**The lost King 👑 **
These days,everyone is just trying to survive.
They want to get stronger, no matter what.
The goal is simple—reach the top and control everything.
But in a world full of struggle,how far will they go to win?
In this era, where everyone has magical abilities,where anyone can grow stronger and challenge the strongest—
this is a time whenpeople tear the sky and shatter the Earth
This is an erawhere the loser has no right to speak, no right to explain.
And the strong?HAHAHA...
they are the justice.
And this…is where the story begins
—the story of The Lost King.
.Village of Aagora — home of fire magic users.
Aman Kai, the son of Aagora's leader and strongest fire wielder,was different.His magic was weak…but his skill with the sword? Unmatched for his age.
Yet here he was—sitting alone in a quiet corner of the bookshop, holding a worn-out book
.Aman Kai
(muttering):"This book… every time I read it, I feel stronger."He flipped the pages slowly."It's been almost ten years… and I still don't have the next part.
"Sarim
:"Oyee, Aman!"He leaned into the shop, annoyed."The shopkeeper's calling you! Damn, what's so interesting in those books?"He sighed, closing his eyes."Huh… Oye! Wait for me, you
bastard!"
Shopkeeper:"Amaan
! There you are! I've been waiting for you!"He chuckled."I told Sarim—I got some new books in. Maybe you'll find what you're looking for this time."
Sarim:"
Oye, old man! He's already in the back store!"
Shopkeeper
:"Hahaha… it's rare to find kids who still care about books."He looked at Sarim with a grin."So, what brings you here, boy?
"Sarim
:"You got anything that girls like? You know—stuff that gets attention?"
Shopkeeper
(laughing):"I used to think this village was full of fire and pride…but turns out we've got some important garbage too!"He patted Sarim on the shoulder."I like you, boy.
"
Sarim:
"Haha, and you're still living in this village, old man!Don't spoil the kid. Just show me what you've got."
Shopkeeper:
"I brought some dresses girls like… and some undergarments too."Winked."They love this kind of stuff, hahaha!
"
Sarim:"
Old man, you got my salute!"He burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, in the back…Aman Kai (digging through books)
:"Nah… not this.
Not this one either. Nhaa… nhaa…"Sighs"Every book here… and still nothing about that one.
"[Back in the shop...]The shopkeeper and Sarim laughed with devilish grins, surrounded by boxes of random "girl-attracting" items.
Aman Kai
walked in with a cold, rude look on his face.
Shopkeeper
:"Boya, you still didn't find that book you're always looking for?"
Sarim:"
Come on, Aman! Don't screw up your mood again.Turn your eyes this way and look at all this stuff—"He pointed at some flashy clothes and trinkets."
It's pure beauty... made to get the beauties
!"Aman Kai
(rude expression):"Huh... I'm not interested in that nonsense
."Sarim (mock shocked):
"Huuuh?! Never forget—A true man always belongs to the girls!
"Aman Kai
(dead serious):"That quote was about the sword."
Sarim
(laughing):"I changed it."The shopkeeper burst out laughing.
Sarim:"Okay okay, don't be all sad over a book.Just forget that one, man.Chill a bit—what's so special about that story anyway?"
Aman Kai's
eyes flared with frustration. His face tightened. He turned suddenly—Aman Kai (shouting):"Get out of here."
Sarim:"
Oyee, wait!Old man—I'll be back to buy all this stuff
!Shopkeeper
(laughing):"Anytime, boya, anytime!"He chuckled as they both ran off.
Shopkeeper
(to himself):"Huh… kids these days are so interesting."
Sarim
(shouting):"Oyeee! Slow down, you rude bastard!""WAIT UP!"---But
Aman Kai
didn't stop.He dashed through the village like a streak of fire—fast, focused, and lost in thought.Inside his mind...Aman (thinking):
Why does this book pull me in like that?I don't remember my childhood toys…Not the games… not even most people.
Only Sarim.But this book... it stayed with me.It's about the King of Stone Magic.He used a huge sword.Brave like a lion
.His enemies feared him.His people looked at him like a hero.But me?
I use a katana...And I can't even control my magic properly.
Yet this story feels like it's about me.Like it's calling to me.
Why do I feel so connected to him?Who was he, really?
And why...did he call himself a villain?He remembered the last page—torn, faded, but one line was still clear..
.( Some pages are missing in that book)
"And that... is how I became a villain."