Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 909: The World Starts Moving Again

Ethan’s gaze lingered on the stone tablet for a moment.

His mind worked fast.

Stone Golems had natural advantages—tough bodies, immense stamina. In mining, construction, and defensive warfare, they were invaluable.

And right now, Emerald Castle was in desperate need of foundational strength.

This wasn’t just a group of refugees—it was a potential power boost.

"You have my permission," Ethan said decisively.

He pointed to one of the Stone Golems. "You—return to your world immediately."

"Gather every last one of your people."

"Bring them here."

"I’ll provide stable energy and a place to survive."

The Stone Golem nodded, visibly trembling with emotion. Without a word of hesitation, he turned and left, vanishing into the sky.

The rest remained where they were, silent and reverent, the weight of survival etched into every line of their massive forms.

A new force had quietly joined Emerald Castle’s ranks.

...

Far above the distant Nether Sea, storm clouds churned. The ocean below looked like a shattered black mirror.

Varaxis hovered high in the sky, his cloak snapping in the wind.

He stared down at the endless dark waters beneath him, eyes sharp and cold—like the whole world was already clenched in his fist.

Since taming the Kraken, the fractured empires of the Nether Sea had fallen one by one.

Port cities burned. Royal walls crumbled. Those who resisted either knelt—or vanished into the black depths.

Now, he was the undisputed ruler of these waters.

—At least, that’s what most believed.

But a few stubborn powers still refused to bow.

Tharok was the last—and the strongest—of them. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He ruled the oldest, most formidable kingdom in the Nether Sea. His strength ran deep, ancient and unfathomable. Without the Kraken, even Varaxis wouldn’t stand a chance.

Now, Tharok floated in the sky before him, energy surging like a tidal wave. Behind him, a massive spectral figure loomed—its outline blurred, but the pressure it radiated was suffocating.

"Varaxis," Tharok said, voice low and cold. "Your brother never ruled with such bloodlust. He understood restraint. Balance. But you—since the moment you took the throne, you’ve drowned the world in war."

"You really think a single sea monster is enough to rule the Nether Sea forever?"

Varaxis laughed.

The sound echoed across the sky—wild, unhinged.

He reached down and patted the Kraken’s rough, armored shell beneath his feet.

In the next instant, the Kraken’s tentacles coiled tight. Abyssal energy surged through its body, condensing into a massive sphere of black light—like a dark star being born.

Then it fired.

At the same time, Tharok summoned his own energy core.

The two forces collided midair.

BOOM—!

The explosion tore through the sky, deafening and violent. The air rippled in visible waves. Space itself cracked like shattered glass, spiderwebbing with fractures.

The shockwave blasted both sides backward.

But within seconds, the balance began to tip.

The Kraken’s dark energy surged forward like a rising tide, wrapping around Tharok’s defenses layer by layer.

It wasn’t just raw force—it was corrosive. Twisting. Devouring.

Not merely attacking, but breaking down everything it touched—matter, energy, even the structure of Tharok’s shield itself.

Tharok’s shield shattered in an instant.

His flesh tore apart under the onslaught of energy, bones cracking with a sickening crunch. He didn’t even have time to scream—darkness swallowed him whole before the sound could escape.

Silence fell over the sky once more.

Varaxis hovered in place, his breathing slightly ragged, but his eyes burned with a feverish, almost deranged excitement.

"From this moment on," he said coldly, "the entire Nether Sea belongs to me. Anyone who defies that..."

He glanced at the spot where Tharok had vanished.

"...will end up the same."

Far off in the distance, the remaining powerhouses who had come to witness the battle had gone pale.

None dared speak. One by one, they dropped to their knees in the air, bowing to the new ruler.

Varaxis didn’t spare them a second glance.

His mind was elsewhere—haunted by a memory that refused to fade.

Blood.

A broken body.

And his brother’s eyes, dimming as life slipped away.

That moment had burned itself into his soul, replaying over and over in his mind like a curse, tearing at what was left of his sanity.

Hatred spread through him like poison.

He couldn’t wait.

Even if the Nether Sea wasn’t fully stabilized—even if factions still plotted in the shadows—he had to move now.

The moment he crowned himself Emperor of the Netherreach Empire, his first command was absolute:

Mobilize the entire military force of the Nether Sea.

March on Emerald Castle.

He took everything—core energy reserves, strategic stockpiles, elite troops. Nothing was held back.

It was an all-in gamble.

If he won, he’d stand on the threshold of ruling a higher plane.

If he lost, the Nether Sea would collapse into weakness and chaos for years to come.

Some had tried to warn him—cautioning that the region wasn’t ready, that overextension could backfire.

But under the looming shadow of the Kraken, no one dared truly oppose him.

And Varaxis... had long since stopped listening to reason.

Revenge was the only thing left driving him.

...

Back at Emerald Castle, peace still lingered—rare and fragile.

The towering walls shimmered faintly under the sun, their metallic sheen catching the light. Overhead, the defensive barrier hummed steadily. The streets bustled with movement.

Survivors from countless Plane Worlds continued to pour in—carrying bags, wounds, and fear. All of them seeking the same thing: a place to live. A place to survive.

In this brutal, chaotic era, Emerald Castle had become the only true center of order in the surrounding realms.

Most of the newcomers were weak—some hadn’t even reached the threshold of Crimson Ultimate.

But numbers meant potential. Labor. Future soldiers. When thousands gathered in one place, even the weakest could become a force worth reckoning with.

At that moment, outside the city walls, in a wide-open testing field, Ethan stood with several core leaders, overseeing the live trial of the latest batch of Powered Combat Armor.

With the castle’s energy reserves growing, manufacturing tech had advanced rapidly. Even mass-produced suits now far exceeded their previous performance limits.

The air buzzed with faint energy. Technicians watched their monitors with tense focus, while the other leaders instinctively stepped back.

Ethan took a deep breath, releasing his full power and syncing it with the armor’s internal core.

Vmmm—

The armor’s etched lines lit up one by one, resonating with a deep, steady hum that rippled through the air.

In his palm, a dense sphere of energy formed—so compact it distorted the space around it, like a compressed star.

He hurled it forward with a sharp motion.

BOOM!

The moment the energy sphere struck a distant boulder, a blinding flash erupted.

The rock didn’t crack. It didn’t explode.

It simply vanished—erased from existence—leaving behind only a shockwave and a swirl of residual energy.

For a moment, the field was silent.

Then came the low murmur of awe.