Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 36: Fucking Hell
Rea stood stunned for a long second after hearing the guards’ words. Their voices, their tone, their ... forced smiles, everything about them unsettled her deeply. Still, she forced a polite smile, hiding the weight that pressed at her chest.
“Is there a place I can stay here?” she asked quietly, voice measured.
She needed a base. Somewhere to settle, somewhere to breathe and plan. Because just like Kaden, she had already saturated her origin. Now, the only step left was to find an evolution stone, start the Evolution Quest and step into the next tier of strength.
But evolution stones didn’t just grow on trees. Finding one in the wild was technically possible—but the odds were laughable.
Which left one solution.
‘I need to buy one. And for that ... I need money.’ Rea thought as her eyes narrowed slightly.
One of the guards nodded slowly, his unsettling smile still plastered in place.
“There’s an inn at the city center. Go there. If you have coin, pay. If not—you can work for the Church and earn it.”
That was all.
The guards turned away, stepping back to their posts like wind-up dolls returning to idle stance. They left Rea standing there, alone, with her thoughts chewing into her bones.
She started walking toward the Church. Not because she lacked funds—but because what she had wouldn’t be nearly enough. Even the lowest quality evolution stones were expensive, and her family ... wasn’t exactly well-funded.
Her steps were calm, but her fists were clenched.
She hated it.
She hated the fact that while the other heirs would likely enter Fokay with artifact support, guards, funding, and pre-made evolution plans—she had to work for scraps. Had to hustle for every step.
After all,
They had money.
They had comfort.
They had time.
She had pressure.
And that was why, for her, it was simple.
“Become stronger. Then amass money.”
Yes.
Rea was a firm believer that almost anything—loyalty, security, protection, survival—could be solved with enough wealth and power.
Was she wrong?
Who knows.
...
While Kaden and Rea faced Fokay in their own way, Meris was stepping in too.
But unlike them, she didn’t spawn into danger. Not a cursed zone. Not a territory ruled by zealots or monsters.
She spawned in comfort.
In the capital of the Celestial Empire—a place her family had long since claimed a strong foothold in.
That was why right now, Meris Elamin was calmly sipping tea, legs crossed elegantly over each other, her purple hair flowing like silk behind her.
“My lady, what do you wish to do now?” Lari, her ever-loyal maid, asked with polite caution.
Meris didn’t answer immediately. She took another sip of tea, savoring the floral notes, before finally opening her mouth—
“I’m not in a rush,” she said with a lazy shrug, eyes half-lidded. “I’ve trained nonstop for five years. A little rest won’t kill anyone, right?”
It sounded so calm. So reasonable.
But Lari was sweating already.
“My lady...” she began, voice tight. “The Matriarch sent word. She said if you spend even a day lounging, she’ll destroy your tea sets, your clothing, your jewelry ... and your entire doll collection.”
Meris’s calm expression twitched.
Her fingers froze around the teacup.
She could handle the tea.
She could stomach the loss of jewelry.
She could even forgive the clothes.
But the dolls?
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