Thousand Nights Kingship: Forbidden Shadow

In the game’s lore, Jiaye had exceptional talent for [Divine Flash]—so much so that it was nearly infinite teleportation in her hands.
And [Silver Sanctuary]? Black knew it well.
It was a starter reward—one of Jiaye’s key early-game trump cards.

So this stalemate between two fighters with such a level gap?
It wasn’t that Loyre was weak or misusing Emperor-Tier power.

It was because Jiaye was just too broken!

Put anyone else up there—one slap, and they’d be paste on the wall.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Despite failing, Loyre didn’t back down.
In a blink, she thrust three more strikes.

Each strike was simple—no flashy light, no roaring sound.
Only faint starlight—and mountain-crushing sword qi.

A single hit could kill any class below Dragon-Tier.

But against Jiaye’s silver barrier?
Only ripples—like wind over water.

Repeated failure fueled Loyre’s rage.
She knew this noble girl was special—but so what?

The Avalon Token wasn’t just an artifact.
It was her family’s last heirloom—her father’s most treasured possession.
It wasn’t just about commanding an army.
It was about the von Braun family’s honor, their legacy.

As the last bloodline of von Braun—she refused to let it fall into enemy hands again.

“Thousand Nights’ Dominion · Shadow Prison!”

A roar erupted from Loyre.
At those eight words, both Jiaye and Black turned pale.

One—a novel reader.
The other—a game player.
They knew that name.

This wasn’t a normal Assassin skill.
It was a Divine Edict.

Yes—the ultimate technique of any class.

The Emperor-Tier Assassin’s Divine Edict: [Thousand Nights’ Dominion · Shadow Prison].
The pinnacle of all Assassin techniques.

Legend said that Grime, one of the Twelve Sages, used this very edict to slaughter over ten thousand dragons in one night—and crippled Ishthar, the Sand Dragon King.

Even if Loyre was a fake Emperor-Tier Assassin—once this edict activated, no one could stop her.

[Thousand Nights’ Dominion · Shadow Prison: Unleash a 1-kilometer dark domain. All light vanishes. Sound is silenced. Time slows by 1000%. The caster’s attack, defense, speed, crit rate, and dark-element damage increase by 1000% for 60 seconds.]

Black’s Omniscient Glasses displayed the full details.

He gulped.
If Loyre succeeded—the entire Hodir would be swallowed by the domain!

Then—no one could stop her.
She could slaughter everyone on board—effortlessly.
Even if Jiaye was the protagonist—Black doubted she could survive.

“This woman’s insane!”

Jiaye cursed.
She could tell Loyre’s Emperor-Tier power was artificial.
She didn’t believe she could actually activate the Divine Edict.
But still—a terrible feeling gripped her.

She wanted to flash away—but the edict had already locked onto her position.

She couldn’t move.
Only hope—Silver Sanctuary’s insane defense.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Blinding black light radiated from Loyre—shattering every object in the room!

The edict hadn’t even fully activated—yet its power was terrifying.

The shockwave reached Black in an instant.

He spat blood—then slammed into the wall—punching through it, flying into the next room!

Even the barrier blocking external senses shattered under his impact.

“Splash!”

Just as Black thought he’d die from the fall—he landed in a pool.

Warm water surrounded him—soothing his pain.

Hot water? Why is there hot water?

Groggy, he held his breath—about to surface—when he saw a silhouette at the pool’s edge.

Oh no.

This wasn’t a pool.
It was the bathroom next door.

And right now—Empress Elizabeth was bathing here.

F***
Black screamed internally.
Out of the frying pan—into the fire!

The massive disturbance had already woken Elizabeth.

Instantly, her expression turned icy.
The gentle aura from moments ago? Gone.
Now—she was the ruler of the empire.

Her presence exploded.

The calm bathwater erupted, waves crashing violently.

A pressure far stronger than Loyre’s swept across the Hodir.

The peak of an Emperor-Tier Starlight Swordsman.

One of the strongest humans alive.

Elizabeth’s perception spread—instantly grasping the situation.

During her meditation, three people had invaded her chamber.

One—in the bath. Male. Level 10. Insignificant as an ant.

Two—fighting in her bedroom. One, a Level 40 Sorceress. The other—an Emperor-Tier Assassin?!

Elizabeth’s brow furrowed.
How could there be an Emperor-Tier Assassin on the Hodir?

That was peak human power.
The few she knew were nowhere near the sea.
And none were female.

When did such a prodigy appear?

Her perception probed deeper—understanding:
This Assassin’s power was hollow—forced by external means.
Not true Emperor-Tier.
Peak Dragon-Tier at best.

Judging by her state—was she trying to activate a Divine Edict?

Against a mere Level 40 Sorceress?
Needing a top-tier Divine Edict?

Unbelievable—but irrelevant.
She didn’t care to understand them.

Her face cold, indifferent—her judgment simple.

Death.

She raised her hand—a white longsword flew into it.

The blade—slender, forged like ice—glowed with dark gold patterns.
Ancient runes etched along the spine—faint dragon roars echoing.

Calm, unhurried, she stepped toward Black’s location.

Naked—completely bare—unconcerned about being seen.
To her, a dying man wasn’t worth hiding from.

If he was already dead—why care about his gaze?

Black finally surfaced—gasping for air.
He knew the empress had found him.
No point holding his breath.
Better to plead, bargain, lie.

But when he looked at Elizabeth—his voice vanished.
His blood surged—racing to his head.