Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 190: A ceasefire agreement?

From Vaelion’s mouth came a voice full of clenched teeth and barely contained fury—rage teetering on the edge of explosion, but ultimately... it was the sound of reluctant surrender.

He had no choice.

He was panicking now—

No, scratch that. He was completely, utterly losing it.

Everything he had—his power, his influence—was built on the Legendary Units of the Kingdom of the Night Elves. That was his foundation.

But if the Emerald Castle army kept tearing through his territory, kept running wild in the Kingdom of the Night Elves, and worse—if they managed to take out even more Tier-13 Emerald Dragons or Green Dragons...

Then the consequences would be catastrophic.

And Vaelion knew—he couldn’t afford that. Not anymore.

So no matter how much it burned, he had to back down.

Even if it meant coughing up a fortune—hundreds of millions in gold, five thousand units of each of the six core resources, and even two Tier-12 Royal Unit dwellings for War Unicorns as compensation—he had no choice.

He was done bluffing.

Done posturing.

He didn’t have the will or the guts to keep butting heads with Ethan.

And when Ethan saw that, he just smiled.

Got him.

"Ready to sign the contract?" Ethan asked casually, his tone light, almost amused.

"Contract?" Vaelion’s pupils shrank as he stared at Ethan. "You think I’ll go back on my word?"

"Isn’t that obvious?" Ethan replied coolly, his expression calm. "Just tell me—are you signing or not? I’m not here to listen to your whining."

"You—!" Vaelion’s face twisted, his whole body trembling with rage.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth so hard it sounded like they might crack, and spat out the words:

"I’ll sign."

It had been mentioned before—contracts in the world of Glory Lords X weren’t just pieces of paper. They were backed by the will of the Main Plane itself—a projection of the world’s consciousness. That kind of power didn’t go around punishing people on its own...

But if you signed a contract?

Then you were bound. Period.

Because once a contract was sealed, the will of the Main Plane became the witness. Breaking it wasn’t just a breach of agreement—it was a direct offense against the world’s will.

And no one got away with that.

The punishment? Brutal.

Sometimes even exile.

Unless you were powerful enough to rival a faction-level force—strong enough to create your own world—then maybe, just maybe, you could ignore the Main Plane’s will.

But how many of those existed in the entire game world?

You could count them on one hand.

As for Ethan, Vaelion, Thalor, Eldrin, and the rest of the so-called top-tier players?

They were nowhere near that level.

So yeah—once the contract was signed, it was ironclad. No loopholes. No take-backs.

And for Ethan, that was all he needed to finally relax.

Buzz!

A low hum echoed through the air as the contract was sealed.

Vaelion, looking utterly defeated, his face dark and covered in metaphorical soot, turned and walked away without a word. Not even a glance back. No goodbye. Nothing.

Watching him go, Thalor and Eldrin exchanged a look—then both let out a bitter chuckle.

"Lord of Emerald Castle," Thalor said with a wry smile, "you really played this one well. Dragged us right into the mess too."

Just one sentence, but it carried a heavy dose of resentment.

This time, Ethan didn’t argue.

He simply shook his head and said, with a hint of apology, "I’m sorry for keeping you two in the dark."

But before either of them could respond, he added, "I hope you can understand—I didn’t do this to stir up trouble, or to use you on purpose. I was cornered. I didn’t have a choice."

He paused for a moment, then continued before they could cut in.

"Anyway, Vaelion’s agreed to send troops now. We’ve achieved our goal. No point dwelling on it."

Eldrin, the Archmage, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as he looked at Ethan.

"Lord of Emerald Castle," he said slowly, "your personal grudge with Vaelion is none of our business. But let me be clear—once is enough, twice is pushing it, but there won’t be a third time. Some lines, once crossed too many times, can’t be uncrossed. I hope you understand that."

"And another thing—the Eastern Front. You can’t stall any longer. You must join the fight."

"I know," Ethan nodded, his tone steady. "For the upcoming battle, Emerald Castle will deploy one Crimson Ultimate Hero, one Orange Legendary Hero, and around thirty Legendary Units. That’s the most I can give."

"A Crimson Ultimate Hero..."

The moment Ethan said that, both Eldrin and Thalor instinctively narrowed their eyes.

There was caution in their expressions—maybe even a little envy.

"...Alright," Thalor finally said with a nod. "One Crimson Ultimate, one Orange Legendary, and thirty Legendary Units. But I want them on the Eastern Front within three days. No delays."

He knew Emerald Castle’s strength. For them to commit that much was already a big deal.

"Deal," Ethan nodded. Then he added, "But I’ve got one condition. My troops—no one gives them orders but me. How they fight, how they move, how they engage—that’ll be handled by my own commanders. I won’t have anyone else interfering."

"Fair enough," Eldrin replied with a calm nod. "But just so we’re clear—if your people start slacking off, pretending to help while doing nothing, I’ll hold you personally responsible. Emerald Castle will pay for it. Understood?"

"Understood," Ethan said, nodding again.

"Then it’s settled," Eldrin said, his voice firm. "Let’s draft a temporary ceasefire agreement. Until the Dungeon forces retreat, Sylvanwood can’t afford any more internal chaos."

He paused, then gave Ethan a long, meaningful look.

"I’ll handle it. I’ll go to Vaelion myself and make sure he signs."

"A ceasefire agreement?"

The moment Archmage Eldrin said those words, Ethan couldn’t help but grin.

Now that was a bombshell.

Truth be told, he wanted a ceasefire more than anyone else in the room.

Why?

Simple.

Because right now, a huge part of his focus was out at sea.

At this point, Emerald Castle’s growth in Sylvanwood had pretty much hit a wall. They’d reached a plateau.

Unless he somehow managed to wipe out Vaelion, Thalor, Eldrin, and the rest in one fell swoop—which, let’s be honest, wasn’t happening anytime soon—this deadlock wasn’t going anywhere.

And if things stayed stuck like this, Emerald Castle’s progress would slow to a crawl. Hell, it might even grind to a halt.

Or worse—start sliding backward.

And that? That wasn’t an option.

He needed change. Fast.

He had to find a new path, a new base of operations, somewhere fresh to rise from.

Only then would Emerald Castle have a shot at becoming stronger—strong enough to survive in the brutal world of Glory Lords X. Maybe even thrive. Maybe even dominate. freēwēbnovel.com

But wanting something and getting it? Two very different things.

He wanted out. The sooner, the better.

But Sylvanwood’s current mess had him stuck—like boots in mud. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t break free.

And now, out of nowhere, this ceasefire agreement?

It was the perfect out.

A clean break.

And on top of that, yeah, he’d taken out a good chunk of the Kingdom of the Night Elves’ top-tier forces—some 13th-Tier Legendary Green Dragons, even a few 13th-Tier Emerald Dragons.

But let’s not kid ourselves—the Night Elves still had way more troops than Emerald Castle could handle.

So this ceasefire?

It wasn’t just a truce.

It was a lifeline.

A shield.

A damn good way to keep breathing.

With that in mind, Ethan didn’t hesitate for a second.

"I’m in," he said firmly.

"Good..." Eldrin replied, his voice low and measured.

...

Ethan didn’t waste any time.

As soon as he left the eastern territories of the Kingdom of the Elementals, he made a beeline back to Emerald Castle. The moment he arrived, he called an emergency meeting, summoning every high-ranking member of their forces who was still around.

But Seraphina and Cicero hadn’t returned yet.

Lilith was still out in the field, keeping a close eye on the Dungeon’s movements—he hadn’t called her back.

Treant Bromir had just been dispatched to reclaim the resource points and creature dwellings that had been looted during recent skirmishes.

So that left just three people in the war room: Eldorin, Elyra, and Elynn.

"Seraphina and the others still not back?" Ethan asked, turning to Elynn.

Truth be told, he hadn’t sent a huge force to raid the Kingdom of the Night Elves. Just Seraphina, Cicero, the Gold Dragon Auremax, the Green Dragon Orryn, and Balthazar. Four dragons and one Behemoth. That was it.

He hadn’t touched any of the regular troops—not even the 13th-Tier Legendary Units or the 14th-Tier Mythic Units.

Why?

Because this wasn’t meant to be a full-on assault. It was a hit-and-run. A pressure test. He didn’t want to make a big scene. The quieter, the better. Fewer people, stronger individuals, more stealth—that was the plan.

And let’s be honest—compared to elite unit heroes like Seraphina and Balthazar, the regular troops just didn’t measure up.

If everything went smoothly, great.

But if something went wrong?

If they got killed, he’d have to pay to resurrect them.

And that was just a waste of money.

Sure, he was rich now—filthy rich, actually. Practically overnight, he’d gone from scraping by to sitting on a mountain of gold coins and tens of thousands of units of core resources.

But with that wealth came a whole new set of expenses.

Castle upgrades? Cost a fortune.

Recruiting Legendary Units? Not cheap.

Building an overseas base? That was gonna burn through gold like wildfire.

All of it—money pits. Bottomless ones.

So yeah, if he could save a few coins here and there, he would. Every bit he saved could be used where it really mattered.

"Master, Seraphina and Prince Cicero haven’t returned yet," Elynn said, shaking her head. "But they should be close. I just got a magical message from Prince Cicero—he said they’ll be back soon."

"Alright," Ethan nodded. "Then let’s talk while we wait."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Our next move for Emerald Castle... is to head out to sea."

"Elyra, Eldorin, Elynn—what do you think?"

"Out to sea?" Elyra echoed, exchanging glances with the others.

She couldn’t hold back her concern. "But Master, what about the Kingdom of the Night Elves? We hit them pretty hard—they’re definitely going to want revenge, right?"

"They will," Ethan said, nodding. "But not anytime soon."

"Huh? Why not?" Elyra blinked, clearly confused.

"Before I came back," Ethan explained, "I signed a ceasefire agreement with Thalor of the Kingdom of the Elementals and Eldrin of Snowy Castle. We all agreed—until the Dungeon army is pushed back, there’ll be no more internal conflict. We’re united against the outside threat."

He let that sink in, then added, "And the Kingdom of the Night Elves? They have to sign it too. If they don’t, none of us—Thalor, Eldrin, or Emerald Castle—will accept it."