Author's Note: This chapter contains information crucial for future arcs. I apologize if it becomes a bit dense, but I promise it will be vital for all upcoming storylines.
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The Amethyst King, a figure of staggering, arrogant beauty, leaned back against the phantom throne.
"After I built it, I sent it to roam the universe, searching for a descendant," the Amethyst King said. His voice was a baritone rumble, a sound that should have been silenced by millennia, yet felt vibrantly alive in the temporal sanctuary. "But I knew many would be hunting me, scouring the cosmos for my treasures. Perhaps it seems impossible to you, but I had too many enemies across the entire universe. Maybe it's because I'm too handsome, or maybe it's because I screwed their wives, mothers, grandmothers, daughters... details, details."
