Dragon Monarch System Chapter 985 985:- Emperor Ren

"Evidently, the previous Butler Alfred and Goddess Athena have encountered Aditya. Even as we discuss this, they're likely plotting your downfall." Ren occupied the identical duplicate of the throne he'd requested from the organization. Yet, perching upon it brought no fulfillment. Rather, he despised this imitation he'd commissioned himself, ensuring no one would doubt the present Emperor of the Celestial Dragon Empire's right to occupy the seat or don the Empire's Crown.

"Aditya is bound to arrive." Upon hearing those words, his fists balled up tightly. He loathed the predicament he found himself in.

Though he'd realized his lifelong ambition, it sparked no thrill. It failed to deliver the fulfillment he anticipated. Instead, it left him feeling undesired and undeserving. Despite rigorous training from childhood, he remained unfit for the throne in the end. And he understood the reason all too well. It stemmed from his tainted heart.

Yet, he faced no alternative. To claim kingship, this path was unavoidable.

Ascending as King and governing the Celestial Dragon Empire stood as his grandest, singular aspiration throughout life. How could he abandon that vision after centuries of preparation solely for the throne?

How could he relinquish the notion of kingship when Aditya's parents had groomed him to become the future Emperor?

It proved utterly impossible.

Simply casting aside the idea of forgoing emperorship equated to challenging his core being. For this transcended mere dreaming; it formed the obsession defining his existence.

'This time, I'll end you myself, dear cousin.'

'I bear you no hatred, Aditya. In truth, I regard you as a brother with affection.'

'However, for the throne's sake, if I could set aside uncle and aunt who nurtured me like their own child without remorse, why spare you any compassion?'

"He'll challenge for the throne. I sense the whole Empire faces civil war. Steel yourself accordingly." The Organization's leader's voice reached his ears via the communication artifact employed by all core members to heed direct commands from the Leader.

"Let them advance. Back then, sparing him was my error, considering our blood ties as cousins."

"Now, I'll tear open his chest and extract his heart with my own hands. I'll entomb him in my own grounds." Any soul daring to covet his throne or the Empire, even his own offspring, would face Ren's unyielding wrath without mercy.

With the throne now his, he stood prepared to employ any means necessary to safeguard his authority and seat.

"The Organization pledges complete backing here." This news filled Ren with elation.

"We granted you the might to claim the throne and emperorship. Now, we'll shield you." Ren's joy knew no bounds. A faint smile briefly crossed his features before vanishing swiftly.

But the Leader pressed on. "Aditya poses the utmost peril to the Organization. He mustn't survive to amass further strength. Seize this chance to eliminate him."

The gravest concern lay in Aditya's astonishing rate of advancement. Weekly reports flooded in, each detailing the Dragon Monarch's escalating power beyond prior levels. Week by week, not only did his strength surge, but he also vanquished foes vastly superior to those from mere days prior.

This sparked intense curiosity—whether it arose from innate Divine Cultivation Talent or some hidden method for swift empowerment. Either way, Aditya's peril demanded his demise. Now, with eyes fixed on the Celestial Dragon Empire, upheaval loomed inevitable. Their confrontation was destiny.

Moreover, Ren served as the Organization's steadfast asset, bolstered by vast resources to secure his position. Discarding him proved unwise. It offered dual gains: safeguarding Ren for enduring Organizational benefits while neutralizing Aditya as an escalating menace.

"I'm 90% confident Aditya won't invade the Celestial Empire immediately. Thus, we possess time to fortify and heighten our odds of slaying him."

"A meeting must convene to devise Aditya's halt. I'll inform you of the date, time, and venue, so ready yourself."

"Understood!" Ren voiced no objections. This marked far from their initial collaboration, nor would the upcoming gathering conclude his ties with the Organization.

"One additional matter." Ren assumed their exchange had concluded.

"I'm uncertain how much intel my adopted son relayed to the Goddess of War."

'Oh yes! I'd almost overlooked that!' Ren had been consumed by the hunt for Alfred. That elder served as a Seer.

He excelled as a strategist.

Ren had witnessed the old man's invaluable utility firsthand. That's why execution never crossed his mind. He desired Alfred's service instead. Yet, it only rebounded disastrously.

"At minimum, rest assured she possesses the names of every core Organization member. This implies awareness of your status among them." These words sent a shiver racing down Ren's back. The Goddess of War embodied peril and unpredictability.

Across the Main Continent, no cultivator below Peak 7th-order could boast victory over her in combat.

"She likely grasps the core members' codenames alongside true identities. Remain vigilant constantly."

Yet, in the next instant, Ren eased. As Emperor of the mighty Celestial Empire—the Main Continent's paramount power—why fear the Goddess of War? "Let her approach!"

Indeed, her swift ascent and feats warranted attention, and Ren dared not belittle her, but the Celestial Empire reigned as history's mightiest.

How many formidable cultivators could she fell before meeting her end?

"Curbsmugness! Her inaction despite vast Organizational knowledge alarms me." This tempered Ren's prior fervor somewhat.

"Regardless, that's my message. Prepare for the summoning."

After the communication ceased, Ren remained motionless on the throne for an extended period. His honed instincts, forged over years commanding the Celestial Empire's forces as General, signaled an immense event brewing imminently.

'Yet all stands ideally and controlled.'

'The Empire's full military might and the Organization's total support are mine.' He grasped fully that the Organization valued him too highly for abandonment.

An Emperor of the planet's supreme Empire aligned with a covert group yielded boundless advantages to the Organization.

With these thoughts, Ren's spirit settled. Still, a subtle unease lingered deep within, gnawing persistently.

'That wretched, feeble Dwarf Tribe defied me outright.' Roughly one or two months prior, he'd dispatched his most reliable subordinates to the Sand Mirage Desert in the Tunnel World.

The intent rang clear. The throne and crown had rejected Ren's worthiness. He sought the Dwarf Leader's personal arrival at the capital to resolve this, affirming his rule's unchallenged validity.

'But those wretched fools.' Ren faulted all involved, including his closest aides.

As time dragged on, this grievance swelled within him. Initially, the counterfeit throne and crown—perfect replicas—sufficed. He believed emperorship persisted sans the originals.

But with ongoing days, that assurance faded. Now, absent the true crown and throne, he sensed himself as a flawed sovereign.

"Summon Rogan." Shadows stirred from behind the throne, departing the hall promptly.

Less than a minute later, a lanky, strikingly attractive man knelt before the Emperor.

This figure was Kent Rogan, a Celestial Dragon Empire General. During Ren's tenure as General for experiential purposes, Rogan acted as his indispensable aide and utmost military confidant.

To this day, Rogan displayed unwavering devotion and fidelity to his Emperor. Ren trusted that bidding Rogan to revere him as divine would prompt instant compliance without query.

He embodied the quintessential devoted subordinate, executing tasks unquestioningly. Such steadfast allies proved exceedingly rare.

"Venture to the Tunnel World and seize several Dwarf Tribe individuals. Assemble any companions you deem fit. Success remains imperative, regardless." Prior to Aditya's arrival, Ren yearned to secure the throne and crown's acknowledgment of him as the legitimate Emperor.

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