Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

At night, Vansing entered Morgana's room, suppressing his fear.

"Huh? Van, what do you mean by holding the competition earlier—tomorrow?" Morgana, still disguised as Fiona, asked while scrutinizing his face.

Vansing calmly replied,

"Mother, that Heir is crossing the line. I want to take revenge as soon as possible for your sake. So, I decided to move the competition forward a little. I will kill him in battle. Why? Is there any problem, Mother?"

Morgana's face twitched in suppressed rage. The sheer audacity of this foolish Emperor—her pawn for so long—daring to interfere with her plans enraged her. She wanted to kill him on the spot.

But for the sake of their grand goal, she forced herself to remain composed.

Suppressing her anger, her expression softened, her previous fury vanishing as if it had never existed.

"No problem, my son. You're doing this for my sake, after all. Tomorrow, don't forget to kill him, okay?"

"Yes, Mother. Just watch... I.. will.. have... my revenge..."

The last part of his words came out as a low growl, sending an unexpected shiver down Morgana's spine. She quickly shook her head, dismissing it as mere imagination.

When Vansing left, Morgana pondered, "Looks like I have to bring the plan forward to tomorrow. But will they be able to come at such short notice? Damn... They should have been here for such an important moment." She fumed, shattering the mirror in frustration.

Meanwhile,

Aengus and Bella spent the night refining their Laws using the two hundred Law Stones gifted to them by the kings.

However, Supreme Law Stones were scarce—only a dozen or so—with Bella receiving the majority of Fire Law Stones, allowing her to synthesize them into her body.

Her progress was remarkable, pushing her Fire Law Mastery from 16% to 28% overnight.
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Aengus, on the other hand, saw an even greater leap—his Space Law had now reached 55.03% Mastery, moving him over halfway toward the peak.

As the night passed, several ancient figures arrived on Kievan Continent in secrecy. Their purpose remained unknown.

The Next Day – The Imperial Planet was in Uproar

By morning, chaos erupted across the entire planet—both in the Upper and Lower Planes.

All transportation hubs and Teleportation Circles, usually reserved for the wealthy, were overwhelmed by eager crowds. Most were young men and women, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"Hey, move quickly! The battle is today! I just got the news!" one person shouted while climbing onto a flying vehicle.

"Oh, right! I heard that too! The competition was suddenly moved forward! I'm heading there now—let's go together!" another replied, excitement in his voice.

"Me too! Let's hurry—I don't want to miss the battle between Emperors! This is going to be amazing!" a young girl said, her eyes gleaming with innocent anticipation.

"Excuse me! Can anyone take me to the Imperial Coliseum?" a boy waved his hand frantically at the bustling transportation platform.

Amidst the chaos, a middle-aged man furrowed his brows, glancing around in confusion.

"Huh? Where is everyone going? Wasn't the competition supposed to be tomorrow?" he muttered, perplexed by the sudden change.

"Yes, it was supposed to be. But it had been brought forward. Anyway, would you like to come with us? We are one person short."

"Ohhh, Of course. How could I miss this?"

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Grand Imperial Colosseum – A Stage Set for History

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz...

The air buzzed with anticipation inside the Grand Imperial Colosseum—a circular marvel of magical technology, capable of holding an astounding five billion spectators.

Even now, it was almost completely full, with more and more people flooding in to witness an event that would be etched into the annals of history.

With such an overwhelming crowd, chaos and conflicts were inevitable. To maintain order, Legions of Law Enforcers stood vigilant, dressed in red uniforms, gripping their weapons with precision.

Their sheer presence alone was enough to deter troublemakers—after all, their numbers exceeded hundreds of thousands.

At one side, high above the masses, the Imperial Seats were reserved for the Imperial Lineage and select powerful figures of the empire.

Nearby, the VIP Hall was filled with nobles, esteemed kings, and dignitaries from across the Polaris Domain, eager to witness the grand spectacle.

At the very center of the Imperial Seats, Retired Empress Fiona sat with an air of elegance.

Beside her, the Five Head Law Enforcers were seated, along with three unfamiliar elderly men, their presence an enigma to the spectators.

But something was oddly missing—

Myria and her two younger brothers were nowhere to be seen.

Morgana, still disguised as Fiona, was displeased by the absence of her "ugly spawns," though her face remained as kind and beautiful as ever.

However, deep within, a sinister grin curled on her lips.

Soon, very soon...

She would show all these people what true despair looked like.

Suppressing her excitement, Morgana turned her attention to the three unfamiliar elders, whose origins remained a mystery.

"Everything is ready, right, Drago, Sulman, Eshter? We don't want anyone escaping like last time with Emperor Dimitri, do we?" she asked cruelly.

The three elderly men nodded, their expressions calm.

"Don't worry, Morgana. This time, no one will be able to escape. Dimitri was a nuisance, that's all. But because of him, we had to wait so long for the skull. If only we had known earlier that the Emperor's Mark was the key, we could have succeeded long ago," replied the elder named Eshter, his tone sophisticated.

"But where are the others? They aren't here yet... Can we handle them by ourselves?" Drago, another elder, asked with a hint of concern.

"Haha... We don't need them. They only have five Nebula Dominators, while we have nine. They don't stand a chance," Sulma sneered.

"Hmph... Don't forget, we have the Imperial Forces under our control. The Law Enforcers will attack the rebel faction members with just a single command," Drago added confidently.

"Very well. I don't want any mishaps this time," Morgana affirmed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.