The First Store System

The crown prince lost the ability to speak or think at that moment as if his mind had turned blank after hearing the news of his father’s death.

“ArgGHHH!”

Finally, a sound came out of his mouth in the form of a scream. His voice got louder and shrill as time passed. Even the ministers and soldiers present in the hall had solemn faces filled with sadness.

Since the Xandar Empire was entirely made up of the members of the race, Duenli, and the royal family descended from the progenitor of the race, they were respected all across the Empire. It could be seen from the firm belief of the citizens in the Emperor by the amount of faith energy the sword daily collected.

Time flew by.

The shrill screams finally came to a stop. The crown prince attempted to stand up, but he stumbled once again. The ministers rushed toward the crown prince, but he refused their help and attempted to stand up once again.

He stumbled again, but he attempted once more.

The ministers and soldiers moved their faces away with tears on them as they couldn’t watch the crown prince struggling this much.

The Empire could handle the loss of the resources to an extent, and only their control would weaken. With time, they would be able to create more resource points from different areas, but the loss of an Emperor in this situation was as worse as it could get for the Empire.

“I will be the Emperor from this moment,” The crown prince expressionlessly proclaimed after he stood up.

A look of shock passed through the faces of the ministers and the soldiers present there in the hall.

“Your majesty, you aren’t ready for it,” The minister pleaded straight away.

The sword left by the first Emperor could only be taken by his direct bloodline, the royal family, and the member who would grab it would become the Emperor of that generation, irrespective of the gender of the family member. But at the same time, the title of the crown prince didn’t guarantee a sure chance of becoming the Emperor.

The sword had an alive will so that generation Emperor could only select members from the crown prince, but it was the sword that took the test and decided whether that title would upgrade to the Emperor or not.

“I have made my decision. The Empire would fall without an Emperor in this situation,” The crown prince commented with a determined expression in his eyes.

“Randolph, how dare you make that decision without asking me?”

Suddenly, an angry voice rang in the hall. Except for the crown prince, all the figures turned around, hearing the voice. They then respectfully bowed, recognizing the figure entering the hall.

“Answer me, Randolph,” The figure taking strides appeared in front of the crown prince and asked for the answer.

Randolph was the name of the crown prince, and his mother was the person asking him questions. She was currently the Empress, but she was also the sister of his dead father before marrying him.

(A/N: The royal family of the Xandar Empire follows incestual relations since the first line to preserve the complete purity of the blood of the progenitor. Please don’t ask questions; what about deformities? There aren’t any.)

“Mother, I have decided. You can’t make me change my decisions,” Randolf replied, staring directly into the eyes of his mother.

“Why do you hate me so much?” The mother asked. Her tone softened this time, and her eyes turned moist.

“I am doing this for the Empire ancestor created,” Randolf responded straight away, his tone as dead as before.

“If you failed, the Empire would die with you,” Randolf’s mother replied.

An attempt at gaining the control of the sword didn’t come at a free cost, but brutal death, soul getting devoured by the will of the sword if failed.

It wouldn’t have mattered much, but Randolf was the only boy in the royal family’s current generation. So if he failed, not only would he die, but the royal family line would also die out with him due to a lack of future descendants.

In order for the royal family to compete for the top position at the spot, all of its members had to have 100% blood purity. So having children out of the royal family was never an option; if they wanted to have more children and competition between descendants.

“If ancestor wants this Empire to be dead, then so be it,” Randolf responded. Without waiting for any response from his mother, he turned around and left the hall.

A teardrop streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t move to stop her son forcefully, even when she had the strength to do that.

“Go with him. I’ll go pray to the ancestor,” The mother then ordered the ministers to follow his son to the throne room where the sword was put, while she decided to pray to the ancestor for success.

***

A sword adorned in gold and various kinds of jewels floated in the center of the throne room, even higher than the throne for the Emperor.

“Ancestor, I want to take my attempt,” Randolf bowed and respectfully requested the sword.

The next moment, the sword budged, and it came down.

“Are you sure?” A hoarse voice rang inside Randolf’s head, asking for Randolf’s confirmation since the failure resulted in the death of the contestant, and it also knew about Randolf being the only male in the family.

“Yes, ancestor,” Randolf answered. His voice was calm, while his eyes had determination.

After losing the resource points and then his father, Randolf was ready to lose his all this time. If he succeeded, the Xandar Empire had a chance to rise again, but if he failed, then there was nothing to even think about.

The next moment, the sword budged again. Randolf extended his hands, and the sword fell into his hands.

The moment he grabbed the sword, his eyes turned lifeless, while veins started popping out across his body.

He was in an illusion, which was affecting his body in reality.

***

“Hehe, let’s see how they would be able to reject me?” A figure smugly muttered after hearing the news about the disappearance of the Mysterious peak.

The man wanted to marry one of the princesses of the Xandar Empire, but the royal family rejected his proposal.