Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!-Chapter 431 - 432: Awakens!

There was no sea water around.

The people of Atlantis felt uneasy.

They had long been accustomed to living and fighting underwater, but Fenric had suddenly drained the battlefield dry for the duel. For them, adapting was difficult.

Even Orm, who was born and raised in Atlantis, felt unsettled. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Arthur, however, remained completely unaffected. In fact, the absence of water gave him an edge—he had grown up on land, after all.

Both brothers were quick to realize what had happened. This was clearly the Sea God tilting the scales in Arthur’s favor.

Orm’s face burned with frustration and humiliation, yet he dared not utter a word.

Everyone had already acknowledged Fenric as the true Sea God. If Orm openly questioned him here, Fenric would have all the justification he needed to strip him of the throne instantly—perhaps even without a duel.

But Orm was not without ambition. He was clever enough to adjust his mentality quickly.

"Fine," he thought bitterly, clenching his trident. "Even without seawater, I’ll crush that half-breed Arthur!"

He raised his trident high and pointed it at Arthur with a provocative flourish.

Make no mistake—the trident in Orm’s hand was no divine weapon, just an ordinary spear. Only Fenric’s trident could be called an artifact. Still, Atlantis warriors carried them as tradition.

Arthur had felt a twinge of guilt earlier, believing Fenric’s favoritism was unfair to his brother. But when he saw Orm’s arrogant taunt, that guilt vanished instantly.

"Arrogant bastard," he thought coldly.

On the high platform, Fenric’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding:

"Begin."

At once, the brothers lunged at each other.

Clang!

Their tridents collided, a sharp clash ringing out like clashing steel.

Both carried royal blood, their strength far beyond ordinary men. They were superhuman by mortal standards. But compared to Fenric, their power was laughable.

The two clashed furiously, strikes and counters sparking one after another, their fight dazzling the onlookers.

Fenric, however, found it dull.

To him, this was nothing but children squabbling. If he stepped onto the field, one punch would be enough to kill them both. Still, he watched carefully.

If Arthur faltered, Fenric was ready to intervene—subtly. His mind power was invisible, and no one but Orm himself would realize the Sea God had tipped the scales.

The battle quickly reached a fever pitch.

Determined to protect his throne, Orm struck mercilessly at Arthur, aiming for vital points, each blow filled with killing intent.

Arthur, usually passive and reluctant, grew furious under the relentless assault. Abandoning restraint, he met Orm’s ferocity with equal force.

The crowd roared, swept away by the fierce spectacle.

Only their mother, Atlanna, watched with deep worry. She could see where this would lead—her sons were bound to suffer grievous harm.

Minutes dragged on. Both fighters were bloodied, neither willing to yield. In this duel for the throne, a tie was not an option.

At that moment, Arthur recalled Vulko’s teachings.

He shifted his stance, spinning his trident in a flowing arc, summoning a technique that left no gaps in defense.

From the audience platform, Vulko’s eyes widened.

That was no ordinary technique—it was the secret style of the ancient King of Atlantis. And though he had served as Orm’s advisor, he had never passed it down to him. Instead, he had secretly taught Arthur.

"Traitor...!" Orm seethed, realizing the truth as his attacks were effortlessly deflected.

Arthur’s counterattack came swiftly. Orm’s weapon was knocked from his hands, and his body was sent crashing to the ground, his trident spinning away.

Arthur didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, his trident poised to strike.

Weaponless, Orm closed his eyes and braced for death.

But the killing blow never came.

When he opened his eyes, Arthur’s trident hovered less than an inch from his throat.

One push, and it would have pierced him.

Arthur had chosen to spare him.

Shame twisted in Orm’s chest.

"Finish it! I don’t need your pity!" he shouted hoarsely.

The arena fell silent, every gaze fixed on Arthur.

Fenric alone remained unshaken. This outcome was exactly as he remembered. And it saved him the trouble of interfering.

Arthur withdrew his weapon, his expression calm.

"You’ve lost, Orm. I won’t kill you. Our mother doesn’t wish to see us destroy each other."

Atlanna’s eyes welled with tears of relief. Her faith in Arthur was now absolute.

Orm turned toward her. His defiance wavered, his shoulders slumping.

Fenric wasted no time. With Arthur’s victory clear, he motioned for Vulko.

Vulko immediately stepped forward and proclaimed loudly:

"The duel is over! Arthur is the victor! He shall be our new king!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

The people of Atlantis erupted in cheers, their voices echoing through the arena. Arthur’s strength had won them over completely.

With the battle’s conclusion, Atlantis had a new ruler.

Arthur, King of Atlantis.

As for Orm, Arthur showed mercy, granting him freedom rather than execution. He remained a citizen of Atlantis, though his pride was in ruins.

Soon after, Arthur fulfilled his promise. He declared Fenric the true Sea God of the oceanic clans and commanded Atlantis to worship him.

He had no choice. Fenric’s power was overwhelming. If Arthur went back on his word, he would be crushed in an instant.

Across the city, statues of the old Poseidon were torn down. In their place rose new monuments—each one bearing Fenric’s likeness.

The other three kingdoms beneath the sea followed suit. None dared oppose the being who had effortlessly demonstrated such divine might.

Fenric had become the supreme existence of the seas.

His plan was more than halfway complete.

Next, only the Trench tribe and the lost tribe remained to be subdued. For Fenric, such conquests were trivial.

But deep in the ocean’s abyss...

Within a forgotten palace, the waters began to stir violently. Fish and sea creatures scattered in terror.

An ancient god had awakened.

His slumber broken not by time, but by betrayal.

His people—his worshippers—had abandoned him.

"Bold mortals!"

A furious roar thundered from the depths, shaking the sea.

The true Poseidon had awakened.