Auren sat on the roof of a tall building in Central City, looking down at the busy streets. People were moving fast—traders shouting, kids laughing, soldiers marching, and magicians showing off small tricks to impress crowds.
But Auren's eyes were not on the people. They were on the giant golden castle in the middle of the city—the King's Palace.
"Soon," Auren whispered, his lips curling into a smile. "That throne will be mine."
Velora sat beside him, eating roasted meat on a stick. "You always talk big," she said with her mouth full. "But that King has thousands of soldiers, a whole army of mages, and… oh yes… giant dragons protecting him."
Lyara giggled. "Are you scared, Velora? Or do you think Master can't do it?"
Velora rolled her eyes. "I didn't say that. I just don't want him to die before we even try the palace food."
Auren laughed softly. "Relax, both of you. To take down a King, first you need allies. Soldiers who will fight for me. People who will trust me more than they trust their King. And today… we start."
A Mysterious Stranger
As night came, Auren walked through a dark alley, still smiling from all the new 'friends' he had made. But suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.
A deep voice came from the shadows. "You want to be king, boy? Bold words for someone still wet behind the ears."
Auren stopped. His hand went to his side. Velora and Lyara stepped close to him.
"Show yourself," Auren said calmly.
A tall man walked out from the shadows. His muscles were like stone, his face covered in scars, and his eyes glowed faint red. He cracked his knuckles and smirked. "Name's Garron. I don't like kids who dream too big. Especially kids who think they can take the throne."
Velora gasped. "That's Garron the Crusher! He killed fifty men with his bare hands!"
Auren's smile didn't fade. "Perfect. Let's see if he can handle me."
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Garron charged like a wild beast. His fist slammed into Auren's chest before Auren could react. The force sent him crashing into a wall. Blood dripped from his lip.
Velora shouted, "Master!"
Lyara screamed, "No!"
But Auren stood up, coughing, laughing through the pain. "Strong… I like that. But I'm not so weak either."
They fought hand to hand, fists flying, the sound of bones cracking echoing in the alley. Garron was stronger, faster, and more brutal. With every punch, Auren's body bent, bruised, and broke.
Finally, Garron grabbed Auren by the neck and slammed him into the ground. "Game over, boy. Go back to dreaming."
Auren, barely breathing, smiled through bloodied teeth. "You forgot one thing."
His hand glowed. The Creator Power activated. His skin hardened, his fingers turned into solid rock, his arm transforming into a stone hammer.
"Rock Fist," Auren whispered.
With all his strength, he swung upward and smashed Garron's jaw. The giant man's eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious with a loud thud.
Velora rushed to Auren. "You crazy bastard! You almost died!"
Auren coughed blood and laughed. "But I won."
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Before they could breathe, shadows moved in. Garron's partners—five men with blades and magic—surrounded them.
"You think you can beat our boss and walk away?" one of them growled.
Auren stood up, still bleeding, but his eyes burned with madness. "No… I think I can beat all of you too."
His voice dropped low. His eyes glowed purple.
"Psychic Bind."
The five men froze, their bodies stuck like dolls in invisible chains.
"Dominator Gaze."
He stepped closer. His eyes pierced their souls. Their bodies shook, and one by one they fell to their knees, screaming, clutching their heads.
Velora and Lyara watched in silence, half scared, half amazed.
When it was over, the alley was filled with groans of broken men.
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The next day, the city was buzzing. Everyone was talking about the mysterious cloaked man who defeated Garron the Crusher and his gang.
"The strongest man in Central lost last night!"
"They say the boy's magic was like the devil's eyes!"
"Maybe he's the next Great Magician!"
Wherever Auren walked, people stared, whispered, and pointed. His name was spreading fast.
Velora teased him, "Well, look at you, Mister Famous."
Lyara clapped happily, "Our Master is the best!"
Auren just smiled, looking once again at the golden castle in the distance.
"Good," he whispered. "Let them talk. Let them fear me. Because this is just the beginning. Soon… the King will fall."
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Auren sat on the roof of a tall inn in Central, his legs swinging freely in the air. Below him, the city was alive—markets filled with people, blacksmiths hammering swords, mages showing off tricks for money, children running with bread in their hands.
But Auren wasn't watching the view. His sharp eyes were fixed on the castle standing tall in the middle of the city. The castle of the King of Central.
He smirked.
"Soon… that throne will be mine."
Velora, sitting behind him, tilted her head. "Master, why are you smiling like a devil who just saw free food?"
Lyara giggled. "Maybe he's hungry again. Should we cook something?"
Auren turned to them with a serious face. "No. I don't want food. I want the throne."
Both sisters blinked. "Ehh??"
Velora raised an eyebrow. "You mean… that throne? The king's?"
"Yes." Auren's voice was low, almost scary. "The king rules this city. If I sit there, I rule everyone. That's what I want."
Lyara's lips curled into a wicked smile. "So… what's the plan, Master? Kill the king in his sleep?"
Auren chuckled. "No, that's too easy. I want the people to accept me as king. First, I need followers. I need friends… people who will fight for me."
Velora crossed her arms. "But Master, you are scary. Who will become your friend?"
Auren smirked. "That's the fun part."
Hey everyone,
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