When the Elf Queen attempted to bind me with a Master & Servant pact, I invoked Lucky Looter. Fate twisted again—the pact reversed. Instead of becoming her servant, she became mine.
The people gasped. Shock rippled through the Elf Realm. I raised my hand, calm but firm.
"From now on, I am King of the Elves. This crystal beside me proves my claim. If you doubt me, challenge me—I am only legend level."
I removed my mask, covering only my eyes with cloth. My aura surged, majestic and undeniable. None dared oppose me.
In secret, I checked my rewards. The mission had granted me Catastrophic Warrior, but Lucky Looter elevated it to Advanced Commander. A gift from Catastrophe itself appeared—a single minion, bound to me.
Then the next mission arrived early:
Mission: Save the Fairy Realm from an intruder who seeks to kill the Elf King. Form a Master & Servant pact with the future Elf Queen.
Time limit: Spring. No retries, even with space magic.
Meanwhile, shadows stirred. The messenger of the First Prince escaped the castle, twisting my speech to his advantage. My companions confronted him.
Carlin Vexy, the Cunning Witch, whispered, "I know him. He was once in your party. An enchanter."
It was Alovent.
He sneered. "You are bound by Dransart's pacts. He forces you. But I can free you. I hold Pact Picker, a skill that cancels any agreement—even promises. Come with me, and I will make you happy."
My companions attacked. Alovent fought back with terrifying resilience:
- Mighty Body Skill
- Undegradable Body Skill
- Ten Seconds Immortal Skill
He defeated them all—except the Vampire Majesty.
She stood tall. "Too bad. You should have killed me first. But now, you have no time to think. I am superior to you."
Her blood shimmered. She invoked Blood Squash, detonating Alovent's blood from within. He screamed, walls painted crimson, and died.
At the castle, I addressed the people. "Thank you for your obedience. I swear to protect this realm as your king."
The former Elf King passed away quietly in his chamber. Soldiers dug a grave, a cuboid of earth, and held a funeral.
That night, weary, I lay upon the king's bed. My companions and the Elf Queen gathered outside.
The Queen wept. "My father cared for me. My brothers mocked me because I was a girl. I will not join in cultivation tonight."
My companions explained the truth of Catastrophe, of pacts, of destiny. Then, with a mischievous smile, they launched a surprise attack—waking me with warmth and passion, turning the night into another step of dual cultivation.
Thus, Dransart rises as Elf King, his companions stronger, his enemies slain. The Fairy Realm mission looms, with spring as its deadline. The path to Catastrophic Hero continues, tangled in loyalty, betrayal, and fate.