Nameless King

The Royal Spirit gave Ern and Erza several treasures to choose from, so now it was Wain's turn.

On the three clouds before him were a small Soul Pearl, a gold ring with a leaf pattern, and an eerie, dark feather. The choice was obvious, so the feather ended up in Wain's hands.

"Good. I knew you would choose it." The Royal Spirit spoke while Wain read the description of the pen.

[Exiled Writer's Pen (Third Chronicle, Legendary Rating)

The pen that long absorbed its owner's energy and eventually became part of it.

Using the energy of darkness, it can create writing, it will either summon a powerful being or a destructive spell. The ultimate effect depends heavily on the emotion].

'What an unusual item... Well, one wouldn't expect anything less from the Royal Spirit, but I still haven't gotten the main treasure.' Wain muttered inwardly as he moved the feather into the ring.

"Now, you three go to the stands and watch. Your friend will either receive my power and the opportunity to become one of the strongest Elves or forever lose hope of it." The Royal Spirit said in a commanding voice.

Wain, Erza, and Ern did not resist; they nodded, turned into flashes, and were in the stands.

Alas gulped. He had been through many battles, but he was still very nervous. The spirit before him was one of the most powerful beings even in ancient times, so now it was something incredible.

Crackle.

The Royal Spirit slowly rose from his throne and headed toward Alas.

"In order to receive my power, you must prove that you can handle this power, both in mind and body. I will now pour a piece of it into you, if you can absorb it, then the first stage is over." The Royal Spirit spoke in a calm voice.

"Good. I understand." Alas nodded.

The Royal Spirit stretched out his hand, and a beam of energy so dense it looked more like a laser burst out of his palm.

Alas absorbed the energy, it spilled over his body like streams of water. Every cell of his body felt this immense power, and after a while, Alas frowned. The pleasant feeling was quickly replaced by a slight pain that gradually intensified.

"Argh!" Alas exclaimed as his face contorted with pain.

The Royal Spirit continued to transmit energy. All that mattered to him was the result, Alas had to go through this ordeal.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Alas inwardly screamed, 'This hurts too much! I can't take it anymore!

Alas was ready to give up, but at the last moment, he stopped. He clenched his teeth tightly, clenched his hands into fists, and continued to endure the infernal pain. He felt as though his body was being torn into tiny pieces while hundreds of red-hot needles pierced him.

Crackling.

Suddenly Alas' eyes shone brightly as he felt a strange warmth inside. His body began to adapt to the new, terrifying conditions rapidly. The endless flow of energy no longer seemed so massive, and Alas was actively absorbing energy.

"Good. You certainly did well." Royal Spirit muttered before stopping the flow of energy.

"What next?" Alas asked in a confident voice. He felt tremendous power within him, and he felt capable of handling any obstacle.

"The next thing is very simple." The Royal Spirit muttered as he shrank to human size and a golden spear appeared in his hand, "You must defeat me if you want my power."

Bam.

The Royal Spirit instantly attacked. He stepped forward, came close to Alas, and kicked him in the stomach with his knee with all his might.

The impact threw Alas to the other side of the arena, so he vomited a mouthful of blood as he collided with the stone wall.

"Damn... That was strong..." Ern muttered as he imagined the pain Alas felt.

"Yeah, but not enough to break him." Wain said in a confident voice.

The Royal Spirit delivered a crushing blow, but he wasn't going to stop or give Alas any indulgences. The Royal Spirit threw a spear at Alas before he had time to come to his senses.

Crackle.

The spear turned into a golden beam that pierced through the coliseum, but Alas was unharmed.

"Not bad. You have good reflexes, but not enough to win." The Royal Spirit uttered as the spear returned to him.

"Well, I'm far from your level, you're a great warrior, and I actually respect you and feel awe, but... I'm capable of something too!" Alas exclaimed before turning into a torrent of wind.

Alas whirled around the perimeter of the coliseum, and gradually a powerful vortex formed in the center that swooped down on the Royal Spirit.

"Great. We've already taken it to the next level!" Royal Spirit muttered with a sly smile on his face.

The Royal Spirit swung his spear, that created a massive energy blade. It sliced the vortex in two as well as part of the coliseum behind.

"This is only the beginning." Alas said in a calm voice as he appeared before the Royal Spirit.

Alas clutched his spear tightly before launching a series of super-quick attacks. He wanted to pierce his opponent, but the Royal Spirit didn't even take a step back, he just dodged, standing still. Alas' spear was a millimeter away from the Royal Spirit each time, but no attack could reach him.

"Away!" The Royal Spirit exclaimed as he struck Alas in the chest with his palm.

This time, Alas could stay on his feet, but the Royal Spirit immediately attacked again, and the shockwave tossed Alas aside.

"You're a pretty good fighter. You have great moves, good technique, and the right skills, but I doubt you can beat me." The Royal Spirit muttered in a disappointed voice while slowly walking towards Alas, "Unfortunately, I will have to wait for the next challenger. You are not worthy."

The Royal Spirit raised his spear as he was ready to finish the battle.

"No need to jump to conclusions..." Alas muttered in a faint voice, "For the sake of my goal, I am ready to defeat anyone, and I will have my chief ally, the wind, to help me do so."

Whooooooosh.

Alas was covered in a scarlet vortex, and his aura changed.