SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The 33 nations of the realm were in a frenzy. Armies drilled tirelessly, generals devised strategies, and diplomats moved for alliances. The Trident Summit wasn't just a test of strength, it was a contest that would determine the resources shared between nations.

In the smaller nations, leaders pushed their soldiers to the brink, knowing that a strong performance in the Summit could secure vital resources. For the larger nations, it was a chance to assert dominance and secure a spot in the spirit world.

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There is only one day left for the trident summit. Finally, the news of Trident summit's first phase came out.

The royal family finally announced that the first phase of the Trident summit is going to happen at the ancient War Ground of the gods. They also instructed all the nations to gather their armies on the day of the trident summit.

Immediately, millions of spectators and gamblers began their travel towards the ancient war ground of the gods. Also, the small nations moved their armies towards the war ground for better placement in the war.

Armies marched, flying treasures soared, and a seemingly endless river of commoners, nobles, and merchants moved toward the legendary battlefield. The atmosphere is a blend of excitement, fear, and ambition. This was the moment they had all been waiting for.

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Frost Family Palace…

King Ragnar sat at the head of the dining table, his imposing figure a stark contrast to the tension etched on his face. Beside him, Kent sat calmly. Across from him sat Princess Lily.

"Kent, you've been quiet all morning. What's on your mind?" Lily asked with a hesitating look.

Kent didn't immediately respond, instead took a sip from his bowl. Finally, he set it down with a soft clink and turned to her. "Tomorrow is the day of war. I need you to lead the army of 20,000 supreme wizards if I'm... absent."

Lily's eyes widened in shock. "Absent? What do you mean? Where would you even go on such an important day?"

Kent smiled faintly. "I have certain preparations to make—things that cannot be delayed. I'll be there when it matters, but if for any reason I'm delayed, you take the role of leader."

"But I—" Lily tried to deny.

"You are stronger than you think," Kent interrupted firmly. "This isn't about wielding a sword or casting a spell. It's about staying calm and focused when others falter. That's what a leader does."

Lily bit her lip but nodded. "I'll do my best. But you'd better not miss this."

"I won't," Kent assured her, though his tone was heavy with the weight of unspoken plans.

After Lily left the dining hall, King Ragnar leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Kent. "What exactly are you planning, Kent? The enchanted spear is the key to our success in the first phase. Without it, the plans for the next two phases will be impossible."

"I know, Uncle, I'll secure that spear… Trust me, I've already planned everything out." Kent replied calmly without revealing the plan.

Ragnar sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "You're too bold for your own good. But I know better than to argue with you. I should trust you. Do what you must."

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The next morning, the Frost family's flying treasure, a grand vessel with a snow wolf carved into its prow, flew majestically through the skies. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire

Kent stood at the top, his expression unreadable as the wind whipped through his hair. Behind him, the 20,000 supreme wizards of the Frost family sat in disciplined silence, though their eyes betrayed their mix of excitement and anxiety.

A golden glint in the distance caught Kent's attention. A massive flying treasure adorned with the Stick family's flag—a golden stick against a crimson backdrop—approached.

The Stick family's 200,000 supreme wizards leaned over the edges, jeering and waving mockingly at the Frost family 20,000 soldiers.

Princess Sony Stick stood proudly at the top of her vessel, her striking beauty framed by the morning light. She locked eyes with Kent and offered him a sly smile, but he barely acknowledged her.

"Still ignoring me, Kent?" Sony murmured to herself, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She turned to her soldiers. "Save your energy for the battlefield. Let the Frost family embarrass themselves without our help."

As the Frost family's ship descended, Kent's gaze fell upon the millions of spectators gathered outside the sealed gates of the War Ground. The sheer size of the crowd was staggering—a sea of humanity stretching for miles. Flags from countless nations fluttered in the wind as armies assembled in perfect formation.

Princess Sony Stick stood before her army with her family flag. Scott Lin stood before the army of the Lin family.

When the Frost family's troops disembarked, Princess Lily took her place at the front, holding the family's golden flag adorned with the emblem of the snow wolf. Kent gave her a reassuring nod before slipping away into the crowd, his form disappearing like a shadow.

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The War Ground of the Gods was a place of myth and legend, its ancient gates sealed by an mythical barrier of runes that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Royal wizards, clad in ornate robes, chanted in unison as they prepared to break the seal, their voices rising and falling like waves.

The arrival of the royal family brought a hush over the crowd. Emperor Ryon, clad in his ceremonial armour, stood tall and commanding. Beside him were his sons, Prince Maxwell and Prince Philip. While Maxwell exuded confidence, Philip's face was shadowed by barely concealed rage.

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Hidden among the thick crowd of spectators, Kent moved like a shadow. His shadow cloak rendered him nearly invisible as he left away from crowd and approached the Great Wall encircling the War Ground.

The weakness he had identified during his last visit—a fissure in the ancient stone—was just ahead. Thankfully, the crowd all gathered near the gates.

"This has to work," Kent muttered under his breath.

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*Game On!