Harem Of Eternal Yandere Beasts: My Legendary Wives

Chapter 88: The Fall of the First King

Orion fell through history.

The ruined academy plaza vanished into nonexistence. The jagged fracture spanning the heavens, the titan-sized hand, the looming threat of the void, and the entire physical framework of the battlefield simply ceased to be.

Everything dissolved into an absolute, suffocating void—an ancient, silent darkness that predated the very concept of space and time.

Then, light appeared.

It began as a single, microscopic spark of liquid gold suspended in the void. Slowly, the spark expanded, growing larger, brighter, and infinitely more dense until it detonated in a silent eruption of cosmic creation.

Orion’s analytical mind registered the data instantly: *This is not a subjective memory fragment. It is a raw, unedited historical record of the universe’s genesis.*

Stars coalesced from nebulae. Galaxies spun into existence like wheels of fire. Pristine worlds formed, and life awakened across uncounted realms. Epochs and millennia flashed by in seconds.

Then, the darkness returned.

It was not the natural absence of light, but a conscious, predatory presence. Ancient, infinitely hungry, and infinitely patient, it was the exact same entity that lingered beyond the prison rift—the original source commanding the Hunger Beyond.

The Enemy. The primordial calamity.

It drifted through the young cosmos, watching, learning, and calculating every structural weakness in reality.

### The Final Council

The record shifted forward.

The magnificent star-city from the prior vision appeared—a metropolis spanning stellar systems, the heart of the First Kingdom. But this time, its spires were dimmed, its streets empty of civilians.

Within the highest council chamber of the central palace, the Nine Authorities were assembled.

The Queen’s Mercy, the Founder, the Old Bastard, the First Sovereign, and the remaining five bearers stood around a glowing tactical array. The atmosphere was thick with a suffocating, hopeless tension.

"We don’t have enough time," the Queen said, her voice strained.

The Founder projection, fully physical in this era, nodded grimly. "The outer breaches are expanding exponentially. Three more realm sectors collapsed within the last cycle."

Another Authority bearer slammed a clenched fist onto the table. "The vanguard forces are completely wiped out. The perimeter has failed."

Orion watched in disbelief as he recognized the emotion in their eyes: fear. Genuine, absolute fear. These were nine god-like beings who could rewrite physical laws with a word, yet they were losing a war of total attrition.

The First King—the black-clad figure whose face matched Orion’s in every detail—finally spoke. "There is only one remaining protocol."

The chamber fell dead silent. Nobody interrupted. Nobody offered an alternative. They had already calculated the variables, and they hated the result.

The record accelerated again.

The star-city was burning. Suns were collapsing in the distance, and the celestial Foundation was fracturing under an endless, black tide. Millions of void creatures stormed the realm.

Before a colossal, ancient gateway that opened directly into the heart of the void, the First King stood alone.

The Queen stood beside him, tears streaming down her face. The sight stunned Orion; the unyielding woman who had faced extinction without blinking was weeping openly.

The First King offered a tired, sad, yet strangely peaceful smile. He reached out and gently touched her forehead. "Take care of them, Mercy."

She grabbed his arm, her voice cracking with unbearable grief. "No... You promised."

The First King closed his eyes. "I know."

### The Living Anchor

The record clarified, exposing the brutal truth of the sequence. The First King was not fleeing, nor was he defecting to the void. He was stepping into the breach to become the catalyst.

The Nine Authorities ignited. Reality was torn apart and rewoven into cosmic chains. The Foundation transformed into an absolute lock, and the fabric of space became a cage.

And at the very center of the prison structure stood the First King.

The realization hit Orion like a physical blow. *The prison was never built to lock the enemy out. It was built around the First King to contain them together.*

The memory reached its climax as the First King spoke his final, unrecorded words to the remaining eight bearers.

"Don’t tell the people," he requested softly. "Please."

"We can’t lie to them!" the Founder shouted, his voice broken.

"If they know I am inside..." the First King replied, his form dissolving into golden chains, "...they will tear reality apart trying to free me."

The prison required a living anchor—a supreme entity to hold the lock shut from the inside for all eternity. The First King had volunteered to be the cage.

The gateway sealed shut. The enemy was trapped. The original Authorities shattered from the strain, and history recorded that the First King had simply vanished.

### The Second Half

The memory vault closed, and reality snapped back into place with violent force.

Orion staggered on the cold cobblestones of the plaza, his core surging as the transfer metric spiked.

◈ FINAL INHERITANCE ◈

*Transfer Progress: 97%*

◈ ◈ ◈

The surviving ancient entities stared at him, their expressions heavy with centuries of guilt. They knew what he had just witnessed.

From beyond the black fracture, the titan-sized hand flexed, and a low, mocking laugh echoed through the realm.

> **"A tragic tale, is it not?"** the hidden master taunted. **"You saw the noble sacrifice of your predecessor. But you only saw half the truth."**

>

The Queen’s eyes narrowed into razor-sharp slits of gold. The Old Bastard cursed loudly, his spectral form flaring with anger.

> **"Tell me, little king,"** the entity continued, its voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. **"Did their preserved records show you what became of him after the gateway closed? After eons locked in the dark with us?"**

>

The fracture widened slightly, spilling dark, toxic energy across the sky.

> **"The First King did not perish. He is still alive inside the prison."**

>

The statement froze the blood in every cultivator’s veins.

### The Awakening in the Dark

The moment the words were spoken, *The King’s Right* erupted with an unholy volume of power. The newly awakened *Kingdom* protocol resonated across the continental web, sending a massive harmonic frequency tearing through the layers of the realm.

And then, Orion felt it.

It was an answer.

Far beyond the physical universe, beyond the broken seal, and deep within the absolute pitch-black depths of the prison, something stirred. Something impossibly ancient, sleeping in the dark, responded directly to the signature of *The King’s Right*.

A final system notification materialized, carved in burning, blinding golden characters that hovered over the ruined plaza.

◈ KINGDOM RESONANCE DETECTED ◈

*Source: UNMEASURABLE (Beyond Seal)*

*Target Status: AWAKENING*

*Identity Probability: 99.97%*

*[FIRST KING SIGNATURE DETECTED]*

◈ ◈ ◈

The Queen slowly closed her eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath. The Founder projection sank to his knees on the stone, and the Old Bastard went completely silent.

And for the very first time since the siege began, the hidden master beyond the rift stopped laughing.

Deep within the dark, the original anchor had just opened his eyes.