IDOLIZING CHAOS

King Fritz

Plaque looked flatly at now calm sea... He felt triviality after. If there was something he could confirm though, was the series of opportunities and lucky chances he had come across from the first time he and that brat met in a not so favorable condition.

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Looking back, only a few weeks had gone by since their first meeting.

“I hope you're all still alive. I promise I'll make it back soon, just wait — " He stared blankly. Clenched his fist and couldn't help heave a sad sigh...

'It's been too long, I wonder if you'll still remember me... I wonder if you're still alive.'

With that silent vow, he locked his past in the deepest corners of his mind, deciding on the day he would be strong enough to go back there.

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Few meters away from him, a radiant bulb of light squirmed every so often, exuding a trace of violent power. Cries of anguish could be heard coming out from this ball.

Plaque looked on emotionlessly before stretching out his palm. This ball of light - as if magnetized - suddenly moved faster than the sound itself and was absorbed into the said palm.

“I see. So I can still absorb weaker souls to replenish my power

Why then can I not take his? it shouldn't be because of that flimsy contract we made... No, if I should guess, something out here is protecting his soul. Something strong.

Hmmph! By the time I've fully assimilated the power from that old ghost Soul body, I would have been reborn anew. Whatever protection he has would easily be torn down. Wait for me... Maria!"

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“Brat! aren't you awake?”

Aeries sat up with a start. Plaque voice had brought him out of his dozed state. Wasting no time, he sat down in a mediative posture to check his condition.

Seeing that the situation in his sea of consciousness wasn't as bad as he feared, he let out a heave and rose.

“Plaque, thank you. I would've died if you had not saved me back then."

“Don't sweat the details kid. Quickly Check out that sea of precious resources."

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'Right! The mission, how could I forget'

A switch was corked on when Plaque's reminder came.

He opened the mission panel and saw the details. [Mission; Loot Joran King's Treasure room.

Mission rank, Rank D

Properties; Search for the secret treasury of the former king of the Joran empire... King Fritz and pillage it.

You'll find several needed resources to boost your cultivation.

Status; Pending. Deadline - 7 more days

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Mission two;

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Defeat Chan Long.

Mission duration: 3 hours

The rank of mission: D+

Rewards; 20,000 Exp. 2000 Yuan Coins.

1 lucky draw if mission 5~6 is completed before 1 hour

Status; Completed. 1/2]

"Huh?! but I never got to defeat Chan Long... But it's good news, to say the least."

Staring ahead of him, precious materials laid limply on the ground, not sure if it was his imagination or not — all this wealth gleamed with an alluring twinkle.

‘Ah! Fisherman benefits. This is how it feels fishing in troubled waters.'

He wasted no time to heap the trove into his Space rings.

Truly befitting of a King's secret treasury — he opened a large trunk only to see various space rings of the Low Rank.

Although their ranks were the lowest, the commodities stored in them were far from ordinary.

From bundles of Imperial Gold to Ranked Weapons and costly Artifacts, to even items Aeries could not figure out.

After ransacking the entire place, Aeries was like a mad man, grinning foolishly all over the place.

In the end, he even saw a High-Rank Space ring... This was what he used to transfer all his 'pillaging'. Or else he would've left more than half behind.

The high-rank space ring encompasses something a little bit short of 100×4 square meters. It was as broad as it was high— as compared to the 40×4 of the Mid ranked one he had been wearing.

“It's time to leave. And fast. I'll sort everything outside_ huh?”

To Aeries bewilderment, he saw a bunk bed not so far away... surprisingly, it was occupied!

He faced the bed with trepidation, but still decided to take a look at who it was.

A few steps though, he scrunched up his nose at the disgusting smell from the person.

“Dead maybe—”

“H-hero. Pl—eaz hewlp me!!"

It's alive! the figure croaked in distress.

Aeries was still suspicious, he plodded carefully to see the figure.

It was an old man, his figure was blanketed with wrinkles and even his eyesight seemed damaged. From what Aeries could tell, this 'man' was walking on the tight bridge to the afterworld.

Aeries was not fazed at all, he replied “Can you hear me? What do you want?"

“P-pleaz, helps me seek dzustice. Dzustiz for mi!

Stop ma Farthazt!”

Even with his sharp hearing, Aeries still mulled over the man's words for a while. In the end, he deduced the sentence but his face was far from relieved.

“Correct me if am wrong. You want me to seek out justice? To stop your father. But why, and who exactly are you?"

The man struggled a smile before sheepishly nodding, “I I'm de Zecond Porince. Porince Lao Fritz."

“Do I look like a 4-year-old? The Second Prince is currently in a power struggle with his elder brother, right in this instance. How do you think I'll believe you - an old man - are the Prince?"

‘Brat! You must remember where you are. This is the cultivation world where almost everything is possible. In fact, it's not that hard_ Soul Transfer!’...

“There's something like this too?" Aeries refocused on the Prince. He saw there wasn't a thing he could do to save him. To reverse this, he had to take up a new study of souls — a project that can take decades. This man might not even live past few hours.

“I believe you. Then the person in your body should be the real owner of this body you now possess right, who is it?”

“Itz de vastartd!!! My Father!"

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Aeries felt emotional as if moved away from the underground safe. There were more than a few things that implicated the matter.

To learn that the Second Prince, who Earl Torres - His father - had thoroughly supported was in fact, the main mastermind behind the killings of the Krieger's. Aeries had a solemn look. nevertheless, now that the cat had been let out of the bag, the self-esteemed Prince must be killed.

There wasn't a doubt that the real Prince Lao Fritz was the old man. Plaque confirmed that the soul of the body had been tampered with... and more than once — it would seem like the King wasn't so proficient in soul transfer and failed repeatedly, severely harming the soul of his child...

All for the sake of the Throne... To rule only for a while longer.

‘Scum!’

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“What was the rumbling just now?”

“How should I know. If am to guess, it'll be caused by the combination happening in the great hall!”

“Seriously! How terrific would the confrontation be? to cause tremors to convene this far?”

“Good thing our forces aren't in direct clash with the reds."

“hehe, after this, more than a dozen Houses would be left in the dust. Due to the fight, their powerhouses and supreme elders would surely be cut short. Then we can then encroach on their properties!!"

Fabulous planning! Thank the gods the Second Prince recognized our worth and made us be his left and right protectors!”

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Man would always seek treasures and be inclined to anything profitable. Guilt aside, just the fact that a new space would be opened for them to fill made everyone giddy.

The only unhappy soul was the Second Prince himself... Or it'll be right to say, King Fritz!

He knew the rumbling wasn't due to the chaotic melee. Tracing its source, it seems to pummeled from underground.

‘Could Master be in trouble? What am I thinking? If there's anyone that can defeat his soul arts, then that person can walk free and unfettered anyway in this kingdom. His soul... Has cultivation at the Peak of Martial King Realm. Just a bit more to break through the shackles of mortality and become a Martial Emperor!!’

When King Fritz gazed at the excited men, a trace of ridicule appeared on his lips. 'Smile, smile! What you don't know is that this room is the place you die.’

“First Prince. Shall we conclude things here? Or, by any chance, are you waiting for the reinforcements to arrive? Don't bother, I've already set precautionary measures before now.”

The First Prince... “Hmmph! For you to be this scheming. Truly a wolf in pigskin, You had enough patience to wait this long before showing your fangs. If I'm to guess, Father poisoning was your doing"

“Don't push your luck brother... After all, Father might be just fine these last months... Isn't that right, Father?”

The Double ganger he poisoned before now let out a soft moan. Everything he set was for this moment. Even the 'Sick King' had been mind-controlled to obey all his biddings.

But he was still walking on a tight rope here, Any powerhouse would be able to tell this trick out with a glance. That was the reason he let no one above the 3rd Martial Great General Realm here.

“There's no need to be surprised. Father had always been favorable to me. I believe THIS would make you understand."

“H-how, impossible! Why did he give the Imperial Great Token!"

'Because am your father dummy! Now to end things'

King Fritz's face suddenly looked sickened, but yet a smile of victory - And even ecstasy - appeared on his lips.

At the same instance, a ghostly grew array appeared in the room, covering the whole space and everyone in it. Color seems to fade till only a Monotreme of Grey and blinding white was beheld.

“What is happening!?"

“Ahh!! my soul. It's seeping from me!"

People with weaker cultivations were the first to experience discomfort.

The extreme happened right before their eyes as if time was sped up, they grew with astonishing speed, and in less than a minute, some had already turned Grey-haired and even their eyes lost their luster...

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Meanwhile, Aeries encountered a problem,