Harem Of Eternal Yandere Beasts: My Legendary Wives

Chapter 87: Kingdom

Something woke.

It did not stir within Orion’s physical body, nor did it spark inside his personal spiritual core. The awakening originated from the fundamental architecture of the Authority itself—from the golden heart of *The King’s Right*, reverberating through the vast, continental web stretching across the realm.

Billions of invisible connections trembled in unison. Every thread of golden light running through the skies ignited into a brilliant, celestial white fire. Every elite contract bond flared, and every dormant fragment of the Sovereign lineage across the lower worlds responded to the same primordial signal.

The chaotic battlefield fell instantly, eerily silent.

The jagged fracture spanning the heavens ceased its violent expansion. The multi-jointed, titan-sized hand emerging through the prison rift froze mid-motion, its pale skin twitching as the surrounding space locked into place. Beyond the void, even the hidden master paused.

*Interesting. Very interesting.*

Something had caught the primordial entity off guard. Beings of that scale were not easily surprised, yet the sudden, synchronized shift in the realm’s structural geometry had halted its advance.

In the corner of Orion’s vision, the system interface hung suspended, its golden text burning with a quiet, dangerous intensity.

◈ AUTHORITY EVOLUTION ◈

*KINGDOM*

*Status: AWAKENING*

*Synchronization: 89%*

◈ ◈ ◈

*The King’s Right* pulsed.

Once. A deep, heavy thud that shook the stones beneath their feet.

Twice. A higher, harmonic resonance that cleared the dark, bleeding skies.

Then, Orion felt something that defied every known law of cultivation. The golden chains webbed across his soul were no longer merely transferring raw power or administrative data. They were carrying *people*.

Not their physical forms, but the unyielding weight of their collective will. Their hopes, their quiet resolve, and their shared desire for survival were pouring into the central network.

Far beyond the borders of the academy, a retired cultivator sitting in a quiet courtyard looked up at the sky, his eyes widening. In a bustling imperial city, a young girl practicing her spear forms paused mid-thrust, staring into the heavens. A merchant navigating a treacherous mountain pass stopped his wagon, caught in awe. A lone soldier guarding a windswept fortress wall frowned at the golden light weaving through the clouds.

None of them understood the grand cosmic mechanics unfolding at the apex of the realm, yet every single one of them felt the exact same sensation: a call.

It was not an unyielding imperial command, nor was it a forced compulsion. It was an invitation.

*Interesting. The distinction is critical.*

*The King’s Right* did not force compliance; it had never been designed to enslave the minds of its subjects. It inspired alignment. The foundational realization struck Orion with absolute clarity, causing the system’s synchronization metrics to surge forward once again.

> **91%.**

>

A tide of brilliant golden light washed across the world. The Queen’s Mercy let out a soft exhale, a genuine smile gracing her lips. Beside her, the First Sovereign stared in silent awe, the Founder projection stopped his celebratory laughter, and even the Old Bastard looked visibly impressed—a expression so rare it was almost unnatural.

From beyond the dark rift, the hidden entity spoke. For the first time, its voice carried a trace of genuine curiosity.

> **"Impossible."**

>

The single word echoed through the fabric of existence.

The Queen’s smile widened, her golden eyes gleaming like polished suns. "No," she murmured softly. "Just forgotten."

### The Vision of the Star-City

The entity fell silent, its attention locked entirely onto the golden web. Before Orion could process the shift, another ancient memory burst through his core—far more vivid and detailed than any he had received before. It did not originate from the First Sovereign’s records, nor was it drawn from the Queen’s Mercy. It came from a deeper, far older layer of the Foundation.

The ruined plaza vanished. The dark sky and the looming hand melted away into absolute darkness, replaced an instant later by the blinding light of a majestic, floating city.

It was a metropolis beyond imagination, larger than entire continents, drifting peacefully among a sea of brilliant stars. Millions of people crowded its white-stone avenues and towering spires—cultivators, scholars, armored warriors, master artisans, and families going about their lives. It was vibrant, bustling, and alive.

Then, Orion saw the Nine Authorities.

They were not gathered as terrifying, god-like warlords, nor were they posed as grim, stoic legends. They were simply people.

He watched as the Queen laughed warmly while speaking to a group of young children in a public square. He saw the Founder engaged in a heated, frantic argument with a team of arcane engineers over a complex blueprint. Farther down the avenue, the Old Bastard was somehow causing an administrative disaster, arguing loudly with a local official while looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

*Some things truly never change.*

The First Sovereign stood among a group of ordinary citizens, smiling easily and sharing a drink, entirely stripped of his terrifying military presence. The sight felt strangely surreal. History remembered them as cold, immortal tyrants and mythic figures, yet here they were—living, breathing, and fundamentally human.

Then, Orion’s vision shifted to the highest balcony of the central palace.

A figure dressed entirely in black stood overlooking the vast star-city, watching over its people with quiet vigilance. He was the anchor of the assembly, the center around which the other eight Authorities revolved. The King.

As the figure turned slightly toward the light, the shadow covering his features receded, revealing his face clearly for the very first time.

It was Orion’s own face.

### The Weight of History (93%)

The memory shattered into a million sharp fragments, pulling Orion back to the cold reality of the academy plaza.

He staggered backward, his breathing ragged as his core adjusted to the shock.

*Interesting. No... impossible. Completely impossible.*

The ancient leader from the dawn of creation—the First King who had forged the Nine Authorities—looked identical to him.

The transfer metric leaped violently.

◈ FINAL INHERITANCE ◈

*Transfer Progress: 93%*

◈ ◈ ◈

The Queen’s Mercy immediately perceived the shift in his spiritual signature. Her expression softened, her golden eyes reflecting a mixture of deep sympathy and weary understanding. "So," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You finally saw."

A heavy, suffocating silence gripped the plaza.

The Founder projection looked away, his eyes fixed on the ruined pillars. The Old Bastard suddenly found his spectral boots captivating, and the First Sovereign tightened his grip on his sword, refusing to meet Orion’s gaze.

*Fascinating. Every single one of them knew. I was the only one kept completely in the dark.*

"What did I see?" Orion asked, his voice steady, demanding an unvarnished answer.

The Queen let out a long, quiet sigh that seemed to carry the weight of an era. "You saw the First King. The original architect of *The King’s Right*. The one who constructed the prison, united the Nine Authorities, and then... disappeared."

The silence returned, cold and absolute.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling laugh erupted from the black fracture in the heavens, shattering the quiet. The hidden entity sounded deeply, maliciously amused.

> **"Disappeared?"**

>

The voice vibrated through the stones, dripping with bitter irony.

> **"What a remarkably convenient version of historical events."**

>

The atmosphere on the battlefield shifted instantly. The Queen’s expression hardened into a dangerous mask. The Founder stopped looking away, his face pale, while the Old Bastard let out a harsh curse under his breath.

The entity’s multi-jointed hand flexed against the edges of the rift.

> **"Tell the boy the actual truth, Mercy. Or are you still protecting a ghost?"**

>

Silence met the demand. Nobody offered a reply.

The pressure in the air spiked dangerously as the dark fracture widened another fraction of an inch.

> **"You won’t tell him?"** the entity taunted, its voice dropping into a dark, sibilant whisper. **"Fine. Then I shall bestow the missing history upon your precious successor."**

>

Darkness gathered around the immense pale hand as the creature addressed Orion directly.

> **"The First King did not vanish into legend, little mortal. He betrayed them all. He came to us. He opened the prison with his own hands, shattered the balance of the realm, and then abandoned his kingdom to burn."**

>

### The Unsealing of the Vault (95%)

The words echoed across reality like a physical blow.

The celestial chains trembled, and the golden core of *The King’s Right* flared violently within Orion’s chest, rejecting the claim with an instinctive, surging rage. The Authority itself seemed to fight against the accusation.

Yet the master of the void pressed on, its tone heavy with ancient spite.

> **"He chose the void over his own people. He broke the world—and left you all to pick up the pieces."**

>

The survivors on the plaza remained entirely frozen. Nobody disputed the claims. Nobody shouted a denial. The silence was deafening, leaving only two possibilities: either the primordial horror was weaving a masterclass in psychological warfare, or the history taught to every generation was a complete lie.

The Queen finally opened her eyes, an overwhelming wave of golden authority erupting from her form. The shockwave slammed into the fracture, forcing the Hunger Beyond flat against the earth and bending the local space-time fabric back into alignment.

She stared directly into the dark rift, her voice ringing out like a silver bell—cold, razor-sharp, and absolute.

"The truth is far more complicated than your poisoned tongue makes it sound."

Beyond the rift, the entity seemed to smile.

> **"Then tell him, Mercy. Explain it to your king."**

>

The challenge lingered in the air. The Queen slowly turned her head toward Orion. For several seconds, she said nothing, her golden eyes searching his face. For the first time since her awakening, she looked uncertain.

The transfer metric crossed its next critical threshold.

◈ FINAL INHERITANCE ◈

*Transfer Progress: 95%*

◈ ◈ ◈

*The King’s Right* exploded with unprecedented power, casting a pillar of pure, radiant light high into the atmosphere. The continental network flared, the awakening of the *Kingdom* protocol accelerating to its absolute peak.

Suddenly, a new interface window materialized directly in front of Orion. It was fundamentally different from any system prompt he had ever seen—its borders were made of solid, ancient gold, and the text appeared deeply engraved into the fabric of reality itself.

◈ MEMORY VAULT UNSEALED ◈

*Condition Met: Sovereign Kingdom Resonance Achieved.*

*First King’s Legacy Record: Unlocked.*

*Warning: Historical Data May Cause Severe Conceptual Instability.*

◈ ◈ ◈

Every ancient entity on the field froze, staring at the golden interface hovering in the air.

The Queen’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. The Old Bastard dropped his translucent arms, his jaw slightly open, while the hidden entity beyond the rift went completely motionless.

Before anyone could speak, the golden vault within the system unlocked.

Orion’s consciousness was suddenly pulled violently backward. He was not falling through physical space or linear time; he was plunging backward through the unvarnished strands of true history, falling directly toward the hidden truth of what had actually happened to the First King.