Novel & Cerita Daily Life Of An Immortal King

I think. "How is that possible?" I question. It's not like I expect Fran to know anything intimate about Marek, but being that she has seemingly lived in this small village her entire life, she would know about legends and rumours that run deep here. "I don't know, but apparently all the villagers who have grown up here say their parents and grandparents knew of him, that he's immortal," she exclaims, looking out into the forest as if he may emerge suddenly and kill her. "You best bet everyone is far to scared to get close to him to ask."

There's no immortality for the non-blessed humans, and the same is applied to the blessed. Then how did king Ma'la get immortality and become a God himself? 'Immortality,' in the sense that a person who is long-lived but his physical body has actually vanished long ago, and only his name and actions remain in people's memories (this is the only definition ardians have). While king Ma'la was searching for that person who has crossed his limits to tease Ard's king, he decided to do nothing but wait, so whoever is it, it will try the same thing again on him and when it'll come to him, he will definitely catch that thing.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. "A King is incomplete without his Queen." "Life is a game of chance, are you ready to play it?" * * ** PROLOGUE Present year (Azubu realm) There the King sat on his throne with a crown on his head, discussing with his subjects. His beasts were restless, rambling and stirring inside him. He was shifting on his seat, his beasts had never behaved like this in the past centuries. Then why now? He thought. "My King, we found a rogue on the border, should we bring it in?" one of the guards asked, trembling while bowing his head.

Since he was the almighty king. ''So you were living for three hundred years right?'' Cassius asked, both of them have many questions running through their minds, they didn't expect that they would meet someone like me. ''How is it like for living for that long? What about your brothers? Where they are?'' Magnus asked I gasped as they have lots of questions. I'm so sleepy too so I wanted a peaceful surrounding. ''This time will be my last response, being immortal is fun but it's kinda boring when you faced lots of problems, never-ending problems that wanted me to just die like a human, that they will have the peace after some trials they overcome,'' I said and sighed.

“I don’t understand, sir. No matter how far away the outskirts is, it’s still part of Country H. It doesn’t matter what kind of powerful forces are coming… “They wouldn’t dare ignore the law and do as they please, right?” Dutch said. “Normally speaking, you’re right…” Harvey said. “But throughout the country’s history, people have been chasing after one thing. “Since ancient times, every single king would fight for the first half of their lives just to rule forever. And to be immortal, they kept fighting for the latter half of their lives as well. “If kings are like this, what do you think of the powerful forces that are coming here? The bead’s all about everlasting life, after all.”

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

"Hey, do you know if my father heard from Romania yet?" "No. My father said that he hasn't heard from King Simion yet. He's says that he is one of the youngest to become King at the age of 16, so they're still wondering if he will want to come or not. There is a lot of talk about him not going anywhere cause of his mom being so sick." "So, I guess we will wait to here from there to find out."

The person on the throne waved his hand, “The two of you are important figures among immortals. I wouldn’t dare not wait for you.” “We are nothing compared to Your Majesty.” “You jest, Dragon King. Come, take a seat beside me and tell me about your adventures to our little kingdom.” My eyes widened, ‘Little kingdom? No one would think that this is a little kingdom.’

She clearly didn’t want to be here, but she, too, understood the gravity of the situation. The soft hum of inaudible murmurs hung in the hall, occasionally pierced by the groans of the elder impaled on the chandelier above. I tapped my fingers against the armrest, watching his agonized body writhe in pain. His cries for mercy had reduced to pitiful whimpers. This was the dark part of being an immortal. Being an immortal wasn’t always all about roses and daisies. One wrong decision, one misstep and an immortal’s life could turn into an eternal suffering.

she continued, and I couldn't help but feel slightly relieved by her words. "What about immortality?" I asked, and she gave me another smile. "We aren't immortal, but we do live much longer than humans. We grow like humans until we reach nineteen years old, and then our aging slows down. Those who appear to be in their early thirties may have lived three hundred years or so." I gulped, picturing Abdiel and realizing that he might have lived through more than several centuries. Then another thing occurred to me. "If there are royals… is there a king?"