SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

5th Realm, White Horse Sea…

The early morning mist clung to the horizon as the vast expanse of the White Horse Sea stretched out before them. The gentle waves lapped at the shore, their rhythm the only sound accompanying the quiet conversation of two of the most powerful men across the nine realms. Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire

Jason Mama, the formidable head of the Nine Realms Association, sat with a calm demeanor, his fingers tracing the rim of his porcelain teacup. Beside him sat Ryon Lionheart, Emperor of the Seventh Realm, regal yet relaxed on the simple wooden seat overlooking the ocean. The rising sun bathed the scene in soft gold, casting long shadows across the sand.

Simon, Jason's son, sat close by, his face a mask of frustration. He hadn't yet recovered from his humiliating defeat on the Blue Planet, and his mood was as cloudy as the distant horizon. Behind the trio, more than a dozen wizards stood in identical dark uniforms, their posture stiff and formal, awaiting their master's command.

Jason broke the silence, his voice steady and measured. "Only three months left for the opening of the Spirit World. So, how do we plan to distribute the slots?"

Ryon smirked, his deep blue eyes gleaming with a hint of impatience. "What is there to discuss, Jason? We agreed we'd skip the Blue Planet, as planned. The remaining eight realms will get three slots each, making a total of twenty-four." He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp. "So, tell me, what do you want to do with the remaining nine slots?"

Jason didn't answer immediately. He sipped his hot tea, the steam rising between them, before setting the cup down gently. "Take another three slots for your Seventh Realm," he began, his tone unhurried but firm. "After all, you've promised three slots to your thirty-three servant nations based on the outcome of the Trident Summit." He paused, letting his words sink in.

"As for the remaining six, they will remain under the direct control of the Nine Realms Association."

Jason's eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a man who had meticulously orchestrated the future. Ryon, sensing the finality of the decision, nodded in agreement, though the subtext of the conversation weighed heavily on them both. These were not mere allocations of slots—they were power plays that would shape the balance between the realms.

Simon, who had been listening intently, couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Father," he asked, his voice laced with a bitter edge, "what if the Blue Planet's Wizard Association protests? They still have some influence, even if we cut them off."

Jason stood up slowly, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the sand. He walked forward, his boots sinking into the wet shore as he stepped into the cool sea water. For a moment, he stared into the distance, where the sun's golden light kissed the surface of the ocean. His voice, when it came, was icy and resolute.

"Even if they beg on their knees, I will not give them a single slot," Jason said, his voice low but filled with menace. "Whatever happens, that masked fool must not enter the Spirit World."

A bitter laugh escaped Simon's lips, and he clenched his fists in satisfaction. "That fool will pay for humiliating me," he muttered, his eyes glinting with malice. He glanced at Ryon, who remained silent but observant.

Jason turned back to his son, his cold gaze softening for just a moment. Then, he raised his hand, summoning one of the wizards standing behind them. "Issue the order," he commanded. "The distribution of Spirit World slots is finalized. Inform every realm and instruct them to have their fighters ready by the time of the opening."

The wizard bowed deeply. "As you command, my lord," he replied, before swiftly retreating to carry out the decree.

As the wizard disappeared from view, Jason turned back to Ryon, his expression more relaxed now that the matter of the slots was settled. "When do you plan to return to your realm, Ryon? There's still much to prepare for the Trident Summit."

Ryon leaned back in his seat, watching the waves as they crashed softly against the shore. "I'll leave after a few more days," he said, almost casually. "There's still business to attend to before I go."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Don't forget," he said pointedly, "my son will be entering the Spirit World from your Seventh Realm. Only your realm has the pathway to the Yogic Sage Land. I expect everything to be in order."

Ryon waved a hand dismissively but smiled. "Of course. Everything will be arranged as we agreed. The Seventh Realm will provide the necessary passage for your son, and he will have access to the Yogic Sage Land."

He then turned to Simon with a sharp nod. "Simon, visit my home a month before the Spirit World opening. I'll make sure you're prepared for what's to come."

Simon straightened up in his seat, his dull expression brightening slightly at the mention of preparations. "Thank you, Uncle," he said, a trace of excitement creeping into his voice.

Ryon gave a quick smile before turning back to Jason. "Everything is falling into place. Your son will have his chance to shine in the Spirit World. Make sure he is ready to grab every opportunity."

Jason's eyes flickered with a cold determination. "Oh, he will be. And when the time comes, the world will see that the Nine Realms Association is not to be underestimated."

The tension in the air thickened as the two powerful leaders shared a knowing glance. The sun had risen fully now, casting its bright rays over the sea, but beneath the serene surface, the machinations of the nine realms churned violently.

Ryon, with his ever-present regal aura, rose from his seat. "Well then, I'll make my arrangements. And Jason—don't worry. Everything will be in place by the time the Spirit World opens."

Jason smiled faintly as Ryon turned and walked back towards the waiting wizards. The stage was set, and every piece was falling into place just as he had planned. But even as the morning sun bathed the White Horse Sea in light, Jason's thoughts remained as dark and impenetrable as the deepest abyss beneath its surface.

He glanced at Simon, who stood silently at his side, his fists still clenched in anticipation. "Soon, Simon," Jason murmured. "Soon, you'll have your revenge. And we will control not just the Fifth Realm—but all of the nine realms with full authority."

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