The King of this country was having an intense meeting with his subordinates. After a lengthy discussion on critical matters, he was finally free and only wished for some rest.
After leaving the meeting room, he headed directly to his chamber. Just as he entered, an ominous feeling crept into his mind, making him extremely alert.
Suddenly, a voice came from his right side.
"Hello."
Tilting his head, the King saw a young man seated casually in a resting chair, completely unbothered by the fact that he had infiltrated the most secure room in the entire kingdom. The audacity of the young man startled the King for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. He was a powerful ruler, after all. A calm mind in any situation was a trait of a true king.
After studying the young man for a while, the King finally spoke. "And who might you be?"
"Oh, me? I'm just an ordinary young man."
"An ordinary man would not have the audacity to enter my chambers, bypassing thousands of powerful guards," the King said in a frustrated yet controlled tone. "What do you want?" he asked in an authoritative voice.
Hearing this, the young man smirked. "Oh, well. I'm here to offer you a deal."
"A deal?" The King narrowed his eyes.
"Yes. I want that crystal-like orb in your possession. Are you willing to exchange it for something valuable?"
"I have no interest in selling or exchanging it. You may leave."
"Oh, then let me rephrase my words. You will give me that orb, and in return, I will give you power."
"And how can I trust that, and why would i need power i am a king this country ?" the King asked skeptically.
"Oh? You need proof?" The young man pondered for a moment before asking, "Is there anything you desire?"
"I am a King. I have everything I need. What could possibly entice me?"
"I see…" The young man smiled. "How about this?" He waved his hand, and suddenly, a small pill materialized in front of the King.
The moment he laid eyes on the pill, his heart pounded. His eyes widened in sheer disbelief. What he had just witnessed was beyond his understanding.
His soul had been damaged in battle 300 years ago, and despite all his power, he had found no way to heal it. But the pill before him was a Soul Healing Pill—something so rare that only pill master can make it and the Pill masters only appeared every 100,000 years. The last known pill master had died 70,000 years ago.
Even if he sacrificed his entire kingdom, acquiring such a pill was nearly impossible. And yet, this young man had just conjured it effortlessly.
This pill alone could solve all his problems.
After much thought, the King made his decision. He would exchange the glass orb for the pill.
"A very happy transaction. We will meet again, King."
Saying that, the young man left the King's chamber, vanishing into the night, leaving the King alone with his newfound hope.