Slayer is being beaten as he tumbled across the slope. 'The King is fast and very strong' he thought. Each hit with his ax destroyed every weapon Slayer created. "You're an artist too? Use that weapon forge power like me? How is it you can't make a proper weapon! Bring out your soul weapon already show me some respect like I've shown you. Warrior to warrior." The king says after destroying another weapon made.
"At this rate your energy will dry up before we can have any kind of fun!" Slayer dodged an ax slash. Slayer dove away rolling across the ground to get away. He slammed into a boulder. Winter King sighs. "Welp! I'm officially bored! Guess time to end this!" Winter King walked over to Slayer casually. Slayer then manifested his soul weapon Demon's Wrath it was glowing red. Shadows then turned the blade black and then flames coated the edge making it hot. He gripped the hilt with both hands and stood defiantly. Winter King smiled, "That looks more like it!" The king said lunging forward. The two clashed and the sword withstood every attack. Slayer then went on the offense driving the king back. The King was smiling from ear to ear.
The two were locked in a battle of strength and speed each pushing the other back and gaining ground over the other till they switched places just as quickly. The battle raged on and over the mountain. Winter King had wind swirl around him and lifted off the ground for a power slash of his ax. Slayer activated his flight boots and shot like a bullet into the sky. They hovered above the mountain fighting one another in the air. They both circled each other as they fought. Till finally Slayer pushed all his energy into his flight making him shoot at the King. With a roar from the young man he made his last attempt. Using all strength left in his body. The blade of his sword slashed across the King's stomach cutting him clean in half. The two fell to the mountain peak each now incapacitated. Slayer lay next to the throne and the king lay in two pieces.
The king chuckled, spitting black blood, "that was a hell of a fight kid. Thank you for a worthy fight. With the last of my strength I'll give you some advice. Your journey will continue to get worse from here. The High King won't be easy to kill nor will everyone else. Your a small fish swimming with sharks" he removed his mask and threw it at Slayer's feet. "Your prize. Use my forge power usefully" he said before dying. Slayer picked up the mask and placed it over his demon mask. It turned into energy and then was absorbed into the mask. He then approached the king placing a glowing palm on his chest absorbing the chi of the king. Slayers eyes started glowing bright red and sparks dance on his body. His soul core then reached the second level of rank four, his mind palace started to expand giving him a migraine finally reaching rank four of his mind. He felt delighted at this.
He then fell back unconscious staring at the blue star over head before his eyes went black.
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Location: ???
A tower with gears moving around in its outside and it had burned marks all over it. The city around him were mechanized buildings. The streets bustling with people in gold armor and who were all armed from swords, daggers, lances, maces, and mage staffs. Inside the tower sat a man with a bronze boar mask. He was dawned in a suit vest, white shirt, black pants, boots, and chains on his belt some connected to his pockets. Upon his tan skin were tattoos of magic circles on his forearms. Gold and silver rings with expensive gems were on his fingers. He had a massive custom hand gun on his thigh. Two daggers sheathed on his belt resting on his lower back. In his hands he was reading a piece of parchment with glowing red eyes.
Next to him a man in gold armor stood at the ready waiting for him to finish. Boar mask shook his head, "Information accurate?" he asked the armored guard. "Yes, sire. We have a spy in the Ice Realm" he reported. Boar mask nodded at this information and then sighed. He stood looking out the oculus of his chamber over looking the city. "Double the guard and make preparations. The Gate can take him here next if were not prepared. Bring out the big guns Torrent. I'm saying tanks, automatons, gun ships, etc. We are gonna kill him if he sets foot in my realm. What is going on with the people? We still having resistance from those rebels led by the traitor Yuriel Grath?" he asked turning to look at Torrent. "Yes sire, they have recently attacked some of our ammo factories. We lost twenty men and four were captured alive" Torrent's body looked tense waiting for his response. Boar mask remained calm, "Well I think its time for another raid. Lets make sure we use loyal ones this time. We cant confirm who has switched sides and remains within these walls as spies. I trust you more than most Torrent that's why I can tell you things in confidence. So you will hand pick the men and go for underworld hideouts. Have you been able to find their locations?" he asked sitting back on his gold throne.
"Yes sire, I have locations of five spots we can hit at once. I wont fail you War King" the king nodded at this. "I believe you will make me proud Torrent. The World has seen fit to make things change. Something we need to weave through and think strategically. We are not asking the High King for anything. War Realm will stand alone. Is that understood Torrent?" he asked. Torrent nodded.
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Slayer awoke in the same place he passed out. He sat up weakly, 'cold doesn't seem to be an issue anymore' he thought. He stood up and took a drink of water from his belt. He then pulled a food pellet from another and ate it. He then assessed his body entering his Mind Palace seeing more orbs floating int he darkness. He looked through them and found the two new abilities, 'Resistance to cold' was one and the other was 'Ice Forge' he nodded at this. Holding the orb the techniques instructions and make up of the ability. His mind flooding with information. Even the use of the hammer and chisel, 'New way to forge, but it comes with something else. He gave life to his creations' he opened his eyes and took out a mind pill to help keep his mind expanding slowly.
He approached the King's body taking the hammer and chisel from his belt. He put them into his dimensional belt. He then bowed at the Winter King's corpse showing him respect, "I know your people love you I have seen that for myself. Any other situation you could be a teacher, but I feel you taught me something. Might be the only King so far. Thank you Winter King" after he paid respects to his opponent. He then walked down the mountain. He made his way west as usual towards the gate of this realm. He approached the gate and is greeted by a grinning face in between the gate.
"You're quite the busy one. Five kings all falling to your hands. Impressive what realm will be next you think?" The gate stated. Slayer said nothing as he passed through the gate. 'I swear it gets more annoying every time we interact' Slayer thought. He found himself in a gray grass covered plain. With hills flowing like waves. Two moons were overhead. The temperature was nice and comfortable. Slayer pulled out a gold circle with a circle of glass in the middle. The glass flashed with a name the Night Realm. 'Night realm? This place is pretty pleasant' Slayer thought.
Slayer made camp under the only tree he could find. Sitting by the fire he stared at the Sun Shard. He stared at the details of the craftsmanship it's handle was braided around it with a diamond guard and a kashira pommel. The blade was curved like a katana. The hilt was decorated with a sun and patterns stamp. He unsheathed the sword revealing a gold and white blade. That had a brilliant shine to it. 'I haven't used this yet. This blade is supposed to cut anything which is accurate cause its cutting my patience being that it won't listen to me' Slayer thought. He poured chi into the sword to commune with it. 'Well that last showing was quite a fight young man' The sword said to him in his mind. Slayer shook his head, "Did I fulfill your request?" Slayer thought. 'You proved you had strong will, but none of that fight was creative. Sorry maybe the next one will get it done' the sword went silent. Slayer shook his head sheathing the sword. He pulled a paper pad with a leather cover with a pencil. He began sketching the plain in front of him. 'Stupid sword. At least Demon's Wrath is reliable' he thought as he continued to draw.