Chapter 3 – The Present Time
The sea breathed calmly.
Far on the horizon, an island floated beneath the morning sun — Azrael's homeland, Arkonis.
Standing on the deck, the young man let the wind brush against his face as his gaze turned to the glowing Status Board before him.
Numbers flickered across the air like living sparks of light.
⚜️ Status ⚜️
Name: Azrael von Arkonis
Age: 16
Origin: Former Crown Prince of Arkonis
Strength: 1004
He could lift over five tons with ease. A single strike of his blade could shatter stone walls and bend steel pillars.
Speed: 839
Though not as fast as a true Soru user, his movements blurred almost beyond sight.
When he unsheathed his sword, three men could fall before one could blink.
Willpower: 137
A soul tempered by loss and fire.
The root of all Haki — the strength of his will itself.
Luck: 10
⚔️ Skills
Swordsmanship:
Mastery achieved — perfection incarnate.
Every swing slices through the air itself, bending the wind to his will.
Flying Slash — channels cutting force through air, striking enemies from afar.
His strikes tear the air and make the sea ripple in response.
Marksmanship:
Proficient with all mid-range firearms.
Capable of hitting moving targets even under pressure or motion.
⚫ Haki
Armament Haki:
Channels spiritual energy through his body and weapons, hardening them with invisible force.
Observation Haki:
Allows him to sense intent, emotion, and movement.
Fame Points: 16,902
Azrael closed the board and stared at the sea ahead.
He knew now — he was finally strong enough to walk this world on his own.
A soft breeze brushed his hair; for the first time in years, his heart felt calm.
Yet deep within, a single thought echoed.
"I've grown strong… but where should this strength begin to move?"
The ship drifted closer; the island's outline sharpened with every passing second.
It was his birthplace, his kingdom — Arkonis.
Years ago, he had lost it all.
Today, he had returned.
Above the harbor, the sky was clear; sunlight danced upon the water's silver waves.
Captain John barked orders across the deck.
"All hands! Drop the anchor! Unload the cargo!"
Azrael stood quietly, watching the flurry of movement.
The laughter of sailors, the rhythm of work, the scent of salt — all of it felt like life itself.
He walked toward the captain.
"Captain, our deal ends here. I'll take my leave."
John looked at him in silence for a long moment.
"Are you sure, Azrael? You can stay aboard — the sea suits you better than land."
Azrael smiled faintly and shook his head.
"No, Captain. My path starts here. This is my home."
The old man sighed, handing him a small pouch of golden coins.
"Then take your pay. Good luck, lad."
Azrael stepped down from the ship, his boots touching the stone pier.
His heart pounded — the sound of destiny returning.
The harbor city was called Saleria — a place where salt, metal, and trade mingled in a single breath.
Merchants shouted, ships groaned, and the smell of sea and smoke filled the air.
People from countless islands traded fish, wine, weapons, pearls, and fruit.
But Azrael saw beyond the noise.
"Arkonis…
Three regions. Three hearts. Three keys."
The structure of the kingdom unfolded in his mind.
1️⃣ Saleria Port City — the center of commerce and trade.
All goods, ships, and information flowed through here.
Now, it was under the control of traitors.
2️⃣ Lior Valley — the agricultural heart of the nation.
Fertile lands, villages, and the people's true spirit.
3️⃣ Eldra Citadel — the royal capital of nobility and kings.
The throne rested there.
And upon it sat General Drayvon Valens, the traitor who murdered his parents.
Azrael's eyes turned cold.
"Drayvon… You thought I was dead.
But I have returned."
The wind shifted, carrying the scent of salt and vengeance.
He drew his sword — its blade caught the sunlight and shimmered like liquid silver.
"Father, Mother… I swear.
I will restore Arkonis — and stain this land with the blood of traitors."
He sheathed his sword slowly.
A soft, melodic voice echoed in his mind — the voice of the System.
[New Quest Generated]
"Reclaim the Throne"
🎯 Objective: Defeat the usurper and reclaim the royal throne of Arkonis.
💎 Reward: Legendary Fortune Lottery
Azrael's eyes glimmered with sharp curiosity.
"A… Legendary Fortune Lottery?"
A small smirk crept across his face.
The wind rose, tossing his golden hair into the air.
Far beyond the port, the royal citadel shimmered faintly in the sun.
Azrael took a single step forward.
His shadow stretched long, swallowing the cobblestone path ahead.
"Prepare yourself, Arkonis…
Your king has returned."