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Chapter 536: Unnamed
When everyone finally walked out — Alina, Ronan, Nova, Commander Black, Vice-Commander Johny — the great doors of the court groaned shut behind them.
The sound echoed across the enormous hall, bouncing against stone pillars and unfinished walls, until the silence swallowed everything again.
Leon stood alone.
His gaze lingered on the door, watching the last sliver of light vanish as it sealed completely.
The torches flickered.
The air cooled.
He inhaled slowly — a deep breath that filled his chest and settled somewhere heavy inside him.
This was the part people never saw.
When everyone finally walked out — Alina, Ronan, Nova, Commander Black, Vice-Commander Johny — the great doors of the court groaned shut behind them.
The sound echoed across the enormous hall, bouncing against stone pillars and unfinished walls, until the silence swallowed everything again.
Leon stood alone.
His gaze lingered on the door, watching the last sliver of light vanish as it sealed completely.
The torches flickered.
The air cooled.
Not the orders.
Not the authority.
Not the confident lines he drew across the battlefield or the steady voice he carried in the throne room.
This.
The quiet after leadership.
The weight that returned the second the room emptied.
He let out the breath and rubbed his thumb against his palm.
"Being king is... something else," he murmured to himself.
Not a complaint.
Not awe.
Just raw honesty.
He had divided tasks among those he trusted — real tasks with consequences, pressure, responsibility.
And as each title left his mouth — Commander, Vice-Commander, Diplomatic Minister, Prime Minister — the realization had begun to settle like dust inside him:
Every life in this kingdom now moved because he told them to.
Every decision now pulled at thousands of futures.
Back when he was Duke of Silver City, he felt a piece of this weight.
But it was smaller, sharper, easier to hold.
Now?
It was... different.
The throne wasn’t just a higher seat.
It was a different kind of existence entirely.
He walked a few steps, pacing slowly across the hall. His boots clicked softly on the stone floor still scarred from past battles — scorch marks from his fight with Aden, the violent clashes that split their camps, the lingering heat from those nights when the land itself burned under their power.
Memory tugged at him.
The night sky was black then too.
The ground still smelled of ash.
One wrong breath could’ve ended the world.
He walked a few steps, pacing slowly across the hall. His boots clicked softly on the stone floor still scarred from past battles — scorch marks from his fight with Aden, the violent clashes that split their camps, the lingering heat from those nights when the land itself burned under their power.
Memory tugged at him.
The night sky was black then too.
The ground still smelled of ash.
One wrong breath could’ve ended the world.
He shook his head lightly.
Being here — standing in a sealed court, with silence instead of screams — felt surreal.
Being here — standing in a sealed court, with silence instead of screams — felt surreal.
And humbling.
He exhaled again and straightened his shoulders.
Then a thought pushed itself forward.
A simple, almost nostalgic one.
The system.
It had been quiet lately.
No chiming notifications, no mission prompts, no sarcastic text floating in the corner of his vision.
He’d ignored it, too focused on surviving, conquering, stabilizing, breathing.
But now that the court was empty...
He lifted his head.
"System," he called.
Nothing happened.
He frowned a little.
"System. Open."
For a heartbeat, nothing.
Then—
DING.
A small translucent screen flickered into existence in front of him.
The glow was faint, pale blue, shimmering against the torchlight.
Leon blinked, surprised at how foreign it felt.
He had used this system for so long, but right now, it felt like a tool he had forgotten in a drawer for months.
Text appeared.
> [Host has completed the first High Mission: Establishment of a Kingdom]
Leon froze.
"High mission...?"
He never got something called High Mission.
He only ever received missions.
Simple, direct, sometimes annoying — but normal.
High mission was new.
Different.
Bigger.
His brows knit, confusion stirring in his chest.
The screen continued.
> [As a result, the System will enter hibernation for an uncertain duration.]
[Upon reactivation, Host will receive the High Mission Reward.]
[Attached Note: Host can still access System Shop, Hobby Pane, and Blank Points. Status Overview is available. All guided functions are temporarily disabled.]
Leon stared, completely thrown.
"...What?"
His voice echoed off the walls.
He stepped closer to the floating screen as if that would make the words change.
Hibernation?
High Mission Reward?
Uncertain duration?
He scratched the back of his neck, trying to understand.
"What high mission...?" he muttered.
"I never got a high mission. I only got—"
Realization didn’t come.
His brain simply refused to connect the missing pieces.
He clicked his tongue.
"Great," he muttered. "Now the damn thing is talking in riddles."
He tried again.
"System."
Silence.
"System," he said louder.
Nothing.
He pressed his lips together.
The screen blinked once, then vanished like a candle being snuffed out.
Leon stared at the empty space where it had been.
Confusion crept in slowly, thicker than any fear.
"System."
Nothing.
"...System."
Still nothing.
The hall felt colder suddenly — the torches flickering with a faint hiss, the shadows growing deeper around him.
Leon’s jaw tightened.
The system had never abandoned him before.
Not even during war.
Not even when he was bleeding out on the battlefield.
But now — now, when he had a kingdom to run — it disappeared?
He whispered once more, voice low, steady, carrying the faintest edge of frustration and uncertainty:
"System...?"
The silence hit harder this time.
Almost like the hall itself was swallowing his words.
The torches sputtered.
The shadows thickened.
Leon’s eyes narrowed.
Something deep inside him — instinct, memory, foresight — curled like a waking beast.
The Chapter closed on that quiet, breathless tension.
The king standing alone.
The system gone silent.
The air heavy with unanswered questions.
He slowly raised his head again.
"...System."