Volume 1: Slaughter Enters the Mortal Realm Chapter 7: Usurpation and Astonishing Change

  I stood on the stage for a long time, and I was getting impatient. I glared fiercely at the eunuch standing beside me, who was startled by my fierce gaze and suddenly came back to his senses. He hastily proclaimed in a loud voice: "By the recommendation of Prince Arstot, the Night Clan warrior Vite from the Lost Forest has won the victory! Let us cheer for the winner!"

  The long-suppressed cheers finally burst out loudly from people's throats, and they all felt that it was worth watching such a duel. The only one who looked unhappy was Prince Arland, while Alsto didn't forget to strike him a few more times: "Sorry, I didn't expect big brother's warrior to be so weak, forgot to ask Vito to show mercy, haha." His iron-green face turned even uglier.

  Standing on the stage, I sneaked a glance at Princess Xierina, only to see her gaze also fixed on me. My heart couldn't help but swell with pride, and my desire for performance surged forth. I truly hoped more challengers would come up, so I could show off my skills. However, after waiting for a long time, no one else dared to come up. It seemed that Sam had just scared them off, and now that I had defeated the previously invincible Sam with a single move, they were even less willing to come up and humiliate themselves.

  "Haha, it seems everyone has acknowledged that our brave warrior from the Night Clan has achieved the final victory! Come on, let's give the winner of this martial contest 200 gold coins and a toast with fine wine! Let us raise our cups to the glory of our warrior!" King Mosan declared my victory since no one else continued to challenge me, and granted me the reward. Haha, the wine isn't that great, but the 200 gold coins make this poor kid extremely happy! With this amount of money, I can live a rich life now! Long live wealth!!

  No matter how envious and jealous the people around me are, I lovingly caress that bag of glittering gold coins. These are good things, with them I can buy a big house, marry several beautiful women, hire a few servants, and live a happy and carefree life. Don't blame me for not having great ambitions, it's already not bad for a poor man who suddenly becomes rich to have such a clear head.

  I was indulging in the scenery here when Mo Sang Wang began to speak again: "All of you tribal leaders and ministers, on this great day, I am going to announce something."

  The two princes listening on the side changed their faces at the same time, as if they already knew what he was going to say. The difference is that Arland, who had a difficult expression just now, looked like he had eaten something exciting, with an excited look on his face, while Alsto's face turned pale and ugly, his hands tightly grasping the edge of the table, trembling constantly.

  "Today, I shall announce that my successor has been chosen, and my eldest son Arin will become the new King of Mosan after my death." The voice of the King of Mosan echoed through the square.

  "Long live Your Majesty!" Having learned of the ultimate ownership of power, those old and cunning tribal leaders and ministers congratulated Arland on his new status as crown prince, while Alsto was left out in the cold, with no one asking about him. The warmth and coldness of human relationships can be seen at a glance.

  "Hmm, haha, hahahaha!" Asto suddenly burst out laughing loudly, and his laughter grew more intense, with a hint of losing control.

  "What are you laughing at? Why don't you accept that I have become the prince? You coward! You don't even dare to hold a knife, how can you possibly be the king of the grasslands?" Arland, who had long been dissatisfied with him, immediately launched a sharp attack. Indeed, on this grassland where the strong rule, someone who doesn't even dare to hold a knife will not get anyone's respect.

  "Hahahaha... Cough, hahahaha, I'm laughing at all of you! Especially you, a fool who only knows how to dance with knives and swords all day long! What else can you do besides killing on the battlefield that's better than me? You're just a martial artist! And our ridiculous father, he's just like you, only knowing how to fight, and making a mess of domestic affairs. All these years, if it weren't for my hard work maintaining Mosan, do you think the common people would have such a peaceful and comfortable life? But this old fool really has no vision, he actually likes you, a guy who only knows how to fight and kill! I made so much effort to get his recognition, but it's still not as good as your small victory on the border! He's an old fool!"

  This astonishing remark stunned everyone present, and they all stared blankly at the Second Prince, who was completely devoid of his usual calm and elegant demeanor. Even his father, King Mosan, was left speechless.

  "Ah, you scoundrel! You dare to insult our father the king? Watch me thrash you!" Arin's quick temper flared up and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to pounce on his maddened brother. But before he could take a few steps, his face suddenly changed color, his robust body swaying as if he had drunk dozens of kilograms of strong liquor, staggering like a drunkard before thudding to the ground.

  The person next to him wanted to support him, but suddenly his body also went soft and fell to the ground. Thud, thud, one by one, the people at the banquet fell down, even Mo Sang Wang Gu, who had held on for a while, finally fell down powerless, leaving only a few people on Alstona's side unaffected. For a moment, the only sound in the square was Alstona's loud laughter.

  "Detestable, what do you want to do! Guards! Seize that usurper!" The old capital shouted loudly at the guards with all his might, but unfortunately, those guards who came rushing did not listen to his orders, on the contrary, they gathered around Alsto.

  "Hah, sorry about that, my respected Your Majesty... no, former Your Majesty. Our Royal Guard is loyal to the king of this country, so now we are loyal to the new King Alstro of Morzan." The captain of the Royal Guard, Nadak, came up behind Alstro, sneering at his former master with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

  "You heartless and ruthless rebel, you will never have a good ending! The people of Mosang will not accept you as a usurper, all the tribes will oppose you!" Gudu said with hatred, realizing that he had been completely outmaneuvered by his usually underestimated youngest son.

  The triumphant Arlst did not take the old king's words to heart, and with a cold smile he crushed his last shred of hope: "My dear father, do you think I would be so foolish? Since I've done it, I must do it perfectly. The palace guards are all my people now, and you... humph, do you know why I brought a Nightwalker here? It's to make him the scapegoat for this affair. Tomorrow everyone will know that a foreign Nightwalker assassin killed the royal family, many ministers and tribal leaders died in the chaos, and he was finally killed by Captain Nadak. The matter will be settled without any evidence. And as for those tribes, if a respected tribal leader can lead the way in pledging allegiance to me, such as my esteemed father-in-law, then everything will be fine." At this time, a tall and majestic old man appeared beside him.

  Looking at the old man in front of him, Gudu let out a mournful smile: "Kabu, old friend, even you have betrayed me, why?" The old man was none other than Kabu, the chief of the Krim tribe, Mosan's largest clan, and also an old friend of Gudu. Seeing that he too had joined the ranks of the conspirators, the fearless King Mosan finally hung his noble head in despair.

  "I'm sorry, my king. I did this for the survival of our tribe. In recent years, you've been increasingly favoring our sworn enemies, the Barsa Tribe. Under your tacit approval, they've been encroaching on our grazing lands and killing our young warriors under false pretenses. You've never upheld justice for us because they're the tribe of your eldest son's wife. The Krim Tribe has grown weaker under their oppression. For the future of our tribe, we chose to support my son-in-law Alsto as the King of Mosan, so I had no choice but to do this to you."

  "Hmph, now you can die with your eyes closed, as long as we kill all of you and that nocturnal person, I can rest assured... Guards..." Just as he was about to give the order to kill, a sudden voice interrupted him.

  "Sorry! Can I say something? Why do I have to die?" Alstro suddenly heard this voice, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. Following the sound, he saw me standing upright in the middle of the square.

  "Why?! Didn't you drink the wine I spiked with Soul-Devouring Grass?! Why are you still standing?!" He said, disbelievingly, seeing me standing there unscathed.

  It's probably the effect of physical strengthening, but there's no need to tell this guy: "Hmph, this is the power of a Night Clan member, medicine is useless." Exaggerating the strength of the Night Clan and intimidating him would be good too.

  "Never mind, it doesn't matter if there's no anesthetic. Do you think we still have a chance to escape from here?" As his voice fell, a row of archers surrounded the square, with over a hundred bows and arrows aimed at me. It seems this guy had long been prepared.