SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 740 : Bad Dreams!

"But the Space God is one of the first gods who hate demons. Why would he help us?" Phillip asked, his expression twisted in deep thought.

The dagger pulsed again, the goddess's voice sharp like a whisper of the underworld. "He must help us… Either by persuasion… or by force. First, offer him riches, authority, anything he wishes. If that fails, threaten him with targeted destruction. March your legion right into his domain if he refuses. But first, approach him quietly. Slip into his territory alone—he won't see you as an immediate threat if you come unaccompanied."

Phillip nodded thoughtfully. "I'll approach him personally, my goddess."

A final burst of greenish light flared from the dagger. "Go. Do not fail me. Once we have the power of the Space God… the realms are ours."

"Yes, my queen," Phillip said, stepping back from the stone dais. "I will ensure he bends to our will."

"Good," she hissed. "Keep the legion on high alert. Once the Space God's cooperation is secured, we march for the Nine Realms. Kent will be the first to die."

Phillip bowed low, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "At long last, I'll repay him for every bit. Consider it done, my goddess."

He turned and left the hall, his footsteps echoing down the obsidian corridor. The goddess's faint laughter lingered in the cold air.

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Days passed like a moving wheel…

The Nine Realms experienced a complete transformation. With the fall of Jason Mama and the rise of the Sworn Wizards, governance, trade, and military power had been redistributed across the realms. The once-fractured territories were now under a new system, one that favored balance and progress.

The Sworn Wizards Justice League became the head of all governance, and the center of power shifted to the Blue Planet. With their liberal policies and strategic control, citizens across the realms welcomed the new administration. Business monopolies were shattered, and underground organizations that once thrived under Jason Mama's rule were being systematically dismantled.

Madam Clark emerged as the unofficial ruler of the Nine Realms. Statues, murals, and hymns in her honor spread across cities. Every forum, governance guild, and high council chamber bore her image as a symbol of the new era.

But the name that stirred the most interest was Kent.

Legends of his triumph over Jason Mama spread like wildfire, and new stories emerged with exaggerated elements, blending reality with fantasy.

One particular tale, claiming that Kent had slain the Poison God, gained rapid traction. While many dismissed it as a fabricated legend, others believed it could be true, given his overwhelming might in battle.

The Battle of the Nine Realms was immortalized in books, paintings, and dramatized recordings. Fighters across the realms studied and attempted to replicate Kent's battle strategies. He had become more than just a warrior; he was a symbol of invincibility.

His name echoed through every household, and among the women of the Nine Realms, he became the ultimate fantasy. Thousands of noblewomen and commoners alike dreamt of catching even a glimpse of him, of touching his robes, or even bearing his children. His past battles and training sequences were compiled into records, resurfacing in forums as obsessed admirers dissected every move he made.

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Sea shore… somewhere in the Sixth Realm…

The Eternal Musical Hall hovered over the edge of the coastline, bathed in the golden hues of the early morning sun. The sea stretched endlessly, its waves gently lapping at the shore. The sky was tinged with the soft pink of dawn, a peaceful contrast to the storms raging inside Kent's mind.

Inside the grand bedroom, Kent lay sprawled on the massive bed, his naked form entangled with the bodies of four women—Lucy, Amelia, Mona, and Sophia. The room smelled of warm skin and the remnants of last night's passion.

Lucy, Amelia, and Mona rested beside him, their hands loosely draped over his body, but Sophia clung to him like a rebel, her arms and legs wrapped around him possessively.

Despite the comfort of their presence, Kent's brow was furrowed. His breathing was uneven. Sweat clung to his forehead.

"No…"

His body jerked violently, his muscles twitching. Then, with a sharp gasp, he sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The sudden movement stirred the women. Amelia, lying closest, blinked groggily before reaching out to him.

"Kent…?"

He exhaled heavily and patted her hand gently. "Go back to sleep."

She watched him carefully, then obeyed, nestling back into the sheets. Kent slowly pushed himself out of bed and crossed the room, stopping before an oval mirror in the corner. He stared at his reflection, his golden eyes flickering with unreadable emotion.

A soft rustle sounded behind him. Amelia, from the prestigious Su Yang family, the woman he had saved and later married, walked up beside him. She draped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against his back.

"What's wrong?" she whispered. "Another nightmare?"

Kent nodded but didn't reply.

Amelia sighed, her fingers tracing light circles on his skin. "This is the seventh time in the last two weeks. You are the ruler of the Nine Realms now. Why do you look like a man who still carries burdens?"

Kent closed his eyes. "I keep seeing corpses."

Amelia frowned. "Whose?"

He exhaled, voice heavy with unease. "Everyone. I see myself walking through a battlefield of my own people, their lifeless eyes staring up at me. In one dream, demons laughed in my face as they destroyed the realm. In another, I lost control, went mad, and killed those closest to me."

Amelia stiffened at the last sentence. She studied his reflection in the mirror, searching his eyes. "These aren't just bad dreams, Kent."

"I know," he admitted, rubbing his temples. "They feel… prophetic."

Amelia took a deep breath. "There might be an answer. There's someone who can see what lies ahead."

Kent turned to face her. "Who?"

She met his gaze with quiet resolve. "A Red Wizard Lady. She is said to see beyond fate itself. If these dreams are warnings, she can confirm them."

Kent hesitated. He wasn't one to chase after omens, but these nightmares felt different. They were too vivid, too consistent.

Finally, he nodded. "Fine. Take me to her."

Amelia smiled softly, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Then let's find out what fate has planned for you."

Outside, the waves crashed against the shore, as if whispering secrets only Kent could hear.

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