The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 413: Just Nobody
Chapter 413 - 413: Just Nobody
Outraged, the people of the U.S. erupted into curses, unleashing a torrent of filthy insults.
They were furious—blinded by the belief that they had just witnessed betrayal.
And, in some ways, their anger made sense. From their point of view, John's actions seemed unforgivable.
The disappointment didn't end there. The crowd also turned their fury toward the thirty-six guardians of the Oracle Palace.
The King did nothing...
The guardians said nothing...
To the people, it looked like the guardians had betrayed them too—that they had defected to the Kingslayer Alliance.
What a disgrace!
The Oracle Palace—once the ultimate symbol of protection—was now being reviled as a den of traitors.
Their anger was so great, they began cursing every last member of the Oracle Palace.
The thirty-six guardians stood silently, faces filled with embarrassment.
After all, it was one of their own who had just destroyed the statue.
But deep inside, they knew the truth would reveal itself soon.
Meanwhile, the destruction of the statue left Alex and his subordinates utterly shocked.
No one had expected that a traitor would appear from within the U.S. itself, enabling someone to destroy the statue that had been protected by a powerful shield.
It was like something out of a dramatic play.
With a satisfied grin, Alex chuckled and said, "A wise decision, my friend. Once you join the Kingslayer Alliance, you'll be the finest servant of the God."
He spoke with magnanimity, trying to appear generous—as if welcoming an old friend into his kingdom.
But John simply looked at him and replied coldly, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Alex blinked, stunned by the venom in John's voice.
Even though he didn't fully understand the U.S. language, Alex could tell—John had just insulted him.
The crowd went silent.
They had just been cursing John, convinced he was a traitor—but now, his tone and words caught them completely off guard.
For a moment, no one knew what to believe.
But the silence didn't last. People resumed cursing, ignoring their confusion. As far as they were concerned, John had destroyed the statue of the King of Horizon. That was all the evidence they needed.
Alex, now uncertain, asked again, "My friend... did you not do that to join us?"
"The King, join you?" John repeated with a smirk.
His tone was strange—cryptic.
His words stunned everyone on Mount Oracle.
The King?
People looked at him, stunned and confused.
No one in the entire country dared to say something like that.
The difference was too great.
The idea was too hard to believe.
Then—
Bang!
With solemn expressions, the thirty-six guardians suddenly dropped to one knee before John.
Their voices rang out in unison:
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
One by one, their voices echoed like a battle cry. It was clear they had practiced this before—many times.
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
"Thirty-six Guardians! Long live the King!"
The chant lingered in the air long after the final guardian finished speaking.
It thundered across Mount Oracle like a divine proclamation.
King.
The Oracle King.
This young man... was the Oracle King!
Everyone froze.
They trembled.
They were filled with awe and fear.
How could the Oracle King still be alive?!
A man stepped forward and respectfully presented John with a new dragon-head mask.
But John didn't put it on.
Instead, he crushed the mask in his hand and said coldly:
"Kingslayer Alliance... you're not even qualified."
His words were aimed directly at Alex and his subordinates.
Even without the mask, the Kingslayer Alliance knew the truth.
This was the Oracle King.
He was alive.
And that changed everything.
They had dared to invade Mount Oracle only because they were certain he was dead.
They'd taken every step—every precaution—to ensure it.
But he had simply hidden in plain sight, waiting.
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They had walked right into his trap.
"The God of Gods?" John said suddenly, his gaze locked on Alex.
Alex's heart skipped a beat under the weight of that stare.
"Just nobody."
The words were spoken with calm finality.
Then, with a flick of his hand, John summoned the cyan sword—the same one that had formed the protective shield of Mount Oracle.
Hiss!
It streaked through the air with a sharp whistle and pierced directly through Alex's chest.
The sword had returned to its true master.
And John spoke once more:
"Do you even have the right to accept the gift of a King?"
