novelraw Chapter 222: Twenty Years Passed, Veilborn Attack
Chapter 222: Twenty Years Passed, Veilborn Attack
Meanwhile Sharky was still in soul form, when the system voice appeared.
!!!You have died, the task failed. Penalty - 100000!!!
And soon from his 1094000 points, it became 994000 points.
But the system message didn’t end here.
!!!You have your promise left, forcefully creating an identity for. Points spend - 250000!!!
His points from 994000, have decreased, to 744000.
!!!Till the system will create the identity, simulation has paused, points used 44000!!!
Now he has only 700,000 points left.
"Well whatever," Sharky murmured, and then he opened his eyes.
Soon, the simulation pod created by Ultivalortrix has disappeared, and he found himself on an unfamiliar bed, sunlight warming his face.
Three faces swam into focus: Sophia, Rosie, and Elira – his wives, but... older? Beside them stood a young man, maybe 18, radiating a familiar energy.
"Sharky? Can you hear us?" Elira’s voice, softer than he remembered, broke through his daze. Her hand touched his, warm and real.
"What happened?" Sharky asked, looking at them.
"Did you know how much time has passed, till you’re sleeping," Elira asked him.
"Yes, one day," Sharky replied, since he has two experiences of the simulation world. He knew how much time he spent in real life.
Sophia’s eyes held tears. "Sharky... it’s been twenty years."
Rosie nodded, her voice thick. "You went into that simulation game in 1963. It’s 1983 now."
Sophia and Rosie didn’t reply to him. While Elira came and sat beside him.
’Twenty years.’ The realization hit him like a physical blow. His last simulation lasted one day, but this simulation lasted decades.
How did this happen? Now he doesn’t even know what changes this Ultivalortrix has gone through.
He stared at the young man.
"And this," Elira said gently, guiding the youth forward, "is your son. Ethan Valor."
"Dad?" Ethan’s voice was tentative, filled with the awe of seeing a legend wake. "Good morning."
He didn’t know what his dad was going through, except for knowing his dad was alive.
Today, just like a daily routine, he comes to see his dad, before going outside. And noticed, his dad woke up, so he quickly called his moms.
Sharky managed a nod. "Ethan." The connection felt distant, a biological fact rather than a lived bond. This young man was his blood, yet a stranger.
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Over the next few days, Sharky learned about the world he’d slept through. The conversations were deep, filled with relief, love, and the weight of lost time.
He learned of Ethan’s powerful heritage – his own strength combined with Elira’s diamond resilience – and the rigorous training Elira had put him through to master it.
Sharky felt restless. He needed to see this new world. "Rosie, Sophia, let’s go exploring," he announced one morning.
"Okay, hubby!" they chimed, appearing instantly.
Elira and Ethan couldn’t join yet – Ethan was mastering the final stages of his power control. "We’ll travel together soon," Elira promised. "But for now, go. See what you’ve missed."
Stepping outside was like entering a future city. Towering crystal-steel buildings pierced the sky. Hover-cars glided silently on shimmering energy roads. People wore sleek, unfamiliar fashions. Kingdoms had fallen, replaced by councils and advanced technology. But the peace was hard-won.
His wives filled him in on the dark years of Aetherion, border wars escalating until nuclear missiles flew.
If the heroes of Aetherion had not stepped forward, the world would have been nearly destroyed.
These heroes were later given the titles of Queen and King.
It all began when the first missile was launched from the coast of Garnathi toward Surganev, in the Nordrava Continent.
Just as the missile soared into the sky and was about to hit its target...
The massive ocean of Surganev split apart, and from it, a man rose.
He lifted his hands toward the missile.
With a single motion, a huge whirlpool rose from the ocean, surrounding the missile in a giant globe of water.
The missile exploded inside the whirlpool, but the flames and radiation were smothered instantly.
People started calling him the Water King, and for the second time, the world saw someone with power almost equal to the Tornado King.
But this was only the beginning of these powerful people showing themselves.
The next one appeared just a few months after the Nordrava event.
In a small war between two countries of Flarehdaan, Hindigo launched a nuclear missile toward Zafraad.
But before it could land, just like before, a girl appeared in the sky over Zafraad.
A burning aura surrounded her, and her hair looked like flames of fire.
From her hands, an inferno was released, and it was so intense that it created a second sun in the sky.
Her fire met the warhead in mid-air, vaporizing it before it could fall.
With a wave of her hand, she launched a firestorm that melted the enemy’s launch site.
People gave her the title of Fire Queen.
After this, Aetherion began to witness the rise of many King-Level Powerhouses.
Even though the nuclear missiles were destroyed before they could hurt the people, the radiation they released started to gather—and it became another disaster.
But just in time, a man from Elarthia stepped in.
He knelt down on the ground and placed his hand upon the earth.
Suddenly, huge cracks opened all over the world, pulling the radiation inside and sealing it in stone coffins deep underground.
He became known as the World Saviour: Earth King.
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At the same time, before the people of Dravaris could even celebrate their peace and happiness, the sky suddenly turned red.
Before anyone could understand what was happening, the buildings began to shake.
And then—they crumbled.
As the dust settled, a man walked through the ruins. He was once known as the protector of Dravaris, the respected Principal of Ironheart Academy.
Now, the world feared him as the Magnetar King—Marcus Vale.
Behind him stood his powerful followers—the feared Veilborn.
Floating in the air without any support was Vekta, silent and dangerous.
Next came a red-skinned man with devil-like horns and a sharp arrow-shaped tail—Grak the Red.
A stunning woman followed. With glowing white hair and a mysterious smile, she could only be Drayla, the master of illusions.
Then came a woman in the air, her wings blazing with fire—Karen, a fiery force in battle.
And last, sitting calmly in a floating yoga pose, was Magnal, his body glowing with energy, ready to unleash destruction.
Soon, the Veilborn split up and began attacking the streets of Druven, Halros, and Meridan—three of the biggest cities in Dravaris.
Vekta and Grak the Red headed toward Druven.
Drayla and Karen moved toward Halros.
Magnal followed behind Marcus toward Meridan.
As Marcus walked, he calmly waved his hand—and with every step, a building collapsed behind him.
The metal from broken structures floated into the air, twisting into bridges for them to cross.
Magnal didn’t need to do anything at first. He just walked behind Marcus.
When the army tried to stop them, Magnal absorbed their attacks. His body glowed red, then he released massive shockwaves that destroyed walls and shook homes apart.
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In Druven, Grak the Red teleported Vekta from one building to another.
Vekta used invisible force to crush defense towers. Roads split open, and buildings cracked straight down the middle.
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In Halros, Drayla’s illusions turned the streets into chaos.
Soldiers saw fake enemies, fake fires, and heard fake screams. Confused and terrified, many of them started attacking each other.
Above them, Karen flew through the air with her flaming wings.
Fire rained from the sky. Streets melted, and firestorms chased people through alleyways.
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After nearly destroying Meridan City, Marcus Vale arrived at Elvinar, the capital city of Dravaris. His goal: to destroy the government and take over completely.
He walked confidently through the ruined streets, dust still rising from collapsed towers.
Soon, he stood in front of the White Citadel, Dravaris’s main government building—its symbol of order and peace.
Armed guards stepped forward, their weapons raised.
"Halt!" one of the guards shouted. "This is restricted ground! Step away!"
"You’re not welcome here!" another yelled. "We’ll use force if we have to!"
Marcus looked at them with boredom in his eyes.
"You puny humans... so brave to stop me," he muttered, almost amused.
Then, without another word, he turned to Magnal, who stood beside him, glowing red with built-up energy.
"Clear the path," Marcus ordered.
"Okay, boss." Magnal grinned.
He raised his hands—and was just about to unleash destruction—
When suddenly, a powerful wave of cold swept through the air.
The burning streets hissed as ice cracked through the stone, freezing the road. The smoke blew away, pushed by icy winds.
Footsteps echoed.
And from the mist of frost, figures appeared.
Before Marcus could see their faces, a firm voice rang out:
"You taught us to protect people."
"Not to take over."
Standing at the front was Cyran Kade, cloaked in shadow. His sharp silver eyes glared at his old mentor.
Marcus turned to him, unimpressed.
"Protection is just another kind of control," he said. "I’ve simply stopped pretending."
Flames lit the air as Sana Pyre stepped forward, her hands already burning bright.
"I respected you once," she said. "Now I want to see you fall."
On her left, Nyra Frost emerged from the ice, calm and cold, her presence bringing a chill.
Before she said anything.
"Guys, we need to save Druven and Halros first!" a voice called out—sharp, quick, and full of energy.
In the blink of an eye, Rex Hollow appeared in front of the group, wind rushing around him. "I’ll take the fast lane. Let’s move!"
Cyran Kade stepped up quietly beside him, his voice calm as ever. "I’ll handle the shadows."
Rex nodded. "Cyran and I will stop Grak the Red and Vekta."
Sana Pyre cracked her knuckles, flames already dancing along her fingers. "Looks like it’s showtime."
Nyra Frost moved beside her, the air around her chilling instantly. "We’ll take care of Drayla and Karen."
Then, a strong and grounded voice came from behind.
"Leave the rest to me," said Damon Vale, stepping forward.
He looked straight ahead at the battlefield—calm, but his eyes burning with emotion.
After a pause, he added, "After all... he’s my father. And we’ve got some family things to settle."
The others nodded silently, splitting off in different directions.
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On a broken rooftop, Grak the Red appeared in a flash of red light, ready to strike.
But before he could even move—
BAM!
A blur hit him hard.
Rex Hollow stood above him with a big grin. "You like jumping through space? I like punching it."
Grak tried to teleport again, but Rex was already moving—faster than sound, faster than thought.
Grak popped out from a space rift, arm raised to attack—
But Rex zipped past him, a gust of wind cracking like thunder. "Yo, Red Horns! You’re too slow for your own tricks!"
Each time Grak teleported, Rex was there waiting.
Hit after hit, slam after slam—Rex didn’t give him a second to breathe.
Grak blinked, confused.
Then—WHAM!
Rex grabbed his collar and slammed him into the ground.
Grak tried to teleport again, this time to get away...
But Rex was already at the new spot, arms crossed, waiting.
"You forgot something," Rex smirked. "Your ego."
Another punch. Another crash.
Grak flew across the plaza like a rock skipping over water.
"Try vanishing through that!" Rex shouted, sending him flying through a brick wall.