Chapter 32
The Thunder Ruler
The young prince stood in the middle of the road leading to the royal palace, his eyes scanning the faces of the people around him. Their gazes were drowned in sorrow, tears shimmering in their eyes like mirrors reflecting a great calamity that had befallen them. Everyone was dressed in dark black garments—even the children, who once filled the place with laughter and play, now appeared somber, as though life itself had been stripped from them.
The prince froze in place, watching the scene with a confusion he could not comprehend. His heart screamed endless questions, but his tongue remained silent.
What was happening? Where was his father? His mother? Why had no one come out to greet him?
He had expected to see his father the king waiting for him, greeting him with that stern face and the hidden smile only he could recognize. But he did not find him. His sister did not appear, nor even his mother. Not even the head servant, who had never once failed to bow to him since his birth, was there.
What was going on?
His heartbeat quickened as he looked upon the city draped in mourning. Even its walls seemed faded and dim, as though grief itself had painted them. The prince's companions exchanged silent glances. It was clear they knew the truth, yet they kept quiet, as if their tongues were bound by some hidden oath.
Suddenly, an old man approached the prince, bowed before him, and whispered a few short words. The prince smiled at first—a nervous smile meant to dispel his unease—but with every word the man spoke, that smile waned until it disappeared entirely, replaced by a face devoid of all emotion, like stone stripped of warmth forever.
He could not bear to wait. The prince suddenly bolted forward at a speed no one had ever seen him run before—like lightning tearing through the streets toward the palace. His mind boiled with contradictions.
Is this a joke? Impossible... My father isn't dead. He must be alive. Then why is everyone acting like this?
No... it can't be true. Or perhaps... could it be?
He could no longer distinguish illusion from reality, until he burst into the great hall. And there, upon the throne where his father had always sat in majesty, he found his sister, Princess Sun Mi, seated in royal attire he had never seen her wear before. Her gaze was firm, her silent presence shouting authority and dominance.
The prince froze, as though the ground had been torn from beneath his feet. He wanted to call her name, to ask what was happening, but before he could take a step forward, four guards leapt upon him and restrained him with force—the very same guards who had been walking by his side only moments ago.
How could this be?
He had entered the city only to find none of his family. They told him his father was dead. And now, only a week after his passing, his sister sat on the throne. Even the guards who had escorted him betrayed him, as though they had never known him at all.
Anger erupted within him, a volcano on the verge of explosion. He could no longer restrain it. His power burst forth mercilessly. Blue sparks of electricity crackled from his body, coiling around him like furious serpents, lashing the air and striking the soldiers. They trembled under the assault, then collapsed like puppets with cut strings.
He advanced with heavy steps toward his sister, his eyes ablaze with tears, fury, and grief. His body resembled a roaring storm of electricity filling the hall.
Why? Why was his father dead? Why did his gentle sister sit upon his throne as if she were his only heir? Where was his mother? What in heaven's name was happening?
But before he could reach her, ten elite soldiers appeared. They were clad in thick armor forged specifically for them. The prince recognized them instantly. They were the same men his father had raised, trained with his own hands, and led into the fiercest of battles.
His broken voice trembled as he whispered, "Why… just why?"
The first soldier lunged toward him, but the prince struck first with a massive bolt of lightning. The soldier's shield quivered under the blow but did not break. For a moment, the prince's mind calmed in the chaos, his wide eyes fixed on the shield. He knew that armor. It had been crafted for him years ago by his uncle, Sin Ka.
Memories surged into his mind:
> "Young prince, you cannot train with the soldiers because you fear you might kill them with your power. What about this?"
His uncle stood before him, presenting ten soldiers clad in colossal armor, covered from head to toe.
"Try to break through them."
The boy hesitated. "But… Uncle, I might kill them."
Sin Ka had smiled kindly that day. "Do not worry. This armor was made to withstand your power. Trust me."
The prince had unleashed a bolt back then, sending one of the soldiers crashing into the wall. Yet moments later, the man had stood again, unharmed. The boy had felt deep gratitude and whispered sincerely: Thank you, Uncle.
Back in the present, his blood boiled. His voice roared:
"So… it was all planned. Even the armor was made to fight me. Even my training was part of this scheme. But… my sister is not that clever. She could never orchestrate this alone."
He lifted his eyes to Sun Mi. She sat upon the throne, a serene smile painted across her beautiful face, watching as though she were enjoying a play. That smile—once pure and innocent—now pierced him like a dagger.
His fury blazed higher, his body consumed entirely by lightning. The ten armored guards closed in, hurling themselves upon him in an attempt to smother his wrath. His body thrashed against them, screaming with thunder and storm, but their armored weight bore him down, forcing him to the ground.
A heavy silence fell. Then a deep voice echoed from the shadows:
"Has the foolish prince finished his tantrum?"
A massive figure stepped forth from the darkness—it was Sin Ka. He walked with steady strides until he stood behind Princess Sun Mi, like her guardian shadow, her loyal right hand.
But just as everyone thought the battle was over, the pile of armored men restraining the prince began to tremble. Above the palace, the skies churned violently, black clouds gathering like a raging beast. Thunder bellowed across the heavens, and then a colossal bolt tore through the roof, striking the heap of soldiers.
The great hall quaked under the blast, dust and rubble scattering, until from the wreckage emerged the prince's body. Blood streamed from his wounds; his arm hung twisted grotesquely, one eye was half-shut, his leg broken. Yet still, he stood. Lightning wrapped around him as though he were the god of wrath himself.
Sin Ka, the soldiers, even Sun Mi—all stared in horror. The prince was no longer a mere angry youth. He had become the Thunder Ruler incarnate.
And amidst the storm, his voice boomed like the roar of mountains:
"SIIIIIIIIIIIIIN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The cry shook the entire city. Every soul within its walls heard it. It carried rage, pain, and a hatred beyond measure.
The lightning began to consume his body, blood dripping from his mouth. Yet he staggered forward, dragging one broken step after another, as though walking through hell itself. Thunderbolts rained endlessly around him.
For the first time, Sin Ka stepped back in genuine terror. Not worry—terror. He saw before him a beast unstoppable, one that could unravel all his plans in an instant.
No… impossible. My schemes, my efforts—they will not be undone by this cursed fool…
But then, the unexpected happened. A violet light burst forth from Princess Sun Mi's body. A beam that, for a moment, outshone even the storm, piercing directly into the prince.
He screamed, clutching his head, writhing in agony as the lightning dwindled around him. The thunder faded, the fury vanished from his eyes, replaced by a strange calm, a peace as harsh as death. His body collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Sin Ka turned to the princess, a cold smile upon his lips.
"So, this is your gift… the power to control emotions. You turned his rage and hatred into calm and composure. Thus, he has found peace—even if it is a false peace."
He sighed deeply, then glanced at the fallen prince.
"I never knew he would surpass his limits. Instead of controlling only electricity… he mastered thunder itself."
A sly smile curved on his face as he thought to himself:
I can use him too. A man with such power will serve me well.
His voice thundered as he commanded:
"Take him to the dungeon. Heal his wounds, but keep him unconscious at all costs."
His laughter echoed, shaking the hall:
"Yes… with my power and my gift, and with Sun Mi and her gift beside me, I will rule all the cities. I will become the one true king."
But in his triumph, Sin Ka forgot one thing…
An old man had been watching everything from afar. Tears drowned his eyes, his heart torn apart with grief. Yet he did not surrender. Instead, he made a fateful choice. He took his son and daughter and fled the palace unnoticed.
Months later, his old name was gone. He opened a small tavern in the city's outskirts, in the forgotten slums.
That old man… was Mai Na.
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