Harem Of Eternal Yandere Beasts: My Legendary Wives

Chapter 79: The King’s Right

Something answered.

The sound didn’t originate from the academy grounds, nor did it echo from the frantic groups of cultivators scattered across the plaza. It came from entirely beyond the broken sky—past the shattered seal, past the towering void creature, and beyond even the protective perimeter of the First Sovereign himself.

It wasn’t a roar, a voice, or an explosion. It transcended any physical description Orion could formulate. The phenomenon was closer to a cosmic concept, an unyielding declaration, an absolute law written into the fabric of space. The exact millisecond it rippled across the horizon, every single entity present felt the same undeniable sensation settle into their souls: complete, instinctual submission.

The weight wasn’t aggressively forced or violently imposed upon them. It was simply, effortlessly understood. It existed with the same quiet certainty as gravity, the inevitability of death, or the objective truth that the sun would rise tomorrow. Some fundamental realities did not require an explanation. They simply were.

The First Sovereign staggered, his boots skidding backward across the debris. For the first time since his containment failed, a look of genuine panic crossed his human features. It wasn’t standard caution or calculated fear; it was pure, unadulterated panic—the precise reaction of an apex predator realizing it has accidentally stumbled into the hunting grounds of something infinitely higher on the food chain.

"No," his voice cracked against the sudden silence of the atmosphere. "No."

The second repetition emerged worse than the first—desperate, breathless, and almost pleading.

Behind him, the massive void creature became utterly still. Its colossal, featureless form stopped emerging from the dark rift, its movements halting completely. It ceased to project its weight into the local space in any way Orion could actively perceive. It behaved exactly like a dangerous anomaly that had suddenly noticed the shadow of a much larger, unseen predator looming directly over its shoulder.

*Interesting. Very interesting.*

### The Unlocking (11%)

The inheritance metric continued to climb.

◈ FIRST AUTHORITY UNLOCKING ◈

*THE KING’S RIGHT*

*Synchronization Progress: 1%*

◈ ◈ ◈

The golden aura radiating from Orion’s body intensified, turning blindingly sharp. The Sovereign Core within his chest pulsed once, a resonant *thrum* that vibrated through the earth, and then shattered completely.

Every onlooker froze in place. Selene’s eyes widened in horror, Vale completely forgot to draw breath, and the surrounding elite Hunters could only stare in stunned silence. The Founder looked deeply concerned, while the Old Bastard appeared utterly horrified.

Yet, Orion felt no pain from the rupture.

The Core hadn’t broken from structural damage; it had opened. It was the natural transition of a seed fracturing to allow a root system to take hold, an egg yielding to whatever grew inside, or a vault door finally unlocking after centuries of isolation. Something ancient was emerging from the center of his spiritual network.

It wasn’t raw power, a massive influx of cultivation stage metrics, or an overload of raw mana. It was pure, unfiltered Authority.

The distinction was instinctive. Power could be resisted, countered, or parried with sufficient strength. Authority could not. It was a localized rewrite of permissions.

Reality immediately bent to accommodate the change. Orion didn’t move a muscle, speak a word, or actively direct his intent, yet the parameters of the battlefield shifted. The shattered stone blocks beneath his knees seamlessly repaired themselves. Fractures vanished from the masonry, dust reversed its trajectory through the air, and broken fragments flew backward, locking perfectly into their original positions.

An absolute, heavy silence descended upon the plaza.

"What... what just happened?" Selene whispered, her voice trembling.

Nobody answered her, because nobody possessed the vocabulary to explain it. Not even Orion.

The newly repaired stone suddenly cracked again under a brief surge of residual pressure, only to immediately repair itself a second time. It fractured, mended, fractured, and mended in a rapid, dizzying loop. The localized temporal anomaly lasted only a few seconds before stabilizing into a pristine, unbroken floor.

The Old Bastard let out a low, miserable groan. "Oh, that is remarkably bad."

The Founder projection immediately pointed an accusing finger. "You say that about literally every development."

"I mean it with absolute certainty this time!"

"You always mean it!"

"That’s because every consecutive event today keeps getting exponentially worse!"

*Fair,* Orion thought, watching the interface update. *Very fair.*

### The King’s Seat (15%)

The transfer metric ticked up to 12%.

The First Sovereign took a heavy step forward, and then another. Every single movement appeared excruciatingly difficult, forced, and physically painful for him, as though the awakening authority in the plaza was exerting a direct, crushing gravity on his specific signature.

*Interesting.*

The First Sovereign noticed Orion’s calculating gaze. He let out a harsh laugh that carried absolutely no humor—only sheer, mocking disbelief.

"Of course," he muttered, his voice cutting through the wind. "Of course you left the core parameter to him."

The statement wasn’t aimed at Orion; it was directed entirely at the translucent figure of the Old Bastard.

The ancient founder rubbed his glowing forehead, looking exhausted. "I didn’t actively leave it to him. The system parameters selected—"

"The King’s Right," the First Sovereign interrupted, pointing a trembling, elegant hand toward Orion. "The First Authority. The foundational Authority of Rule." He smiled bitterly, shaking his head. "You absolutely left it to him."

The Old Bastard looked profoundly offended. "I had valid reasons!"

"They were universally terrible reasons."

"They were long-term strategic calculations!"

"They were terrible."

The Founder projection nodded in agreement with the enemy. "Knowing your track record, they were probably exceptionally terrible."

"No one asked for your input!" the Old Bastard snapped.

"No one has to. I’m an ancestral projection; it’s my administrative right."

The bickering resumed, but Orion tuned out the noise to focus on the critical variable. The First Sovereign—the entity that had shattered the original framework—was actively terrified of the Authority itself, not the raw power transfer. Which meant this specific function mattered immensely.

The transfer climbed again, hitting 15%.

The world darkened significantly, but the shift didn’t originate from the void creature or the failing seal. It came directly from Orion. A dense, unnatural shadow stretched outward from beneath his boots, expanding rapidly across the masonry until it covered the entire academy plaza.

The exact moment the shadow brushed against a cultivator, they froze. It wasn’t a physical paralysis, but a mental lock. Every person caught within the perimeter experienced a sudden, overwhelming wave of recognition—an instinctive, cellular awareness that the individual standing at the center of the plaza possessed the absolute right to command them.

The sensation vanished just as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the elite Hunters gasping. Several senior combatants instinctively took three steps backward, their weapons lowering.

*They’re afraid too,* Orion noted.

Lyra snapped her gaze from Orion to the Old Bastard, her silver hair whipping around her face. "What did you actually do to the inheritance pool?"

The ancient founder offered a thoroughly embarrassed look. "Technically speaking?"

"Yes."

"I created a definitive solution."

Lyra folded her arms, her expression icy. "That is the exact phrase you use right before a localized disaster occurs."

"That is entirely unfair."

"No, she’s completely right," the Founder interjected. "That’s an accurate assessment."

The Old Bastard looked betrayed. "Why is the entire administrative hierarchy against me today?"

### Unofficial Stage (18%)

Before anyone could answer, Caelum coughed violently, dark blood splattering across the pristine white stone. The intricate lock surrounding the celestial seal brightened to a blinding degree, golden chains weaving tightly across the sky to force the rift closed. The sealing prison was successfully reforming, but the toll on his lifeforce was severe.

Orion looked toward him, and Caelum offered a weak, tired smile. It was a expression of total, serene peace. The man genuinely believed the trade was mathematically sound. Then, his eyes drifted to the glowing interface hovering before Orion, tracking the awakening Authority.

Realization flashed through Caelum’s eyes. "Oh," he murmured softly. Then, he began to laugh.

"What is it?" Orion asked, his voice tight.

Caelum shook his head, looking up at the sky. "The old bastard completely cheated the system."

The Founder immediately burst into roaring laughter, while the Old Bastard stood up a little straighter, looking immensely proud of himself. "I absolutely did."

"What does that actually mean?" Selene demanded from the steps.

The Founder pointed a golden hand toward Orion. "The Sovereign Path has nine official stages of progression. Officially, that is the hard cap." He grinned widely, a reckless spark in his eyes. "Unofficially? The framework has a King."

Nobody liked that answer. Least of all Orion.

### The Command (20%)

The transfer hit 18%, and the void creature reacted. Every entity in the plaza locked their attention onto the rift as the massive, faceless entity slowly turned its upper mass. It didn’t look toward the academy defenses or the dying form of Caelum. It locked directly onto Orion.

The empty, featureless expanse where its face should have been somehow communicated a primal, bottomless hunger—not a physical desire for meat, but an absolute, ancient need. Recognition.

The conceptual gaze chilled Orion to the bone.

Immediately, the First Sovereign stepped directly into the line of sight, shielding Orion from the entity’s view. He was acting protectively again, desperate to keep the two from interacting.

*The creature wants something from me, and the First Sovereign is terrified of it obtaining it,* Orion realized. *I am missing a massive piece of the baseline lore.*

The transfer metric ticked to 20%.

The world stopped. Literally.

The howling wind ceased instantly. The roiling storm clouds froze mid-churn. Falling stone debris and shattered roofing hung completely motionless in mid-air. Even the thrashing entities beyond the seal became perfectly static. Time itself had encountered a hard system break.

Only a select handful of entities remained capable of thought and movement within the localized stasis: Orion, the Old Bastard, the Founder, the First Sovereign, and the void creature. Everyone else was frozen outside the timeline.

The First Sovereign stared across the stasis field, his expression broken. "No..."

The word was entirely weak now, because the truth was undeniable. The King’s Right wasn’t simply awakening a new user; it was actively remembering its original parameters.

A new notification manifested before Orion’s eyes. The golden letters were carved so deeply into his vision they seemed to slice through reality itself.

◈ AUTHORITY RECOGNIZED ◈

*THE KING’S RIGHT*

* **First Function Unlocked:** COMMAND

* **Current Operational Capacity:** 0.01%

*Warning: Use With Supreme Caution.*

◈ ◈ ◈

Orion quietly read the system warning. He looked past the floating text, past the desperate form of the First Sovereign, and locked his gaze onto the living void that was staring directly into his soul.

Without planning the sequence, without calculating the spiritual cost, and without fully understanding the cosmic law he was invoking, Orion parted his lips and spoke a single syllable into the frozen universe.

"Stop."

The universe listened.