Emperor's Champion Novels & Stories

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots. He squinted his cataract eyes, trying to take a look at me. And then, I looked at Dante who was standing only ten feet away from the Emperor. He was wearing simple black clothes, brown leather boots, and a vibrant blue cloak with a golden eagle sigil. I wondered why his sigil was different from others and why nobody was questioning him. Honestly, he looked better as emperor than the emperor himself. Oh, I judge people on the basis of appearance. Why is it wrong? He is supposed to be the emperor. Isn't it normal that I would have some expectations from him?

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Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

The Sincalion continues, “The second question, Your Majesty: Do you genuinely intend to honor your promise to elevate Liora to the position of Empress?” The Emperor appears baffled. "How did you know about that?" He questions. I bite my lip, I surely should have thought of that before writing down that question, he only talked about it with me. "Please answer the question, your majesty." The sincalion requests. The Emporer baffled look turns into an. amused smile for some reason. Maybe he's already figured out I'm the one who wrote the questions. "I am a man of my word, and the promise I made to Liora I will absolutely honor it.”

“What?” Dominic’s expression cracks for a second, a flicker of something ugly before smoothing back into charm. But his mood has shifted. Darker now. “Well,” he says, “I suppose you won’t be having a grand celebration like Caspian did.” “I don’t like crowds,” Zavier replies. “I know.” Dominic gives a thin smile. “Congratulations in advance.” He looks at me for a second before turning back to Zavier. “I assume I’ll be watching the ceremony through a livestream.”

Finally, Aranjo, who was the first to turn his face, must keep the grilled fish from becoming charred. After a while, the fish had matured. "Come here!" Aranjo exclaimed while waving her hand asking for a demon friend to approach her. The emperor slowly stood up from his seat and walked towards Aranjo. Then the Emperor swung his arms and there appeared a wooden chair with beautiful carvings. Aranjo stared in admiration, he was sure that the strength of his silent friend had reached a high level. The emperor sat on the chair and lifted one leg.

"Witness your New Emperor, wearing his crown, the new leader, ruler and father of the nation, the son of the heavens.. Emperor Jong Sunwoo." Empress Jong fasten the dragon crown on his head. The beads dangling in front of his face, and it was uncomfortable and heavy but Sunwoo manage to stand up and look at his constituents. "Hail to the Emperor!" Klhui shouted. "Hail!" "Hail" The ministers shouted as well. Emperor Sunwoo raise his hands to silence them. "I have a lot of things to do as the new Emperor," He look around and he saw Kana sitting on the corner, his head hang high and he has a proud smile, Kana smiled at The newly crowned Emperor.

"If an old senile like you could pique Firmament's jealousy, what makes you think I can't? What makes me inferior to you? It only took me three millennia to become an Immortal Emperor. Do you honestly believe you could've beaten my record?" "Old senile?!" Emperor Ao's eyes widened lividly with disbelief. With a face as fair as the whitest of precious jade, and a physique as lean and strong as stone, Emperor Ao had always prided himself in his features that had left many a hearts swooning. "How could I ever be described as 'Old senile'?! Are you blind, Chu Xun?!" he almost screamed out loud. "Where else could you find 'an old senile' as dashing as I am?" the monarch scoffed irately.

The Emperor vs Tarzan, the shocking fight broke the record for being the quickest fight to end. It ended in less than 2 minutes, as the Emperor dominated the whole fight from the beginning to the end, fitting the style of the Emperor he was. When armed with his spear, he was simply unstoppable. His aggressive fighting style was unique and unpredictable, he was frightening bulldozer in the arena. This shockingly fast fight increased the pressure that Kalen had to face for his final fight. To others, it would probably be a bad thing, but it only improved his zeal and will fight, train, and improve.