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Chapter 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) · Oct 29, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-10-29
302 Chapter 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-10-29
303 Chapter 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-10-29
304 Chapter 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-10-29
305 Chapter 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-10-29
306 Chapter 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-10-29
307 Chapter 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-10-29
308 Chapter 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-10-29
309 Chapter 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-10-29
310 Chapter 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-10-29
311 Chapter 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-10-29
312 Chapter 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-10-29
313 Chapter 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-10-29
314 Chapter 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-10-29
315 Chapter 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-10-29
316 Chapter 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-10-29
317 Chapter 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-10-29
318 Chapter 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-10-29
319 Chapter 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-10-29
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-10-29
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-10-29
322 Chapter 322: The Heir’s Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-10-29
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-10-29
324 Chapter 324: The Devil’s Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-10-29
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-10-29
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-10-29
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-10-29
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-10-29
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-10-29
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-10-29
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-10-29
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-10-29
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-10-29
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-10-29
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-10-29
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-10-29
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-10-29
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-10-29
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-10-29
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-10-29
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-10-29
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-10-29
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-10-29
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-10-29
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-10-29
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-10-29
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-10-29
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-10-29
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-10-29
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-10-29

Deep within an uncharted land, far beyond the reach of humans

There lay a kingdom

A land of warriors.

A land of strength.

A land untouched by human conflicts.

Inside the grand palace of the Amazarak, the ruling tribe of fierce, battle-hardened women—

A stunning, powerful queen lounged on her throne.

Her long, toned legs crossed elegantly, golden ornaments adorning her tanned skin.

Her piercing eyes gleamed with curiosity as she rested her cheek against her knuckles.

”How is the human?”

Her voice was smooth, yet commanding.

The female warrior kneeling before her lowered her head in respect.

”He is weak, but will recover.”

The queen narrowed her eyes, tapping her fingers against the armrest of her throne.

”Any information about him?”

The warrior shook her head.

”No, Your Highness.”

The queen let out a soft hum, her lips curling into a sly smile.

A human, washed up in her land?

This was rare.

And rare things… always had value.

She knew one thing for certain—

No human ever reached their lands by accident.

And this one…

He might prove entertaining.

Her voice was like silk as she spoke.

”This human… he bears the mark of our goddess, Ementhiya?”

The warrior beside her nodded.

”According to our Oracles, yes.”

A pause.

The Queen’s gaze flickered with intrigue.

Ementhiya—one of the Three Goddesses.

The same goddess who blessed the so-called ’Heroes.’

The same goddess who was worshipped by the follower of the Saint of Three Gods.

How interesting.

A dangerous smile played at her lips.

A hero of the Goddess… washed up in her lands?

Fate had brought him here.

And fate… always had a plan.

The Queen of Amazarak paused, her smirk widening as she tilted her head slightly.

”So… this is the will of the Goddess?”

Her tone was amused, yet laced with something deeper—

Intrigue. Desire. Possession.

She ran her fingers lightly along her jawline, deep in thought.

Inside her mind—a single realization formed.

This young man…

He was different.

More handsome. More charming.

More… appealing than the rugged, battle-hardened men of her tribe.

And she wanted him.

Her eyes gleamed with hunger as she turned to her warriors.

Then—her tongue flicked across her lips, slow and deliberate.

”Tell the others…”

Her voice dripped with authority.

”…This hero is mine.”

The warriors exchanged glances—but none dared to question her.

For when their queen desired something…

She always got what she wanted.”

Queen Zephyra took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Her golden ornaments clinked softly, the fabric of her robes sliding smoothly over her sun-kissed skin.

A dozen elite warriors followed behind her, their expressions unreadable—but their loyalty absolute.

She was not a queen to be challenged.

For in Amazarak, the throne belonged only to those with bloodline, power, magic, and mastery.

And Zephyra had all four.

None dared to oppose her.

None dared to claim what was hers.

The flaps of the healing tent swayed gently

Queen Zephyra stepped into the healing tent, her sharp eyes scanning the unconscious man before her.

He lay still—his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.

Her gaze traced over his body.

His smooth, pale skin.

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His strikingly handsome face.

A man born for battle… but also for something more.

But then—her eyes settled on the empty space where his left arm should have been.

And she smirked.

Something stirred inside her.

A man like this—so strong, so promising—was incomplete.

Unacceptable.

She wanted him whole.

She wanted his hands to touch her, to caress her, to belong to her.

And she would ensure he was perfect.

Her perfect warrior.

Her perfect man.

Zephyra turned to her healers, her voice firm yet sultry.

”Once he awakens and regains his strength… ensure that he comes to me at the palace.”

The healers lowered their heads in obedience.

Zephyra smirked one last time before turning away.

Her hips swayed with confidence as she stepped out of the tent, her warriors following silently.

Inside her mind, one thing was certain.

This hero had been given to her by fate.

And she would not let him go.

For Queen Zephyra, restoring this handsome man’s left hand was a trivial matter.

With her magic, resources, and the secrets of Amazarak, she could give him back what he had lost—

Stronger. Better. Unbreakable.

But as she walked through the palace halls, a wicked smirk graced her lips.

Inside her dirty, possessive mind—

”Don’t worry, handsome…”

”I’ll make you whole again.”

”I’ll make you perfect.”

”And once you’re mine… you’ll never leave my side.”

Meanwhile in Klimbert region

Inside his private chamber, Klimbert’s fingers drummed aggressively against his desk.

His face was twisted with fury.

All his meticulously crafted plans—gone.

The weaker noble territories he had aimed to conquer?

Out of reach.

And why?

Because that damned king had interfered.

Now—he was trapped.

Forced to stay still.

Unable to strike.

”Anem.”

His trusted butler stepped forward with a bow.

”Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert’s eyes darkened.

”Status of our troops?”

Anem adjusted his glasses.

”They have all returned to our region, my lord. Since we cannot make any moves at this time.”

Klimbert gritted his teeth, annoyed but unsurprised.

”Report on recruitment. And our total forces?”

Anem nodded, listing the numbers with precision.

3,000 active troops guarding our borders.

7,000 standby forces that were originally prepared for invasion.

15,000 in reserve, awaiting mobilization.

30,000 fully trained in the barracks.

But then—Anem’s voice lowered slightly.

”…Due to the royal forces being stationed in our region and others, we are limiting active training. Only 1,000 soldiers train per week, and we rotate them to avoid suspicion.

We have also ensured all advanced training is done in secret.”

Klimbert’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.

”Good.”

He leaned back in his chair.

So what if he couldn’t move now?

Time was still on his side.

The king wouldn’t be watching forever.

And when that time came—

He would strike.

Klimbert leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening.

Armand? Not worth it anymore.

It was clear—Armand would not strike first

Instead—he would wait.

Let Armand sit in their fortress, untouchable.

Meanwhile—he would move elsewhere.

”Anem.”

His butler stood at attention.

”Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert waved a hand lazily.

”Ensure the plan proceeds as scheduled.”

Anem bowed.

”Yes, my lord.”

The plan to sabotage his neighboring regions—

To weaken their soldiers, to spread whispers of instability, to turn the people against their own rulers—

Would continue.

Klimbert’s eyes gleamed.

”Our spies?”

Anem adjusted his gloves.

”Already positioned among the noble elite’s workers. Their trust has been secured.”

But then—his tone turned grim.

”…However, we cannot move within Armand. Their counterintelligence is unmatched. No spies have succeeded in infiltrating their ranks.”

Klimbert scoffed.

”Bah, who cares? We don’t need to bother with Armand anymore.”

His eyes turned toward the map sprawled across his desk.

His true targets.

”These other regions… they have rich lands. They hold the resources I want.”

He ran a finger over the borders of the weaker noble territories.

”Once I take them… I won’t just have a stronger region than Armand.”

His grin stretched wider.

”I’ll have a stronger region than the king himself.”

( End of Chapter )

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