I Became the Youngest Prince in the Novel

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"Kiaaaaaak!"

The monstrous Chimera wildly swung its four arms.

But.

The Chimera couldn't touch its prey and was set aflame by intense heat.

"Looks like it's almost over."

Ragut, from Egrasia's First Division who had reduced the Chimera to ashes with his magic, made this comment while surveying the scene.

The fight between Egrasia, the basement wizards of the enemy's castle, and the Chimeras was still on.

However, the gap in power was evident, and the enemy forces inside the castle were rapidly shrinking.

"I can't believe the Third Prince teamed up with dark wizards."

Ragut said, gazing at the nearly ruined underground facility.

Finding a human experiment lab underground was shocking enough, but what was more shocking was the potent, sickening magic energy filling the underground.

Regardless of royal status, no one could avoid the fallout of such actions.

Suddenly.

"Hmm?"

Had he wandered here naturally during the battle?

He spotted something odd deep underground.

A massive iron gate at the end of a long, straight hallway that ran underground.

An unusually large gate, twice the size of others and etched with weird characters, gave off a strange aura.

"What's behind this?"

With that thought, Ragut instinctively walked toward the iron gate.

Something important must be behind that door, located in the hidden depths of the castle's underground.

"Kreeeak!"

After incinerating all enemies in his path, Ragut reached the gate, forcefully pushed it open without a second thought, and stepped in.

Suddenly, he found himself surrounded by complete darkness.

"What is...!"

At that moment, Ragut noticed something and his eyes widened in surprise.

Magic energy.

The room was filled with an enormous amount of magic energy, unlike anything he had felt underground so far. It was so overpowering that he could hardly breathe.

"This isn't good."

Alongside his comment, an eerily cheerful voice echoed in Ragut's ears.

Then, his shocked eyes turned to the source of the voice.

Suddenly, Ragut exploded.

Pieces of him and blood flew in all directions.

From the room's darkness, now slowly turning a deep red, a man slowly stepped forward.

A man in a dark navy suit, with eyes resembling a snake.

It was Diral, a demon.

"I didn't see this coming."

A grimace spread across his face.

Honestly, the present situation surpassed his predictions.

Their rival's castle was deserted just for one night due to a heatwave.

He thought they might seize this chance, but he didn't foresee such a massive assault.

'Who made this call?'

Whoever designed this plan must have sharp instincts, deep strategic thinking, and a daring boldness like a wild animal.

As he pondered the possible candidates, Diral took a peek outside through the slightly opened iron gate.

"What to do...."

His eyes mirrored his predicament.

The presence of the Elemental Corps, butchering the allied wizards and Chimeras outside linked with the Third Prince, wasn't an issue at all.

Because if Diral himself stepped in, everything could be wrapped up quickly.

However, the problem was he couldn't do that.

If he came forward and revealed himself, this underground lab would be seen as a product of demons, not dark wizards, from that moment.

The difference was substantial.

If mishandled, it could even mess up the grand scheme.

"It's a shame, but there's no other choice."

Deciding quickly to abandon the experiments in the enemy's castle, Diral started to vanish and soon glided through the battlefield in the basement.

Despite crossing through the hallway in the heart of a brutal battle, none of the wizards from Enoch's side or the elementalists from Egrasia noticed him.

Only the leader of the First Division, Lloyd, briefly wrinkled his brow due to a momentary feeling of unease.

In a blink, Diral, having escaped from underground, went past the shattered main gate of the enemy castle and stared at the top floor where Enoch was.

'I'll reconnect with the Third Prince once things settle down. That is, if he survives.'

With that thought, Diral's form blended into the night's shadows and began moving away from the enemy castle.

Whether he had a set destination or not, his figure boldly moved ahead.

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Crash!

Zion repeatedly slammed Kizanya's head into the ground.

"Kizanya!"

Only then did Adum, realizing what was happening, launch his massive fist towards Zion, standing right next to him.

The fist, carrying such intense force it warped the surrounding air, shot towards Zion.

Normally, Zion would dodge that fist and look for an opening, but he didn't do that this time.

While still gripping Kizanya's head with one hand, Zion extended his other hand towards Adum's incoming fist.

The moment their fists clashed.

An enormous shockwave burst from the point of impact, rapidly radiating out and starting to devastate everything in its path.

Accompanying it was a piercing scream.

"Aaaaaah!"

The source of the outcry was Adum.

His fist, once it made contact with Zion's, was utterly destroyed, unrecognizable.

His eyes, wide with disbelief and shock, seemed more affected by the situation than the pain coursing through him.

With a stoic gaze, Zion tightened his grip on Kizanya's face.

Black flames erupted simultaneously, engulfing her entire face.

"Aaaaah!"

As if her skin was seared, Kizanya, trapped in Zion's hand, flailed and shrieked.

Annoyed by her screams, Zion slightly furrowed his brows and plunged his other hand into her chest.

Disregarding multiple layers of defensive magic that Kizanya desperately cast, Zion's hand impaled her heart in a blink.

"Cough!"

Kizanya's screams stopped abruptly, her body going limp.

Nonchalantly tossing her aside, Zion redirected his attention to Adum.

"You monster!"

Was it only then that he recovered from his shock?

With a booming shout, Adum, fixing his gaze on Zion, began gathering all his remaining magic energy.

Thud!

His muscles started to bulge noticeably in response.

Adum was in disbelief.

Unlike other demons, he had invested everything in his iron-like physique and brute strength.

He simply couldn't reconcile being overpowered in a contest of might.

"I'll obliterate you!"

As he transformed into an almost 3-meter-tall figure, Adum barreled towards Zion like a war machine.

The ground fractured under his weight.

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

Watching Adum charging, Zion tightened his fist.

The darkness cloaking Zion seemed to respond, burning more menacingly.

An armor that immaculately shields the wearer from all external forces while amplifying physical capabilities.

Because of that, there was no reason for Zion, in his current form, to evade the assault.

Zion's fist, lightly thrust forward.

The moment it met Adum's shoulder, finally within reach.

A shockwave so tremendous it reverberated through the entire 6th floor of the Crimson Palace erupted, and Adum's torso shattered as if made of glass.

Instantly thereafter, Adum's lower half collapsed.

'It should be fine since I destroyed the transfer core entirely.'

Once Zion confirmed that the important signs emanating from Adum had entirely vanished, he turned towards Kizanya, collapsed in a corner.

Despite the severe burns on her head and a pierced heart, she clung to life.

"H-How...”

As Zion approached unhurriedly, she managed to whisper in a voice filled with despair.

Kizanya couldn't understand the situation.

Prince Zion's power, as she understood, was significantly inferior to theirs.

But the reality was that they were outmatched.

Where had they been misled from the start?

"You cling to life as stubbornly as a cockroach."

Reaching Kizanya, Zion, with no intention of responding to her question, quietly murmured and, unflinchingly, crushed her head.

The bodies of the two demons gradually turned to ash and scattered.

Zion watched the scene for a moment, turned, and began his ascent once more.

Although time was pressing, Zion wasn't in a hurry.

No, there was no need to rush anymore.

A formidable power emanated from the upper floor.

Zion was on the 6th floor, and the Crimson Palace only extended to the 7th.

The 7th floor was precisely where the Third Prince Enoch resided.

Hence, this power could only belong to Enoch.

'He's making a bold proclamation.'

Feeling the overwhelming power, as if declaring he wouldn't run or hide, Zion chuckled and began to move slowly towards its source.

That source was Enoch's library, located on the 7th floor.

Unhesitatingly, Zion, upon reaching the library, pushed the door open.

Shortly after, Enoch, seated on an antique chair in the middle of the library, came into Zion's view.

Contrary to expectations, Enoch's expression was serene.

"So it was you, Zion?"

The third prince's dry voice filled the room.

"Who else could it be?"

"...Indeed. It would have been advantageous to know that from the start."

Enoch, having observed Zion for a moment, allowed a bitter smile to cross his face and began to speak.

"Initially, I regarded you as nothing more than a gnat."

An irritation that posed no real threat if left alone, but could become bothersome if ignored.

That's why he had dispatched assassins to eliminate Zion, and manipulated the succession ceremony.

"But at some point, my perceptions about you began to falter."

When precisely had that happened?

"Nevertheless, I didn't care. I assumed you got lucky at the succession ceremony, believed Evelyn had aided with the welcome troops, and dismissed my judgement on Lergan as a miscalculation. But... now, I see clearly."

Enoch only came to this realization when Zion, leading Egrasia, stormed through the main gates of the Crimson Palace, a palace he himself had emptied.

"I was dancing in the palm of your hand."

Rising from his chair, Enoch's eyes glowed with a grim light.

"I surrender to your prowess, Zion."

Simultaneously, four stars within his pupils began to radiate a pristine white light.

"And here, I will harness all my power to eliminate you."

The overpowering aura of celestial energy erupting from him began to pervade the surrounding space, melding with Enoch's uniquely dense magical power.

Objects around them turned to dust and the Crimson Palace shook merely from Enoch unveiling his true power.

In the eye of the storm, Zion regarded Enoch with icy eyes.

"Then I shall do the same."

At that moment, a soft voice emerged from Zion.

Zion gripped the Extinction Sword Eclaxia in his right hand.

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