Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Face to Face
The Main Continent of Kievan was unlike anything in the known universe—a colossal, singular floating landmass suspended in the vastness of space. Its shape defied conventional planetary forms; neither spherical nor circular, but an immense flat expanse capable of sustaining life on both its upper and lower surfaces.

This miracle of nature was made possible by the intricate dance of seven suns and thirteen moons, orbiting the landmass as though crafted with divine intent. Their alignment ensured perpetual illumination and ideal conditions for life, symbolizing the unmatched importance of Kievan as the cradle of the Empire’s legacy.

After hours of traversing the cosmic expanse, the Heaven-Class battleship emblazoned boldly with the title “True Emperor” finally reached the legendary Kievan Continent.

“Ah, ha, that’s a surprise! Why did they let us in so easily?” Prince Albert asked, his tone a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Aengus stood silently, his gaze fixed upon the world below. The both surface filled with trillions of subjects, while swarms of buzzing ships filled the skies in orderly formations. The overwhelming display of life and activity told him everything he needed to know.

King Ronin explained, his voice steady and authoritative, “They didn’t let us in because they wanted to. It’s because we have the support of the majority of the subjects in the Empire. Do you see those ships?” He gestured toward the countless vessels traveling toward the Imperial Continent. “They are all coming here to see the True Emperor, even if it’s just once.”

“Ah, I see,” Prince Albert murmured, finally piecing it together. Internally, he cursed himself for not being as quick-witted as the others.

Despite the apparent excitement, Faction Leader Hog wore a grim expression. “I don’t think this is that simple, My Emperor. There must be a greater conspiracy at play. From what I know of them, they wouldn’t relinquish the Emperor’s position so easily. They likely have other plans to ensure our failure. We must stay cautious.”

Aengus nodded, his gaze sharp as it scanned the horizon. “I know. But we aren’t afraid. I will show them the true might of this Emperor. Just watch.”

A confident smirk played on his lips, while Bella stood close by, her presence a steadying force. The moment to face their enemies was drawing near.

The Heaven-Class battleship descended with grace, landing on an open field near the Imperial Palace. A massive crowd of the ruling faction had already gathered, their numbers overwhelming and their demeanor intimidating.

Their wary gazes were fixed on the colossal battleship, a masterpiece of engineering that could obliterate entire armies in moments. The aura of dominance emanating from the ship caused many to stiffen, uneasy at the sheer display of power.

The gangway of the battleship slowly lowered, its hum resonating through the vast field.

As Aengus prepared to step out, a sudden hush fell over the crowd.

Emperor Vansing, accompanied by his mother Fiona, the five aged yet powerful men, his daughter Myria, and other royal siblings, made their way to the forefront of the ruling faction’s gathering.

As their regal entourage approached, Myria and her two younger brothers froze, their eyes locking onto the young man standing at the forefront of the opposition.

The man—Zytherion, the bearer of the Emperor’s Mark—radiated an oppressive aura so potent that their very hearts quivered with unease. It wasn’t a deliberate attempt at intimidation; rather, it was the sheer weight of his existence. They could feel it in their bones—a suffocating dominance, as if he could end their lives with but a thought.

In that moment, the reality of what it meant to hold the Emperor’s Mark struck them like a thunderclap. The mark wasn’t merely a symbol; it was the embodiment of unparalleled talent, domination, and an unyielding will to conquer.

They could see it plainly—his presence alone eclipsed their years of effort. Myria, who had been confident in her abilities and her mastery of the Ultimate Law of Death, found herself hesitating. For the first time, doubt seeped into her mind.

“Can I still defeat him fair and Square?

Even with the terrifying power of her secret law, she began to question if she could truly stand against him. Inwardly, she wrestled with the realization that the Emperor’s Mark was not just a title but a destiny of absolute superiority.

Her brothers, though less vocal, were no less shaken. The confidence they had held onto now seemed like a fragile illusion, crumbling in the face of the true Emperor’s overwhelming presence.

After Aengus stepped down from the Heaven-Class Battleship, Bella joined him gracefully by his side. The five Ancient Protectors followed closely, their presence exuding an unshakable authority. Behind them, King Ronin and the other faction members, numbering in a billion, descended in a synchronized, awe-inspiring display. Once on the ground, they stood respectfully behind Aengus, forming a mass, battle-ready formation.

Across the field, the ruling faction’s members also swelled in numbers, surpassing the billion mark, forming an equally intimidating display of power. The sheer scale of the two factions gathering in one place was unprecedented, a clear indication that something monumental had been orchestrated.

“”Ah… Is he the True Emperor? But he looks so young,” one man murmured skeptically, peering at Aengus from the crowd.

“Hmph. So what? Do you think the Emperor’s Mark holder would be some senile old man like you?” a younger man retorted with a scoff.

“Hey! Where’s the respect in your tone, young man?” the older man barked back, clearly offended.

“Tch… That’s why I don’t trust kids like you. Who knows? Maybe the Heir is just as rude as you are.”

“Shut your mouth, old man! You think the New Emperor would waste time respecting people like you? He’s the Chosen Emperor—don’t forget that!”

“Enough!” another voice hissed, cutting through their bickering. “The both of you, quiet. Let us focus. These devices are already acting up; we can’t even hear them clearly.”

Faraway, the spectators, a sea of subjects from the empire who had come to witness the unfolding events, watched in stunned silence. They could feel the invisible tension in the air—a storm of power and anticipation brewing between the two factions.