God, Help Us All [Monster Evolution/Progression/LitRPG]

Chapter 44: Lay Your Eyes Upon The Grand King Of Humanity
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James stood in front of the grand, imposing doors to the throne room, feeling his pulse quicken. This was it—the moment he’d been preparing for. Breona stood beside him, her expression calm but warm as she regarded him.

"James," she said, her voice soft. "Relax. You’ll do fine."

James managed a small nod, still awestruck by the splendor surrounding him. The castle’s marble floors gleamed beneath him, each crystal chandelier above casting glints of light across statues of past heroes and intricate tapestries. Everything about this place felt larger than life, and now, he was about to meet the High King himself.

Breona noticed his tension and gave him a reassuring smile. "The High King’s firm but fair. He’s known for his wisdom and, more importantly, for recognizing potential when he sees it. And believe me, if he sees potential in you, then you’re on the right path."

Before James could respond, a gentle but resonant voice called from within the throne room. "Send him in."

The grand doors opened with a soft but imposing creak, revealing the vast hall inside. The room was even more magnificent than he had anticipated. Ornate pillars lined the room, each carved with swirling designs of past victories and legends, and at the far end of the hall sat the High King, Zerathiel X, on a throne of shimmering marble and gold. The king himself was a regal figure—tall, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to take in everything with a single glance.

James felt rooted to the spot, momentarily overwhelmed.

A, standing beside the king, raised an eyebrow at James and gave him a faint smirk. "Well, don’t just stand there, kid. Step forward."

Taking a steadying breath, James walked forward, each step echoing in the vast chamber. He tried to keep his gaze forward, though he couldn’t help glancing at the intricate carvings on the pillars as he passed them. Each one seemed to tell a story—a glimpse into the rich history of the High Human Kingdom.

When he finally reached the foot of the throne, he knelt as Breona had instructed, his head bowed respectfully. Zerathiel’s voice, calm yet firm, cut through the silence.

"Rise, James."

James stood, meeting the king’s gaze. Zerathiel’s eyes were intense, but there was a glimmer of curiosity in them, a silent evaluation.

"James," the king began, his tone thoughtful, "I understand you are a disciple of our esteemed Avatar. A man of talent, according to the reports."

James felt his cheeks flush. "I… I try my best, Your Majesty."

A’s chuckle broke the moment, causing James to glance his way. "Don’t be so modest, kid. You’re practically a prodigy by your own merits."

The king’s lips quirked in the faintest smile. "A doesn’t praise lightly, you know."

For a moment, there was silence as the king studied him further, and James shifted slightly under the intensity of Zerathiel’s gaze. Then the king leaned back, his expression softening.

"James, I’ll be honest. I am not one to send inexperienced soldiers into dangerous lands, but the Scorching Badlands is not a place where ordinary strength will serve. What we need is something more nuanced—intelligence, adaptability, and a certain… knack for innovation." The king paused. "Your master tells me you possess all these qualities."

A nodded, looking at James with a rare look of pride. "He’s a quick learner. Relentless in his curiosity. I’d say he’s got exactly what’s needed for this task."

James felt a swell of pride, though he was careful to keep his expression composed. He glanced at Breona, who gave him a small, encouraging nod.

"I’ll do everything I can to serve, Your Majesty," James replied, his voice steady.

"Good," the king said, satisfaction evident in his tone. "This will be a challenging mission. The Scorching Badlands holds secrets and dangers that we ourselves cannot fully comprehend. My allies among the other races are concerned about recent disturbances—an unusual surge in power coming from the heart of the Badlands. We suspect a powerful creature may be rising, and such power unchecked could threaten not only our kingdom but all realms."

James took in the gravity of the king’s words, his curiosity piqued but tinged with trepidation. "Your Majesty, will I… be going alone?"

The king exchanged a glance with A before replying, "You’ll be part of a specialized team. The other realms have selected young champions from their ranks to investigate this threat. Each one brings something unique—strength, knowledge, resilience. Together, you will form a balanced force, each complementing the others’ skills."

At the king’s words, a soft hum filled the air, and a holographic screen flickered to life beside him, showing images of the chosen representatives from the other realms. James’s eyes widened as he took in their appearances, feeling a mixture of awe and intimidation. These were people of immense power and skill, and he was supposed to join them?

"Each champion has their own strengths," the king continued. "But they are also… independent. They will not be easy to lead or influence. You must be prepared to adapt, to work with them, and to earn their trust. That will be crucial to the success of this mission."

James nodded, though he felt a nervous flutter in his stomach. He had no experience in leadership or teamwork on this scale. The most he’d ever led was a handful of automatons in his experiments.

A seemed to sense his doubts and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "You’ll be fine, kid. This is what you’ve been training for, even if you didn’t know it."

James looked up at his master, finding comfort in his unshakable confidence. Then, turning back to the king, he straightened his shoulders and met the king’s gaze with renewed determination.

"I won’t let you down, Your Majesty."

The king’s smile widened. "I believe you won’t, James. But remember, this is more than just a task. This is an opportunity—a chance to see the world, to learn, to grow beyond what you’ve known. Take it."

A moment of silence followed, the weight of the king’s words settling on James. He felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation, as if he were standing on the edge of something vast and unknown.

The king lifted his hand, and the holographic screen changed, showing images of the Scorching Badlands—the cracked, desolate landscape, the volcanic ridges, and the treacherous plains. The sight was both mesmerizing and intimidating.

"Your mission is clear," the king said, his tone serious. "Investigate the disturbances in the Badlands. Find the source of this power surge and, if necessary, neutralize it. The survival of our realms may depend on it."

James swallowed hard, feeling the full weight of the responsibility. But at the same time, he felt a thrill of anticipation. This was a chance to prove himself, to show that he could rise to the challenge, just as his master believed he could.

Breona stepped forward, her hand resting on her sword’s hilt. "You won’t be alone, James. We’ll support you in whatever way we can."

The king nodded. "The realms are watching. Make us proud."

With that, the king raised his hand, and the holographic display faded. James bowed deeply, feeling both humbled and emboldened by the honor bestowed upon him. As he straightened, he noticed a faint, approving smile on A’s face, and his heart swelled with gratitude.

The High King Zerathiel cleared his throat, capturing James’s full attention. "Understand this, James. This is not only a matter of duty but an opportunity—one that could bring honor to your name and your lineage. Should you succeed, any reasonable reward you desire shall be yours."

James’s heart raced, feeling the weight and potential of the offer. This wasn’t just about a single mission or a test of skill. This was a chance to prove himself, to rise above his humble origins and gain a name of his own in the annals of history. He glanced at his master, A, who gave him a subtle nod of encouragement.

A deep voice echoed from the king’s side as he activated a gleaming holographic array, filling the throne room with glowing, ethereal images of the other four rulers. Each sat upon their throne in their own chambers, their features regal and imposing.

The High King turned to James. "Now, you see your companions. Different, yet bound by one task." His voice reverberated through the hall. "This is a quest that will require not only courage but the wisdom to know when to trust and when to challenge each other."

James felt a profound sense of responsibility as he exchanged glances with each of the champions, each of them unique embodiments of their realms’ strengths. It was strange, knowing he would rely on them, even as he felt the tug of rivalry. The High King raised his hand, and the holograms of the other rulers flickered slightly.

"Then it’s time," Zerathiel intoned, his gaze piercing as it settled on each of the champions. "May this mission prove your mettle. Remember, your actions will determine the fate of our realms. Hold fast to your honor, your courage, and your duty."

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The holograms flared one final time, each ruler’s blessing glowing in a unifying light before fading from view. The champions stood in silence, a weighty sense of purpose settling over them. James inhaled deeply, casting one final look at his master. A gave a nod of approval, his smirk still present but his eyes filled with a rare, solemn pride.

As the champions departed from the throne room, Breona caught James’s shoulder with a grin. "You’re going to do great things, James. And who knows?" She winked, voice light yet full of encouragement. "Maybe you’ll even make a few friends along the way."

James let out a breath, chuckling as some of his nervousness melted away. He felt a steady, quiet confidence take root within him. For the first time in his life, he was about to step into something monumental, something that extended beyond the quiet world of his inventions.

He was ready, as ready as he’d ever be, to prove himself worthy of the High King’s trust—and the world’s hope.

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