Zeras quickly crossed the street as he moved towards the poster.
It was written as such:
Atlantis King Battle Competition.
#The former king of Atlantis, Atlas Zean, has died and possess no successor, except for his adopted son, Sammodra Zean, who cannot become the automatic king due to the second Atla rule which states that only the most purest in bloodline among the Atlanteans can become King.
The next king would have to be the one with the purest bloodline and that is only determined by the most Powerful Atlantean.
Therefore, Sammodra has organized a competition where the major warriors of Atlantis gather together to look for the best fighter among them, which can only be the one with the purest bloodline.
And that best fighter will be crowned the new King of Atlantis.#
Zeras looked at the information, his brows furrowed, as he thought of it well.
The mission given to him by the Monolith was to defeat the false king and become the true King of Atlantis.
It seemed the false king was Sammodra. Now he just couldn’t waltz into the palace and asked to challenge the king, unless he wants to be crucified.
So how would he challenge the king without being perceived as being disrespectful. That is where the competition comes in.
With Sammodra himself declaring a competition to determine who will be king. Then he could fairly pass the trial by defeating Sammodra which will make him the automatic King of Atlantis and therefore pass the trial.
The Competition was a Golden opportunity and his only way to passing the trial. 𝘪𝑎.
But Zeras had some doubts, is this Sammodra so powerful, he asked to challenge all the best fighters in the whole of Atlantis to a fight and still think he could win.
What kind of crazy thinking is that?
One thing is sure about Sammodra. Either he truly is very confident in his power or he’s just arrogant.
Zeras wished for the latter.
Looking below the poster:
#You can sign up for the competition at the Colloseum.#
A smile appeared on Zeras face as he tore of the sign up part and carefully put it in his pockets.
He immediately moved towards the direction of the colloseum with the fastest speed he could muster but he could see even the young Atlanteans passing him by, as they looked at him with strange expressions:
“Why is he so slow!”
Zeras’s face scruched up a little in displeasure, he really has to learn this swimmy thingy or there’s no way he would live long in this place with such slow speed.
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In the Atlantean Palace…
A young man of about 20 stood in an empty white space as he closed his eyes while a crimson coloured trident was held in his hand.
His golden hair fluttered behind him, his upper body revealed, showing his perfect built muscles which could rival that of a greek god.
An incredible beam of destructive light suddenly emanated from this part of the place, piercing towards him with ruinous power.
The young man’s eyes remained closed but the hand holding his trident was slowly raised up as he revolved thetrident in his hand with speed, causing circular wave to appear around him.
Horrifying red veins appeared in his arm as they bulged crazily to twice their normal size. He opened his eyes, a crimson glow flashing out of them as he looked at the destructive beam piercing towards him.
“HYAAAAAAAAAH…”
Suddenly bending his back, he slammed the trident on the beam of light causing an apocalyptic explosion to rock this part of space.
“BOOOOOOOM!!!”
The water around them was blown away by the explosion as rubbles filled the air, causing dust to rise up.
The dust slowly settled, revealing a man who stood there with a trident in his hand.
The young man’s hair wasn’t even ruffled form that exchange, while the gigantic machine which blew out that crimson beam of light has been shattered into pieces.
Not only did he clash with the beam. He slammed his trident on it with so much force the beam was repulsed back to the machine and destroyed it.
This was the power of Sammodra Zean. The false king of Atlantis.
“Your majesty.” A voice called out behind him, as the man turned back to look at the merman behind him.
“Speak!!!”
“Four of the five trial tester you placed in the major cities have all been defeated. A total of five warriors has gathered to challenge you for the throne.” The merman said bowing his head respectfully.
“What city is the trial tester still standing.”
“It’s the Ligeris City, my Lord.”
“Send a notification, that the entry for the competition will be closed three days from now. As for the battle for the throne. Let it begin next week.” Sammodra said his voice carrying so much authority, they dare not be defied.
“Yes, my lord…” The merman said as he turned back and left, but a sweat droplets could be seen rolling on his face, with all his hair standing straight from fear.
“They want to challenge me for the throne.
A challenge? This is nothing but a facade for me to finally fulfill the trident’s requirements to be the strongest warrior. I’ll finally be able to obtain it’s full power, and become the ultimate ruler of Atlantis.
Like it or not Atlas!, your Golden Trident will become mine soon.” Sammodra said a sinister smile lining the corner of his lips.
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