Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 254: Day the King Fell

His aura flared violently, shaking the air.

"And yet... here I am," King Zul growled,

"Being pushed back."

His teeth clenched.

"How am I losing?"

"How am I losing to a human?!"

The stands were silent.

"Elves are superior to humans," King Zul said sharply, as if repeating it would make it true.

"That is the truth of this world!"

Nolan slowly exhaled.

Then he took a step forward.

"Don’t say that again."

His voice wasn’t loud.

But it carried.

"You’re wrong."

King Zul froze.

"The average human," Nolan continued calmly,

"thinks faster than elves."

Another step.

"They adapt faster."

"They question more."

"They learn from failure."

King Zul’s brows furrowed.

"Yes, human lives are shorter," Nolan said.

"But that’s exactly why they’re dangerous."

He raised his hand slightly, palm open.

"Humans live every day like it might be their last."

"They fight like they don’t get second chances."

His eyes sharpened.

"That pressure—

That desperation—

That fear of ending—"

"It forces evolution."

The wind around the arena slowed.

"You call humans weak," Nolan said.

"But humans work harder than any race I’ve seen."

He gestured around them.

"Look at your kingdom."

The elves flinched.

"This place—most of it—is still wood."

"Trees. Stone blocks. Old structures."

His gaze returned to King Zul.

"The only place that looks remotely advanced—"

"Is where you live."

King Zul’s jaw tightened.

"You think humans live like this?" Nolan asked.

"No."

"They build."

"They refine."

"They destroy what doesn’t work and replace it."

His voice lowered.

"Human civilization didn’t grow by chance."

He took another step closer.

"Do you think a war between elves and humans would end with human defeat?"

King Zul said nothing.

"No," Nolan answered himself.

"Even if war breaks out—humans won’t lose."

"They already won the moment they learned how to survive together."

The arena felt heavier.

"I’ll tell you this clearly," Nolan said, locking eyes with King Zul.

"Accept it or don’t."

"Humans are superior."

Not shouted.

Not boasted.

Stated.

"Superior to elves."

"Superior to demons."

"Superior to any race in this world."

The air trembled.

"Because humans don’t rely on talent alone."

"They rely on effort."

"On desperation."

"On the refusal to accept fate."

Nolan stopped just a few steps away from King Zul.

"No race is safe from that."

King Zul glared at Nolan.

Veins bulged along his neck as humiliation and rage twisted his face.

"Shut the hell up!"

Dark energy erupted from his body, swallowing his arms, crawling across his shoulders like living smoke. The ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself forward, fist tearing through the air toward Nolan’s face.

Too fast for most eyes.

But not for Nolan.

In the very instant King Zul closed in, Nolan vanished from his line of sight.

A whisper brushed against the king’s ear.

"Too slow."

King Zul’s eyes widened.

Before his body could react, Nolan’s voice followed—calm, cold, final.

"Now lose consciousness."

King Zul twisted his head, desperately trying to turn—

BOOM.

Nolan’s punch landed squarely on his jaw.

The sound echoed like thunder.

King Zul’s body lifted off the ground as if gravity had abandoned him. The dark aura coating him shattered instantly, dissolving like mist under sunlight. His eyes rolled back, his limbs went limp, and he crashed into the arena floor.

Dust exploded upward.

Silence.

King Zul lay motionless.

Unconscious.

The introducer’s mouth trembled.

"Impossible..."

"No—no—this is impossible!"

His voice cracked as panic took hold.

"King Zul... lost?!"

The arena erupted.

Shock spread through the elves like wildfire.

"How is this possible?!"

"How can the king lose to a human?!"

"No—no—no—this can’t be real!"

The chants turned chaotic, overlapping voices filled with fear rather than pride.

"We thought we had evolved!"

"But a human defeated the king... and the prince!"

"And he didn’t even use a single skill!"

"That’s the worst part!"

"He didn’t even try!"

Panic deepened.

"If we fought him together, we’d still lose!"

"All of us—every citizen—would lose!"

Some elves clutched their heads.

"What happens now?"

"Is he going to take over the kingdom?"

"A human ruler... that would be unbearable!"

Fear turned into dread.

"What if humans come back for revenge?"

"We enslaved them... thousands of years ago..."

"Two hundred years..."

"Two hundred years ago—when humans ruled..."

"This is bad."

"This is really, really bad."

The noise grew unbearable.

Then—

A single voice cut through everything.

"Silence."

Nolan stood straight.

The air itself seemed to obey.

Every elf froze.

Not a whisper remained.

Nolan looked around the arena slowly, his gaze calm, unwavering.

"So," he said evenly,

"do you think I want to be king?"

No one answered.

"Do you think I want to take over this land?"

"Replace your ruler?"

He shook his head.

"No."

"I came here in peace."

He turned slightly, gesturing toward Linda.

"With the princess."

"She is the symbol."

Then toward Damien and the others.

"My companions are symbols as well."

"Symbols that I want peace."

His eyes hardened—not with anger, but certainty.

"You were the ones who initiated violence."

"You were the ones who demanded blood."

"I responded—not with hatred—"

"But with strength."

A pause.

"I hold no grudges."

"I only wanted to show you the truth."

He raised his head slightly.

"That humans are not weak."

"And that peace does not come from arrogance."

His voice softened—just slightly.

"I want peace between humans and elves."

"True peace."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Is he serious...?"

"Could that be true...?"

Linda, Celia, Lyra, and Damian leapt down from the stands.

They landed beside Nolan without hesitation.

"Master!" Damian said, eyes wide with excitement.

"You didn’t even use your power!"

Lyra crossed her arms and scoffed.

"Use his power?"

"For someone that weak?"

She shook her head slowly.

"You can’t be serious."

The elves stared in silence.

Not just at Nolan—

But at the ones standing beside him.

Fear, awe, and uncertainty twisted together in their hearts.

For the first time in centuries, the elves understood something they never wanted to admit.

Linda stepped forward slowly.

Her boots echoed softly against the stone as she stopped beside her father’s stretcher.

For a moment, she only looked at him.

King Zul was unconscious, his chest rising faintly beneath layers of bandages.

Nolan watched her quietly.

"Don’t worry," he said calmly.

"It’s alright."

Linda nodded, her fingers tightening slightly before she stepped back.

Two elven guards approached and carefully lifted King Zul, carrying him away from the arena.

The crowd remained frozen. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Then—

"W–Winner!" the introducer shouted, his voice trembling.

"The victor is... the human... Nolan!"

Silence.

No cheers.

No applause.

Only disbelief.

A knight finally stepped forward and bowed stiffly.

"Please... follow us. Our king will speak with you once he awakens."

Nolan nodded.

They followed.

This time, they were given separate rooms within the inner castle.

Nolan sealed his room the moment he entered.

A faint barrier shimmered into place—silent, invisible.

He made sure Celia and Linda were protected.

Lyra and Damian, he didn’t worry about.

Both were monsters in their true forms.

Nolan lay back and let sleep take him.

—

Five hours later—

BANG! BANG!

Nolan’s eyes opened instantly.

He rose and unlocked the door.

Celia stood nearby, rubbing her eyes, while an elven knight bowed awkwardly.

"My apologies," the knight said.

"I tried calling earlier, but there was no answer."

"What is it?" Nolan asked calmly.

"Our king has awakened. Your companions will arrive shortly."

As if on cue, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Linda.

Celia.

Damian.

Lyra.

They converged naturally around Nolan.

"Master," Linda said softly.

"It seems... my father is awake."

"Indeed," Nolan replied.

"Please follow me," the knight said.

They walked through winding halls until they reached a massive door carved from ancient wood, glowing faintly with green runes.

The knight entered alone.

"Should I bring them in?" his voice echoed.

"Yes," came a hoarse reply.

The doors opened.

Inside, King Zul sat upright on a grand bed, his torso wrapped in bandages. His long white hair fell over his shoulders, his beard streaked with silver.

Despite his injuries, his eyes were sharp.

He looked straight at Nolan.

"Tell me, human," King Zul said.

"How did you defeat me?"

The room felt heavy.

"Was it some hidden technique? A trick? Something you held back?"

Nolan met his gaze evenly.

"No," he said.

"I was simply stronger."

A glass cup sat on a nearby table.

Nolan picked it up—

CRACK.

The cup shattered in his hand.

An elven maid gasped.

"My king—!"

King Zul raised a hand to stop her.

"...I see," he muttered.

He exhaled slowly.

"So you truly weren’t going all out."

"No," Nolan said.

"I didn’t use a single skill."

King Zul closed his eyes for a moment.

Then he laughed bitterly.

"Even in my prime... I wouldn’t have beaten you."

He opened his eyes again, staring at Nolan with something new.

Not hatred.

Not pride.

Acceptance.

"That... is shameful," King Zul said quietly.

The room remained silent.

For the first time in centuries—

An elven king acknowledged defeat.