The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1603: Genesis Flame Queen Happiness

Two enormous planetary rings circled the world like celestial crowns, glowing with streaks of crimson, gold, and silver light.

Vast continents stretched across the surface, covered by endless forests of flame-touched trees and frozen crystal mountains that pierced the heavens.

Rivers of molten fire flowed peacefully alongside streams of azure ice, creating a landscape that seemed impossible yet perfectly balanced.

The elemental energy in the atmosphere was so dense that even ordinary mortals could feel it nourishing their bodies. Many powerful warriors were sometimes allowed to come here to improve their elemental affinities.

While someone like Klaus and his wives were getting powerful flames simply by drinking blood and having sex, most people actually had to meticulously cultivate the elemental laws to earn them, and Planet Nexarion was one of the places where that could be done, since the elemental laws were much more visible here.

Countless cities floated above the land, suspended by powerful formations and elemental crystals. Some radiated waves of scorching heat, while others were covered in eternal frost.

As Nyrela flew through the air, everyone who saw her carriage passing by would bow their heads in admiration and respect. They respected their queen, the Genesis Flame Queen, so much that her rules were all taken to heart.

Unlike most monarchies, where the people did all the work, the Genesis Flame Queen and her family always tried to shield the people from danger.

Every last member of the royal family was a legendary warrior, with Nyrela being the rising monster after her brother and sisters had gone and made names for themselves.

So they admired and respected her just as they did every member of the royal family.

But while they were paying their respects, Nyrela couldn’t get home soon enough to complain to her mother. A few hours later, the carriage pulled up in front of a mansion situated on a secluded mountain.

The building was literally suspended on a lava-filled mountain. The heat coming from it was enough to kill even a warrior with Perfect Affinity for flames.

It was that potent.

But Nyrela jumped out of her carriage before it landed and rushed inside.

“Mother, where are you?” she shouted, her voice spreading throughout the mansion.

“Come to the Flame Garden, dear,” a beautiful voice entered her ears, causing her to rush to the next door on her left and soon appear in a garden filled with flowers that were literally on fire.

Seated within this strange garden was a beautiful redhead with eyes like the burning sun and flowing hair that streaks down her back. She had flawless skin streaked with flame runes and a figure that would turn heads.

Be it her butt or breasts, she had them, and considering she was clad in only thin lace, most of her figure was exposed.

However, she was the only one in the garden, so no one could admire such a sight.

Nyrela didn’t seem to care when she arrived. It appeared she was already familiar with her mother’s lack of concern for what she wore when she was alone.

“Mother, I need justice,” she said, jumping into her mother’s arms, her head falling onto her mother’s beautiful, full breasts.

As the lastborn, both her mother and siblings doted on her, so she was a bit spoiled despite being one of the most powerful Demigods in the universe.

“Who dares offend my sweet daughter?” the Genesis Flame Queen said, a smile playing on her face as she brushed her left hand through Nyrela’s hair and cupped her cheek.

Nyrela melted into her arms, proving that she might be powerful, but at the end of the day, she was still mentally vulnerable, like a child.

“Mother, you remember how I told you I had located a Flame Dao Crystal in the Devil’s Maw and that I was going to retrieve it for you?” Nyrela asked, and her mother nodded.

“What happened? Did you get it?”

“No, Mother. Some bastard beat me to it.”

“Oh,” the Genesis Flame Queen muttered, furrowing her brow before asking, “Who is strong enough to take something from you? I thought that place only had up to Universal Gods. Which of them is strong enough to stop my little Scarlet Glaive Dancer?”

Nyrela blushed but answered, “He wasn’t even a god, Mother; he was merely an Immortal Monarch.”

The Genesis Flame Queen lifted Nyrela up and looked at her intently. “Wait, you are telling me an Immortal Monarch managed to beat you to the Flame Dao Crystal?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Now, I am intrigued. What is his name, and which faction is he from? Is he married, does he have kids, or is he still single?”

“MOTHER…” Nyrela shouted, blushing.

“What? Aside from your big brother, who is now married, your two sisters are single, claiming no man has managed to catch their attention, and you are also following in their footsteps. However, if this person could beat even you, then who is to say I wouldn’t finally be finding myself a son-in-law?”

She grinned and winked at Nyrela before adding, “Err… he might even end up becoming your stepfather.”

“YOU…” Nyrela tried to pinch her mother, but she was too powerful. “Aren’t you too shameless for saying such a thing?”

“What is there to be shameless about? I also have needs, you know.”

“How shameless,” Nyrela smirked, but answered the question she had been asked. “I don’t know if he is single or not, but he behaves as if he knows you.”

“Huh?” The Genesis Flame Queen frowned slightly.

“Yes, Mother. From what I could gather, his name is Rhazor, and he is a member of the Criminal Underworld set to partake in the Underworld Slaughter Tournament.

“However, when I used your name to threaten him into giving me the Flame Dao Crystal, he just laughed and said that when I came home, I should tell you Efad had taken the Flame Dao Crystal and that you would reward me instead of scold me.”

“WHAT!” The Genesis Flame Queen jumped to her feet, dropping the fragile Nyrela onto the ground. Her breasts jiggled as her body trembled.

“What did you say?” she asked, her expression tightening, fire burning deep within her eyes.

“His name is Rhazor,” Nyrela answered.

“No, the latter part.”

“Efad.”

“Did he really say Efad?” the Genesis Flame Queen asked, both hands gripping Nyrela’s shoulders.

“Yes, Mother. I would never forget that annoying bastard’s face. He really pisses me off, Mother. I think you should get justice for me.”

“Justice?” The Genesis Flame Queen lifted her head and laughed. “You want justice?”

“Yes, Mother.” Nyrela pouted, showing just how spoiled she could be sometimes.

“Listen, brat, the person you are calling a brat was the reason you are alive today.”

“Huh?” Nyrela widened her eyes, confused by what her mother had said. “What are you trying to say, Mother? Is he my father?”

“No, silly,” the Genesis Flame Queen laughed before adding, “but I wish he were.”

A beautiful smile appeared on her face.

“You remember I once told you that when I was an Immortal, I got trapped in a wolf den, and when all hope was lost, a green-haired, handsome man saved me?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“His name was Efad, the most handsome man I have ever met.”

“Huh? But Mother, that was millions of years ago. Are you saying the brat Rhazor is Efad?”

“I am not sure, but if he remembers me and said that name, then I am sure he is the one.”

“But how is that possible?” Nyrela frowned deeply, but her mother cupped her cheeks and revealed the greatest shock she would ever hear in her life.

“Efad was once known as the Star Monarch.”

“WHAT?”