Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 1687 Son of Tron

A great number of prisoners had emerged from the gaping hole at the center of the city.

More were still climbing out of the breach, basking in the sunlight they thought theyʼd ever see again.

A large number of them had gathered around Vortigan, glaring at him with cruel intentions. But when they saw Adamʼs heroic figure descending toward them from the sky, they paused.

Everyone turned toward him. Some glanced at him with hope and gratitude, while others displayed open wariness and hostility.

A gaunt prisoner in tattered clothes stepped forward. He gathered the courage as he gazed at the Dark Kingʼs figure. The sun was directly behind him, creating a divine halo that surrounded his body.

”D-Did you... did you save us, my lord?” He asked, voicing the thoughts of countless others who stood beside him.

Adamʼs feet gently touched the ground. He scanned the faces of all the prisoners and offered them a faint, gentle smile.

”I did.” he said.

A ripple of surprise passed through the crowd when they heard him confirm their speculations.

”Why?” Someone spoke up, his tone laced with suspicion.

Nothing ever came for free. If it did, it was undoubtedly the most expensive thing in the world.

”ʼCause I can.” Adam shrugged nonchalantly.

Seeing that he had no intention of harming any of them, one by one, the prisoners glanced at one another, their eyes flickering with relief and faint excitement.

Another prisoner, an old man who radiated the faint fluctuations of a Mana Vortex Magus, stepped forward and asked in a hoarse voice:

”Who are you, Magus? Please, tell us your name!”

Adam turned to the person and smiled. He then scanned the prisoners around him, his smile turning deeper. More people had emerged from the hole and gathered nearby. Even the residents of the city had come out of hiding and were facing him, but their eyes reflected panic and fear.

He believed this was a good time to clear everything and give the prisoners a sense of direction.

”Everyone, listen!”

He clapped his hands twice, his voice magically echoing through every street and alley of Jomuran.

With a smile on his face, he continued.

”I was born in the pastures of Behal in Cormier Kingdom, across the Galestine. I gave everyone around me much trouble growing up, for I was a mischievous little fellow. But now I am a man grown. A proud Magus of the Acadian Empire. And a proud member of the Twilight Brotherhood!”

Some of the listeners were stunned to learn that Adam hailed from a continent on the other side of the world.

Most turned wide-eyed at the mention of the Twilight Brotherhood, and that such a powerful man like him was part of this secret organization. These people naturally hailed from this ancient order themselves.

Adam raised his arms wide and said in a loud voice:

”The people back at home call me the Dark King. But allow me to reintroduce myself.”

He raised a finger to the sky. The rays of the sun glowed brilliantly in the backdrop, making the halo surrounding him more glorious, more holy.

”I am Adam Constantine,” he said. ”Son of Tron.”

He paused briefly and said in a soft voice. Though his words echoed across the city, nevertheless.

”As the man who broke your chains and gave you freedom, I have but one request.”

There it was.

The cost of freedom.

The prisoners gulped nervously and listened with bated breath. They would finally learn what it truly was that Adam wanted from them. They knew they couldnʼt refuse him. After all, they had witnessed how he had taken care of so many Mana Core Magi and their undead knights.

Adam spoke gently, his words echoing from the bottom of his heart.

”Please leave the people of Jomuran alone. Do them no harm, for they are innocent. That is all I ask.”

With that, he weaved hand seals and cast Flight once more.

As his feet slowly left the ground, the prisoners found themselves at a loss for words.

Leave the people of the city alone? That was it? The Son of Tron didnʼt want them to swear fealty to him? He didnʼt want them to follow him into battle? He just wanted them... not to harm the people of the city?

For most of them, the request sounded too good to be true. They had spent the majority of their lives behind bars, being tortured and looked down upon. They were certain that theyʼd live the rest of their lives inside the prison and die

alone, forgotten.

But this young man had freed them, killed the ones responsible for their pain and misery, and in return, simply asked to leave the people of the city

unharmed.

Right at that moment, a young man stepped forward and roared, ”But what about this man? Surely, you donʼt expect us to leave him alone?” Everyoneʼs expressions hardened. The man in question was none other than the warden of the prison, Vortigan. He lay on the ground helpless, his body trembling from either fear or rage. More likely fear, as he knew what awaited him now that the prisoners had escaped.

Adam arched a brow as he gazed at Vortigan. ”Him?”

He chuckled lightly. ”Heʼs all yours.”

As the prisonersʼ expressions turned ferocious, thinking of all the things they were going to do to Vortigan, Adamʼs voice echoed once again.

”But beware of killing him,” he reminded. ”Thereʼs still the matter of the Soulmark Lantern. If youʼre careful enough, you can torture him all you like and then throw him in a ditch somewhere to die alone. Or else, the hounds of the Cult will follow you to the end of the world.”

With that said, he slowly soared to the skies. He saw the prisoners surround Vortigan, and soon, his painful wails echoed across the square. Adam simply

chuckled at that.

He swept his gaze further and noticed the residents of the city out on the streets, gazing at him. It was unknown what they thought of him. Most probably thought he was a villain who freed the prisoners and destroyed their

homes.

But it didnʼt matter. He was beyond explaining his actions to them. He didnʼt need these people to understand him, admire him, pity him, or even think of

him.

He believed he did the best he could with the cards he was dealt.

And that was all that mattered.

He soon disappeared behind the clouds, knowing more cultists would now

follow him, guided by the Lanterns.

But he would be ready when they came.

He left the city behind, but also a legend with it.

What had occurred that day would soon echo across the continent and

eventually the entire world.

It would come to be known as the Uprising of Jomuran, an event where the

Dark King single-handedly fought and slew eight Mana Core Magi and their undead knights.

And proclaimed himself the Son of Tron.