Chapter 1735: Back to the dreams
Chapter 1735: Back to the dreams
The corpse that fell resembled that of a young man with golden hair and a sharp, refined aura. His identity was unmistakable—Martin, the Crown Prince of the Golden Star Kingdom, a figure the entire Everlife Continent believed to be dead.
But Martin had not perished.
Back when Cain, disguised as Jarkal, triggered that catastrophic explosion which engulfed both himself and Martin, he had made a calculated decision.
Instead of killing the young prince, Cain had sealed Martin within the stomach of Lord of Conquest Leviathan. There, isolated in the deepest parts of the beast’s essence, Martin’s will and ego had been constantly eroded—devoured by the Concept of Gluttony and reshaped by the Path of Conquest.
A dry cough echoed across the volcanic shoreline.
“Kuh-huh!”
Martin’s body stirred, rising slowly from the charred earth. But the man who emerged was not the same prince the world had known. His once-vibrant eyes, once filled with zeal and pride, now burned with a deep crimson flame—a controlled, unwavering inferno that seemed to command every thought, every breath.
Cain’s sharp gaze locked onto Martin, and a flicker of psychic power flooded the area, scanning every inch of the man’s body and soul. After a long moment, a small, satisfied smile curled on Cain’s lips. With a simple nod, Martin understood the unspoken command.
Without a word, he vanished into the earth—his aura completely suppressed.
Cain had taken every measure to make himself undetectable, especially from the eyes of Divine Calamity or that mysterious, godlike Lord. But the very process of such concealment would leave him completely defenseless.
That’s why Martin’s presence was crucial. The prince, now reborn as a living weapon of conquest, would act as guardian—silent, lethal, and hidden.