The Conquerors Path Chapter 969 - 967-Fuck You All Up!

The concept brought a slight chuckle to my lips. In truth, with but a single thought, I possess the power to reshape the very fabric of the world. However, such an act would demand a staggering price. Even the supreme Gods, particularly the Gods of creation, would move to obstruct me if I attempted to dominate everything with absolute might, as it would shatter the delicate balance of power meticulously maintained in this realm.

A flicker of resentment ignited within my chest. The entirety of the archery association is akin to family to me, especially given its significance to Eleanora. At this moment, I will permit absolutely nothing to tarnish its prestige or bring about its downfall. Regardless of who is orchestrating this assault, a cold, ruthless glint entered my eyes as I stepped out from the far side of the teleportation circle.

Standing with a tall posture, I exited the transit path and moved through a wide archway into a new area. Moments later, I emerged outside to find a carriage awaiting my arrival. The attendant offered a respectful bow, and I climbed inside without uttering a word. As the carriage began to roll, I sank into the plush cushions, closing my eyes to process the various strategies manifesting in my mind.

As these schemes took shape during the journey, my senses surged outward, encompassing a vast perimeter. My consciousness filtered through layers of subtle data, deciphering the information at hand and even identifying the hidden trump cards they intended to play against us.

A smirk touched my lips at that realization. As the carriage continued its approach toward the Archery tower’s district, I immediately detected a shift in the air. Tension saturated the atmosphere. I could sense groups of people gathered in various spots—reporters, journalists, and several prominent writers. A multitude of them were scurrying about the area.

I could see it all: the deployment of rare and costly recording artifacts, and the presence of formidable figures who clearly held no ties to the association. Everything they sought to conceal from me was being absorbed, analyzed, and integrated into my developing maneuvers. Once I had processed every detail, the final plan was locked into place.

I was now roughly fifteen minutes from my destination. With my strategy solidified, a dark, cruel smile spread across my face.

Fueled by these lethal thoughts, I did not waver. In an instant, I dispatched messages to the necessary individuals, detailing their specific roles. Within moments of receiving my instructions, they swung into motion, putting my requests into immediate action. I allowed myself to relax for the time being, letting the momentum carry me forward.

Minutes later, the carriage ground to a halt. A knock sounded from the exterior, prompting me to deactivate the soundproofing barriers. I spoke.

"What is it?"

"Young leader, it appears our path is being obstructed."

Hearing those words only caused my grin to widen. I opened the door and descended from the carriage. The coachman maintained a respectful gaze as he bowed and elaborated.

"They are refusing us entry."

My gaze shifted toward the two sentries standing before me. Both were at the peak of Origin level 10, radiating a dense aura that spoke of elite bloodlines. Their armor was of immeasurable value. With swords strapped to their waists and determined expressions, they stood firm, blocking the road entirely.

I scanned the surroundings and noticed various onlookers, many of whom were reporters also being kept at bay. This road led straight into the heart of the tower, yet they had the audacity to set up a blockade here—fully aware that my carriage belonged to the inner sanctum and possessed the absolute authority to pass.

I felt the collective gaze of the crowd lock onto me. The reporters looked particularly ravenous for a story, though they kept their distance for now, likely deterred by my visibly agitated demeanor. I sensed several clandestine recording devices being activated in the shadows.

"Why have you blocked my path?"

I questioned the guards in a composed tone, even as my eyes drifted to the three expensive flying ships hovering in the sky. They circled the tower like vultures, carrying powerful figures who looked down at me, while their spies waited for me to lose my temper and humiliate myself.

"I apologize, but we are under strict orders to deny entry to everyone; the entire archery association is currently undergoing a rigorous investigation."

The guard’s reply was articulate and polite. I walked forward slowly until I stood directly before the pair. My hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, a smile playing on my lips.

"I recognize that, I truly do. However, my question is: what fucking right do you have to stop me—the Young Master of this very association—on my own sovereign land?"

Though my voice was soft, the words caused the guard to flinch. The reporters began scribbling and recording frantically; I could practically feel their excitement at the unfolding drama.

"It is the law. The war council, acting as the protectors of the realm, maintains the right to seal associations during an official inquiry, particularly when facing such grave allegations."

"Oh? And what exactly are these accusations you are investigating?"

I asked with a grin, to which the guard responded bluntly.

"That is not for you to know."

"I see... I see..."

My smile grew broader as the atmosphere turned stiflingly heavy. Just as the spectators expected me to explode in rage, I simply took a step back, leaving everyone bewildered. After retreating a few more paces, I produced an incredibly rare and expensive communication orb. Channeling my mana into the device, the first piece of the puzzle I had moved earlier manifested before me. I projected a large image, ensuring it was visible to everyone present.

The moment the figure on the screen became clear, many felt their breath hitch and their hearts race with terror. The man I was speaking with was none other than my grandfather: the legendary general, Max Lionheart.

He sat in his chair, looking rugged and thoroughly incensed as he glared at the screen. My grandfather didn't need to utter a word before I spoke up.

"Grandpa, there are two soldiers here blocking my way and insulting me right in front of my own home, on my own lands..."

[Shameless, but I like your style.]

My grandfather’s expression contorted into something demonic as his gaze swept over the scene. The reporters and writers turned deathly pale, and for a fleeting second, I even felt the guards tremble as my grandfather spoke.

"Show me their faces. I will ensure everyone they have ever loved is executed and displayed before them before I grant them the most agonizing death in history."

At that proclamation, one guard’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head, while the other began to shake uncontrollably where he stood.

I smirked. Even I had been stunned when I first learned the truth. There is a reason why this one man wields such absolute authority over the military, acting as a formidable pillar that keeps even the war council in check to protect me.

"Yo-Young Master..."

The guard stammered, his face masked in pure terror. Ignoring him, I turned back to my grandfather.

"There’s no need for that just yet, Grandpa. I’m about to do something reckless and insane. I just wanted to warn you that things are going to get ugly—I wanted you to be the first to know in case of any fallout."

Grandpa looked at me, his gaze softening even as his eyes burned with an intense fire. A wide, bloodthirsty grin crossed his face as he replied.

"Go ahead. Do whatever you wish. I will hold the entire world down for you, and if the world dares to raise a hand against you, I will cut the world down."

His voice resonated with a power that vibrated through the air. The sheer will and presence of such a man exerted an overwhelming pressure on everyone else, yet to me, it felt like nothing but absolute love and protection. It made me smile.

"Um... that is exactly what I plan to do."

With that, I ended the transmission. My hand was steady, though I was barely restraining a murderous impulse; I had witnessed something earlier that had infuriated me. No... it had enraged me beyond measure.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a stone appeared in one hand, followed by another in the next. The moment they surfaced, I felt Celestinia’s shock, and every powerful observer instinctively recoiled. The raw power radiating from the stones made them choke for air.

"I am going to fuck you all up!"

With that roar, I crushed the stones!