Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Thrones and Changes (Special Chapter)
Xizonrie First Military Academy was reestablished on Agartha after the old emperor of Sirius perished.

The passing of the previous ruler marked the end of an era, an era burdened with rigid laws, heavy restrictions, and the absolute authority of the imperial lineage.

For centuries, Sirius had been bound by traditions that placed power only in the hands of a select few, leaving no room for change or progress.

But when the emperor breathed his last, everything shifted. His grandson, Zecomiel Bloodstone, ascended to the throne.

Unlike his predecessors, Zecomiel was young, ambitious, and had spent his youth observing the injustices that plagued his people.

He was King Dan’s great-grandfather, and the first ruler in centuries to understand that true strength did not come from control, but from the freedom to grow.

Zecomiel’s reign was marked by revolution. The rigid structures of society were dismantled, making way for a more open and thriving civilization.

Sirius, once a place of stagnant traditions, became a beacon of progress, inviting talents from all across Andromeda.

This change extended beyond the central kingdom, it reached Agartha, a planet that had long been regarded as an abandoned relic of the past.

Under the old emperor’s rule, Agartha was nothing more than a wasteland, a place where forgotten technology and lost history remained buried beneath its surface.

But with Zecomiel’s influence, it became the foundation for something new. The decision to rebuild Xizonrie First Military Academy on Agartha was not an easy one.

Many within the ruling court opposed it, believing that the academy should be restored in Sirius, where it originally stood.

They argued that Agartha was unstable, unpredictable, and far too distant from the heart of their civilization.

However, Zecomiel was firm in his choice. He saw beyond the desolate lands and the whispers of Agartha’s cursed past. He saw opportunity.

Construction of the new academy began almost immediately after his coronation.

Resources were poured into the project, and scholars, warriors, and builders from all over the kingdom traveled to Agartha to witness the rebirth of the legendary institution.

Unlike its predecessor, the new Xizonrie First Military Academy was not just an institution for the elite, it became a place for anyone with the will to learn, to fight, and to serve.

The academy welcomed students from all planets, regardless of their bloodline or origins, as long as they proved their worth.

With the establishment of the academy, Agartha itself underwent a transformation. What was once a barren world slowly became a thriving hub of knowledge and warfare.

Cities were built around the institution, and trade routes expanded, allowing the exchange of technology and culture.

The planet, which had been forgotten for generations, now stood as one of the most powerful and influential territories under Sirius’ domain.

However, not everyone welcomed the change.

There were those who still held onto the past, those who whispered in the shadows that Agartha was a planet of death, cursed by the remnants of old civilization.

These whispers were ignored at first, brushed off as nothing more than the superstitions of the old world.

But as the years passed, strange occurrences began to unfold. Students disappeared without a trace, their dorms left untouched, their belongings undisturbed.

Shadows moved unnaturally within the academy walls, and some swore they heard whispers in the dead of night, calling them toward something unknown.

Despite these unsettling events, the academy thrived. It produced the finest warriors, the most brilliant strategists, and the most skilled mages that the galaxy had ever seen.

Many of Sirius’ greatest generals and advisors were once students of Xizonrie, and their influence extended beyond the borders of their home planet.

Agartha, once dismissed as an unimportant world, became a key player in the political and military affairs of the Andromeda system.

Zecomiel ruled for many years, watching as his dream unfolded before him.

Under his leadership, Sirius and Agartha prospered together, no longer separated by the restrictions of the past.

But as time passed, the shadows that had been ignored for so long began to grow.

The whispers that once lurked in the corners of the academy became voices in the halls, and the disappearances that were once rare became more frequent.

Something was stirring beneath Agartha’s surface, something that had been waiting for centuries.

By the time Zecomiel neared the end of his reign, signs of unrest had begun to appear.

The academy, despite its success, was no longer just a place of learning, it had become a battleground for forces unseen.

There were those who believed that the darkness from Sirius’ past had followed them to Agartha, and that the destruction of the first academy had not been a mere accident.

Some believed that whatever had ended Xizonrie before was still alive, buried deep beneath the new foundation, waiting for its moment to rise once more.

Zecomiel, though wise and powerful, did not have the answers. He knew only that change was necessary, and that the new generations would have to face whatever lay ahead.

As his time on the throne came to an end, he passed his legacy onto his son, who continued to build upon the foundation he had laid.

The academy remained strong, even as the shadows deepened, and Agartha continued to grow, even as the unknown loomed over it.

Now, centuries later, King Dan ruled in the aftermath of what his great-grandfather had created.

He was born into a world that had long since accepted the mysteries of Agartha, a world that had thrived despite the warnings of the past.

But with recent events, the disappearance of Ahcehera, the loss of communication with the planet, and the whispers of darkness returning, King Dan could not help but wonder.

Had Zecomiel truly freed them from the chains of the old world? Or had he only delayed the inevitable?

As he stood in the throne room, contemplating the choices before him, he could feel the weight of history pressing down on his shoulders.

The legacy of his great-grandfather was one of progress, of breaking free from the past.

But now, as the shadows of Agartha grew darker, he feared that the past was not something they had left behind, it was something they were still living in.