Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 129: The Monster You Created (1)

Chapter 129: The Monster You Created (1)

For the citizens of the Earth Continent, the last few days had felt like a descent into the abyss.

After the beast tide overwhelmed cities and clans alike, Thutmose, now the highest-ranking royal left alive, had issued a continent-wide evacuation order. All civilians whose cities had been destroyed had to be moved to the nearest one.

No one truly knew what had happened. The craters, the vanished warriors, the scorched lightning-blackened soil—none of it made sense.

But after several hours of silence and speculation, mana-powered transport ships arrived to evacuate the survivors from the destroyed cities. With no homes left to return to, they were relocated to the few cities still standing—crowded but intact. The process took two days, filled with silent stares, unspoken grief, and rising suspicion.

Something felt wrong.

Too clean. Too sudden. Too final.

And then it came.

A message broadcast to every major network worldwide carried the Earth Clan’s seal of authority. It began with somber music, then a still image of Sovereign Khepri Geb, cloaked in gold, faded in and out.

Then, a calm voice began to speak:

Official Broadcast from the Earth Clan

"With great sorrow and a heavy heart, the Earth Clan announces the passing of our Sovereign, Khepri Geb, who perished in battle after confronting the source of the recent beast tide—a Legend-rank entity known as the Thunder Wolf.

In an act of unmatched bravery, Sovereign Khepri engaged the creature directly and successfully slew it. However, the injuries sustained in that battle proved fatal.

Before his passing, the Patriarch personally led a counteroffensive that decimated the beast population at its core. Over 70% of the invading forces were annihilated, including nearly all Emperor- and Empress-rank beasts that threatened the Earth Continent.

As a result, our continent now stands as one of the safest remaining places on Earth, with only isolated King- and Queen-rank beasts still active.

We take this moment to apologize to the people for the losses endured during this dark Chapter. Know that the Patriarch gave everything—not only to fight the tide but also to confront the root of the crisis himself.

May his sacrifice not be in vain.

May his legacy endure."

The world stood still.

Across every continent, civilians struggled to process the announcement. A Sovereign had died—a ruler with a divine bloodline and near-limitless authority. It was a moment that should have united the world in grief, but most of the people on other continents were delighted by the news.

And yet, in the Earth Continent, the reaction was far more complex.

For those who had walked among the ruins...

Those who had stepped into cities turned to ash...

Who saw no beasts, no bodies, no trace of a fight...

It wasn’t just grief they felt.

It was uneasy.

The words were elegant. The message was perfect.

But something about it didn’t sit right.

Everyone knew the cost had been higher than the Earth Clan admitted.

Everyone knew the story wasn’t over.

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It had only been a few days since Thutmose returned to the Earth Estate, and now, he was on his way to a meeting that could determine the clan’s future. Hope or doom—the outcome of this gathering would decide which one took root.

His Shwt followed in silence, her steps steady behind him. In his short time, Thutmose had taken full control of the clan’s administration. He balanced governance with vigilance, keeping his eyes on the hungry tigers circling the fractured power structure.

The storm began moments after he arrived from the battle between Alex and Khepri.

When he stood before the estate’s remaining core that was present, and uttered the words—

"Khepri is dead. The rest of the family and the elders... gone."

—They thought him mad.

How could Khepri, the unshakable Patriarch, be dead?

How could an entire royal branch and the elders vanish without a trace?

But then, without a flicker of hesitation, Thutmose began pulling body after body from his space ring. One by one. Familiar faces. Important names. Noble blood. Lifeless.

Silence fell.

Even the most defiant members could no longer speak. Their doubts turned to dread, and that dread turned to fear.

Because if Khepri had fallen... who could stop the Tigress?

Even before the question was fully formed, many had already connected the dots—That the Patriarch’s death was caused by the enormous tigress.

The absence of the beast.

And the undeniable fact that Nyxara had walked away alive.

Fear swelled, but Thutmose’s voice cut through the growing panic with terrifying calm.

"They won’t attack. Not yet."

A Grandmaster, seated across from him in the meeting room, stood with visible tension etched across his face.

"And why should we believe that? Do you have any proof?"

Thutmose’s eyes met his without blinking.

"Let’s just say they already got what they came for."

He gave no further explanation. He didn’t need to. His words carried the same iron weight his father once wielded—but now, sharpened into cold, surgical resolve.

That resolve was about to be tested.

Because humans are greedy.

And where power retreats, ambition charges in.

With the core leadership decimated, the vultures began circling. Whispers drifted like smoke through corridors. Secret meetings were held. Some even began sketching new hierarchies—drafting plans to divide Khepri’s legacy like spoils of war.

But Thutmose had returned to rule, not negotiate.

Before any of them could act, he struck first.

The same day the deaths were officially announced within the estate, a young Grandmaster, nearly Thutmose’s age and one of the most vocal dissenters, publicly challenged him to traditional combat.

A test of leadership, strength, and legitimacy.

It ended in slaughter.

Thutmose didn’t just win—he shattered the man.

He crushed his domain mid-air, dismantled his confidence with ruthless efficiency, and ended the fight with a single, precise blow, beheading him before the gathered court.

The courtyard stood frozen.

Thutmose, blood dripping from his blade, turned slowly to face the others. His voice wasn’t needed. The look in his eyes was enough.

"If you think I’m weak because my father is dead... step forward and prove it."

No one moved.

Because even though a void had opened in the clan’s leadership, one truth became clear:

The Earth Clan’s power hadn’t vanished—it had simply changed hands.

And just like that, Thutmose became ruler—not by blood, but by domination.

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Now, in the present—

Thutmose walked steadily through the silent corridors of the Earth Estate, the weight of command pressed into each step. His Shwt trailed him like shadows, ever alert, ever silent.

He approached the grand chamber—the one that once belonged to his father. The door loomed before him, tall and imposing, carved with runes that radiated faint mana pulses. In front of the door were two beings.

They still stood there, the two Grandmasters, he met whenever he was summoned guard, unmoving. Their expressions were blank, but their eyes quietly watched.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

Thutmose paused for a breath, staring at the door that once opened only for Khepri Geb. The memory stirred something deep in his chest, but he buried it.

He exhaled slowly. Then, without ceremony, he pressed his hand against the door and pushed it open.

And stepped inside.