My Yandere Wives are Transcendents

Chapter 365: Different Language

"Hmm?" Eli furrowed his brow, observing as Bloodsucker disappeared abruptly. "What is he up to now?" he wondered aloud, momentarily puzzled before shrugging it off and refocusing on his current task at hand.

"Why aren't you begging?" Eli's frown deepened as he noticed Theo, his eyes downcast and filled with uncertainty.

Within King Theo's mind, a poignant memory resurfaced..... the words of his father echoing through the years, imprinted in his consciousness from childhood,

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"Listen, my son... See these chants..."

"Yes, what are those strange words, Daddy?"

"These are the words that once summoned a power beyond human comprehension... If you were chosen as a Hero..."

"A Hero, Daddy?"

"Yes, if fate deemed you worthy of becoming a Hero, you must be prepared to harness this power... and if you succeed..."

"We will reign over the world together, won't we, Daddy?"

"Hehehe... Yes," his father's laughter resonated in his memory.

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Shaking himself from his reverie, Theo couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, "But I wasn't chosen as a Hero... Father," he muttered softly, grappling with the weight of unfulfilled expectations and lost dreams.

From the very moment of his birth, Theo's father instilled in him the belief that he was destined to be a hero, urging him to always be prepared for that role. Fueled by this unwavering faith in his father's words, Theo dedicated himself tirelessly to every aspect of heroism.

He honed his skills to perfection, mastering the arts of elegance, generosity, bravery, courage, manipulation, and swordsmanship, among countless others, all in pursuit of embodying the ideal hero.

And yet, despite his relentless efforts and unwavering determination,

a mere upstart, a brash and inexperienced youth, was chosen as the Hero. Theo, who had poured his heart and soul into becoming worthy of that title, found himself relegated to the role of a sidelined character—merely a stepping stone or a supporting figure to the Hero.

The gravity of this injustice threatened to engulf everything Theo held dear—his life, his throne, his very future—all at the mercy of someone he saw as unworthy, an obstacle to his rightful path.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Theo seethed inwardly, the weight of disillusionment and betrayal pressing down upon him, threatening to suffocate his once unyielding spirit.

Above all, it was the sheer absurdity of it all that gnawed at him—the fact that he, who had worked tirelessly and strived for excellence, was now being crushed under the heel of a mortal who seemed no more significant than a pebble in the grand scheme of things.

As he watched his father suffer, Theo's thoughts turned introspective, his pride now a bitter pill to swallow.

"How laughable it all is!" Theo's voice echoed with a mix of bitterness and resignation as his mind finally reached its breaking point, the weight of unfulfilled dreams and shattered expectations pushing him to the brink of despair.

If only I had been chosen as the Hero...

If only this mortal were not so abnormal...

"OHHH!!" The unexpected banter between Eli and the Vampire Queen elicited an exclamation of surprise from the onlookers, momentarily distracting them from the grisly scene that had just unfolded. Despite the horrors witnessed, the intrigue and drama of the moment captivated the spectators.

"Kayden!!" A sudden cry pierced the arena, drawing all eyes to separate platforms where the Hero of Theos Kingdom was seen, his eyes glazed over in white, as if some unseen force had taken hold of him.

The incomprehensible language spilled from Kayden's lips, echoing with an otherworldly resonance, "σου παρέχετε!....." His hand pointed towards Theo's lifeless body, a sense of urgency and command imbued in his gestures.

"Ξυπνήστε!!!!"

'Thud!'

A heavy thud reverberated through the air as Kayden plummeted from the sky, his descent abrupt and uncontrolled, akin to a marionette with its strings severed.

The sudden turn of events left everyone in stunned silence, the air itself seeming to hold its breath in anticipation.

But then, a deafening sound shattered the tranquillity...

"SSSSIIGGGGGG!!!!"

A blinding light erupted, illuminating the night sky with an intensity that rivalled the sun, its epicentre originating from the direction of Theos Kingdom.

The spectacle left onlookers in awe, the calm atmosphere shattered by the unfolding mystery and the overwhelming display of unknown light forces at play.

In Theos Kingdom

The underground expanse of the castle was a testament to meticulous craftsmanship, designed with a blend of harmony and balance, showcasing the use of pristine white marble stones and majestic pillars that adorned the surroundings.

Within this subterranean domain, a peculiar scene unfolded... A small, distorted figure perched at the centre of a wide circular area. This figure's vantage point was atop a unique symbol resembling thunder, intricately embedded into a massive circular door-like structure. Suddenly, the figure began to radiate with a brilliant luminosity, akin to a star shining amidst the darkness.

The thunder-like symbol crackled with newfound energy, its presence manifesting as a shimmering circular outline upon the door. The massive structure seemed to stir of its own accord, attempting to rotate on its hinges, but,

"I won't!" The figure's voice echoed resolutely as it used its hand to halt the circular motion of the door, disrupting its attempt to turn.

'Dum, Dum, Dum...'

'PPPINNGGGGGGG'

A rhythmic beat, akin to drumming, resonated from within the door, accompanied by a resounding horn sound that reverberated through the underground chambers. The figure struggled to maintain its grip on the door, preventing it from spinning as commanded by the mysterious sounds emanating from within.

"WHO DID THIS!!" The figure's frustration rang out in the lonely castle, its voice a blend of anger and bewilderment.

Suddenly,

"sssiiii"

A soft whisper-like white line emerged from the narrow gap created by the slightly ajar circular door. The figure made a futile attempt to capture it, but with every movement, the circular door threatened to spin uncontrollably.

'Tsk' With a dissatisfied click of its tongue, the figure observed the small white thread slipping away from it's grasp.