Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 52: The Missing Prince

The shock from the blast sent the island into another wave of devastation. The ripples of the explosion triggered a second tsunami, swallowing the ruins in seawater once more. Tremors shook the ground, and the sky darkened with the lingering smoke of destruction. The sheer force obliterated the camera drones, plunging the millions of spectators into pure darkness.

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Confusion reigned in the war room. The queen and the dukes exchanged wary glances, each suspecting the other of orchestrating the sudden attack. The silence was thick with unspoken accusations, their unease palpable.

"I need to ensure Patrix is safe," Warden Cohen declared, vanishing before anyone could respond.

"I’ll assist the others," Warden Jubilee added, though his father’s subtle glance had already given him the order. In an instant, both wardens disappeared, leaving only the highest-ranking nobles in the room.

The queen’s fingers curled against the armrest of her throne as she glared at the remaining dukes. "I told you not to interfere," she said, her voice edged with barely contained fury.

Duke Tush scoffed. "I had nothing to do with this."

"I didn’t order this either," Duke Duval added, shaking his head.

The queen’s gaze darkened. "That shot came from a railgun. There is no way someone moved such a weapon into position without being noticed." Her tone left no room for argument. "Investigate immediately. We need to give Inanos an explanation, or we’ll face his wrath."

The weight of her words sent a chill through the room. Even among the powerful, the thought of Inanos’ retribution was terrifying.

"Yes, Your Majesty," both dukes answered in unison before vanishing into thin air.

—

On the island, the survivors were pulling themselves from the wreckage, dazed and drenched. The second tsunami had forced the feral biocores to retreat, marking the abrupt end of the conquest. But despite their victory, the air was heavy with unease.

Cyanide ran a hand through his wet hair, scanning the battlefield. His chest tightened. "Casualties?"

"A lot of injured," a subordinate answered hesitantly. "But... no deaths."

Cyanide frowned. "What do you mean no deaths? Is it the same for the other teams?"

"I—I haven’t heard a single report of a death, sir."

A cold shiver ran down Cyanide’s spine as he turned toward the blast site. Smoke curled from the ruins, and at the very center of the destruction, the ground still smoldered. A conquest without a single loss in human life—it was unheard of. Such a feat was only possible under the guidance of an unparalleled commander.

His throat went dry. Had Nioh survived?

A desperate scream broke through the eerie silence.

Cryo.

He was digging through the rubble like a madman, his hands torn and bleeding as he clawed at the debris. His frantic voice echoed across the island, raw with desperation.

"Prince! Where are you? Answer me!"

But only silence answered him.

X was the first to arrive on the scene, leading a squad of elite military personnel. As the personal guard of the Prince, he had been closely monitoring the conquest, ready to intervene if necessary—but the explosion had come too suddenly, too violently.

The moment the ship touched down, he bolted into the blast zone, his heart pounding in his chest. Smoke curled from the ruins, the stench of scorched earth filling his lungs. Then, amid the wreckage, he saw a pair of bloodied hands clawing desperately at the rubble.

His breath hitched.

Cryo.

His younger brother was digging like a madman, his nails cracked and fingertips raw, frantic sobs tearing from his throat.

X’s knees nearly buckled. The devastation around him was immense, but what rattled him most was the sheer absence of the one person who should have been standing there—tall, composed, unshaken. Nioh had always been a force of stability, a figure so unshakable that X had never once allowed himself to fear for him.

But now...

"Search the rubble!" he barked, his voice sharp as steel. "Turn over every stone! If the prince is dead, I want to see his body!"

His soldiers leaped into action, combing through the wreckage with urgency.

X made his way to Cryo, who barely noticed his presence, too lost in his panic.

"I can’t find him!" Cryo gasped, his breathing ragged. "Brother—I can’t find him!"

X pulled him into a tight embrace, his own voice unsteady. "It’s fine... The Prince is fine," he murmured, as much to reassure himself as to calm his trembling brother.

But deep down, fear was creeping into his veins.

Then, as if to deepen the tension, two figures appeared at the top of the island—Warden Cohen and Warden Jubilee.

A wave of fear spread through the survivors. Even in victory, the presence of two Wardens was enough to unnerve them.

Cohen wasted no time. After making sure his son was unharmed, he descended upon the blast site. With a mere flick of his wrist, the wreckage rose—hundreds of pounds of debris levitating effortlessly into the air, revealing whatever remained beneath. The onlookers could only stare in stunned silence, their breath catching as the dust settled.

And then—nothing.

No body. No trace of flesh.

Only Nioh’s scythe and the charred remains of the Gyroshark lay amidst the destruction.

Jubilee stepped forward, scanning the area with piercing eyes. He bent down, picking up a gleaming gold coin that had somehow rolled to his feet.

"There’s not a trace of his body anywhere," he muttered, narrowing his gaze. Then, to X, he ordered, "Send for the scientists. I want a full 3D reconstruction of the scene."

X nodded grimly, his jaw tightening.

Days passed. The investigation ran its course, teams scouring every inch of the island, analyzing every fragment of debris. But no blood. No body parts. No undeniable proof of death.

It was as if Nioh had never been there.

—

A few kilometers away from Narnia, on a discreet personal submarine, Magnus with the help of his butler Uncle William, was observing the island with binoculars.

Magnus, spread his hand palm out, examining his still heated rings, and commented.

"The Kid did an incredible job with the Ten Sun. I can’t believe I could produce such an accurate and powerful shot"

"We need to leave before, the Daewyth army notices our presence." The butler said.

"I just hope the young Prince managed to survive the blast"

"You are worrying too much about the Kid, little devils like him are the hardest to kill. Since he asked me for this favor, I suppose he has a backup plan. We will be seeing him at that place soon enough" Magnus replied.

" I hope so young Master!" Uncle William declared before sinking the submarine undersea.

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Despite the mystery, the conquest was ultimately declared a success. The annexation of Narnia allowed the other challengers to swiftly claim the remaining islands of the archipelago.

But while political victories were celebrated, the image of Nioh standing before the masses, effortlessly bending them to his will, remained seared into the minds of all who had witnessed it.

And so, in his absence, he was given a title.

The Young Monarch.