Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Prepare Them (Special Chapter)
King Dan Bloodstone had always believed that strength was not inherited, it was forged.

Knowing the burden that fate had placed upon his children, he vowed to ensure that each one of them would grow into warriors strong enough to withstand the coming storm.

From the moment his children could walk, their training began. It wasn’t just swordsmanship or archery, King Dan understood that raw strength alone wouldn’t save them.

He wanted each child to possess a perfect balance, strength of body, mind, and spirit.

And so, at a very young age, his children were enrolled in the Imperial Military Station, where only the elite soldiers of the empire trained.

Unlike other noble families who favored traditional magic training, Dan strictly forbade his children from relying on spells or inherited power.

Instead, he demanded that they master the art of Cosmic Energy Circulation and Manipulation, a complex system that allowed warriors to harness their own life force and amplify it to achieve superhuman abilities.

Each morning before dawn, the children would gather in the courtyard of the Imperial Station, where instructors drilled them in intense conditioning routines.

The sessions began with endurance training, hours of running through steep mountain paths with weighted armor strapped to their bodies.

The scorching desert winds battered their faces by day, while the biting frost of the icy plains chilled them by night.

Their bodies were tested to the limits, and only when they learned to control their breathing and regulate their internal cosmic energy did they find the strength to endure.

Once their bodies were conditioned, they began the real training, mastering their own elemental abilities. The eldest son, Aziefiero, possessed a powerful affinity for fire.

Sparks danced between his fingertips, his flames surging hotter when he channeled his inner energy.

He learned to temper his fire, not only as a weapon but as a defensive tool, using it to create fiery barriers and redirect attacks.

The second son, Alexius, excelled in wind manipulation. His control allowed him to create sharp wind blades capable of slicing through steel.

Yet Alexius’s greatest skill lay in his ability to enhance his own speed, weaving through opponents like a phantom, too fast to be struck.

Their third brother, Abrixien, drew power from the earth.

His strength was unmatched, he could shatter stone with a single strike and manipulate the ground beneath his feet to create deadly traps or defensive walls.

The fourth son, Aleverin, had a powerful voice. He trained to manipulate sound frequencies, shattering bones or inducing disorientation with a mere whisper.

The fifth son, Azedreo, possessed an ice affinity that turned the air frigid with his presence.

He wielded frozen spears with deadly precision, capable of encasing entire groups of enemies in unbreakable frost.

The sixth, Acentrix, commanded shadows. He could blend into the darkness like a wraith, his presence vanishing entirely.

His ability to manipulate fear was what made him most dangerous, weaving illusions that clouded the minds of his enemies.

The seventh son, Aryndale, wielded the power of illusion. He could make allies appear as enemies or vanish from sight entirely, turning the battlefield into a chaotic web of deception.

And lastly, there was their youngest, their only sister, Ahcehera. From birth, her presence had been different. Unlike her brothers, she displayed no immediate elemental affinity.

Yet King Dan knew she possessed something far more powerful, a force even the Imperial instructors could not explain.

She seemed to bend fate itself, predicting her brothers’ attacks before they struck, moving with unnatural grace as if the universe whispered its secrets to her.

Despite their individual strengths, King Dan demanded that each child master all elements. Aziefiero learned to shape ice.

Alexius practiced summoning fire. Abrixien controlled the wind.

Each of them spent years honing secondary abilities, not to master them fully, but to understand and counter them in battle.

The training wasn’t limited to power and technique alone. Dan ensured they understood war tactics, defensive maneuvers, siege formations, and assassination strategies.

They studied maps of ancient battlefields, memorized enemy patterns, and spent hours analyzing both human and non-human combat styles.

When they weren’t training in the physical world, they honed their skills in simulated environments, vast virtual landscapes that mirrored real battlegrounds.

These simulations didn’t just test combat skills, they tested survival instincts. Each child was forced to face swarms of beasts, chaotic storms, and relentless ambushes.

The simulations weren’t easy, failure meant suffering injuries that could feel real, with pain sensors designed to push them to their mental and emotional limits.

For years, this training became their life. Bruises faded into scars. Muscles hardened with discipline.

Their minds sharpened with tactical wisdom. They were no longer children, they were soldiers shaped for war.

Yet King Dan knew strength alone wouldn’t be enough. The prophecy warned of an unimaginable enemy, a force that would tear through the Andromeda Galaxy like wildfire.

The creatures that lurked beyond the empire’s borders were unlike anything his children had faced before.

One evening, as the sky bled crimson with twilight, King Dan stood on the training grounds, watching his children spar.

Aziefiero’s flames roared to life as he dueled Alexius, whose wind danced like a cyclone around him.

Azedreo summoned frozen spires to block Acentrix’s shadow blades, while Aryndale toyed with illusions, turning his brothers’ attacks into nothing but air.

And then there was Ahcehera. She stood alone, her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow, controlled, a perfect rhythm.

King Dan watched as Aziefiero suddenly turned his fire on her, a testing strike. Ahcehera didn’t even flinch.

She shifted her stance at the last moment, and the flame curved unnaturally around her.

Dan’s heart pounded. She wasn’t wielding an element, she was manipulating fate itself.

“She’s ready,” Tereza’s voice murmured beside him.

“Not yet,” Dan replied grimly. “Not until they all learn to fight together.”

Because when the storm came, when the darkness spread across the galaxy, no single power would be enough.

His children’s greatest strength wouldn’t come from their individual skills. It would come from their ability to combine them, to move as one.

And so their final training began, the Bloodstone Formation.

King Dan drilled them in perfect synchronization, the fusion of fire and wind to create blazing tornadoes, ice and shadow to form blinding traps, and earth combined with sound to deliver devastating shockwaves.

Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks. Until at last, the eight stood together, a seamless force capable of turning any battlefield to ash.

Dan watched them with pride. Whatever prophecy awaited them, whatever darkness threatened the Andromeda Galaxy, his children were no longer just heirs to a kingdom.

They were soldiers of destiny.