint's relic, also the key to open the door to God's realm.

Henir's eyes burned with intensity. He would receive the complete "Final Chapter" from Stan Tito's hands, proving his divinity.

Everything seemed perfect.

However, things didn't go entirely as he had anticipated. Stan Tito, standing high and quietly watching Henir climb step by step, suddenly spoke.

"Just recently, my friend, a priest from the Sky Temple, suddenly disappeared."

"Henir, do you know what happened?"

Henir suddenly sensed something was amiss: "Child of Fortune, what are you saying?"

Stan Tito continued to ask: "Before he disappeared, he had been investigating the cause of Her Majesty's death."

"But when he found the crucial clue, he vanished."

"He told me then that Her Majesty's death was related to you, Henir. Can you explain?"

Henir's eyes changed instantly, and he shouted in rage.

"Shut up!"

"Shut your mouth!"

But Stan Tito seemed not to have heard at all. He waved his hand, and an illusory projection appeared in the sky.

The illusion projected Henir's words to his subordinate at that time, those ambitious and illusory words.

The huge illusory projection allowed everyone in God-Servant City to see clearly.

All eyes were drawn to the heights, watching Stan Tito and Henir.

Stan Tito also saw the chaos that immediately erupted in God-Servant City. Clamor, noise, and shocked voices overlapped, but he couldn't make out what was being shouted.

He didn't want to listen anymore.

He left the main gate of the Sky Temple, walking along the side corridor towards the outside.

"Henir! The black swamp that devoured the realm of Yinsai!"

"I will not crown you."

With those final words, Stan Tito strode to the end of the corridor and leapt from the side of the Sky Temple.

Henir's face changed instantly, and he quickly pursued towards the high ground.

The other was the inheritor of this generation's saint's will, the renowned Child of Fortune of the entire Yinsai realm. Even if he were to die, he couldn't die in this manner.

"Woo!"

The Burrowing Demon Worm appeared at the side of the Sacred Mountain.

Tentacles extended towards the air, grasping for Stan Tito as he fell from the temple and clouds.

However, unexpectedly, the tentacles passed through Stan Tito's form.

It was an illusion.

The illusion dissipated in an instant, and all that fell was a small Sun Cup.

Stan Tito had vanished without a trace, escaping with the "Final Chapter" and the key to open the door to God's realm.

Stan Tito's mastery of advanced illusion magic stunned onlookers. The usually unassuming Child of Fortune had revealed hidden depths, executing a feat beyond even high-level priests.

The Burrowing Demon Worm came to the foot of the Sky Temple and handed the Sun Cup to Henir.

Henir looked at the golden flower in his hand, but his eyes suddenly grew calm.

Faced with this situation, with the various sounds from below, he suddenly let out a contemptuous laugh.

"Child of Fortune, do you think this can stop me from ascending the throne?"

"I once told you."

He paused here, emphasizing each word.

"I," he declared, his voice ringing with conviction, "am the one who swims against the current."

He slowly climbed the steps, one by one, arriving at the main gate of the Sky Temple.

He looked down at the chaotic crowd below, at all the questioning gazes directed at him.

Then, with unwavering resolve, he placed the crown upon his own head before the eyes of all.

"Even if the entire world opposes me, I will still advance against the flood."

"This is who I am, Henir, and this is my will."