The Legendary Emperor King

Feeling Arthur's touch on her face while her eyes were fixed on his eyes, and realizing the direction the moment was taking, she smiled. – All right, I hope! Just don't take a long time, got it...? – blushing, she broke the mood.

Looking at her, he pulled her into his arms. One hand on her waist, and the other stroking her hair. And Hera, in his arms, blushes. "This is nice..." she thought to herself while enjoying each second in his arms.

– Take care, Xuě... – he lets go of her, and starts walking.

– That name again? – Laughing, she bites her lip.

Walking, he looked at her from the corner of his eye. – That's a beautiful name... – he turned his face towards the horizon.

"My body is still shaking..." as she raises her trembling hand to wave. – Bye, and don't even think about looking at other girls! Butler keep an eye out! – smiles.

Walking, he smiles. "Leave it to me, ma'am!" – "Mrs. Treadway..." foresaw in his thoughts as bowed in her direction.

Arthur and Butler walk in the direction of the King's Force, and Hera puts her hand on her lip as she looks at Arthur's back. "What would it be like if me and him..." Unintentionally, a blushful smile invades her face, then turns to the palace.

"Lala la..." humming as she hops towards the palace.

… 

In the Murim empire, more specifically in the capital, Gangwon. Eleanor and Qin adapted themselves to life without the warmth of their parents.

Er, their newborn daughter was crying in her mother's arms. Eleanor, desperately trying to swing the baby, only made the situation worse. "Being a mother is awesome..." sighed as she rocked the girl in his arms. "Calm down, Er! Calm! Calm! Don't cry, don't cry my princess...

Trying to calm the baby, she only cried even more, she cried because of hunger, she cried because of tiredness, she cried for her mother's insensitive grip, she cried for everything and nothing. "Stop crying, Er..." she said with a crying voice, as she sat on the floor.

"How wonderful..." Eleanor said to herself.

And somewhere in the village, the child's father, was drinking with some men. – We need to act! - exclaimed Qin-Shi, dressed in a tight-sleeved robe, denoting his lack of conditions.

One of the men sitting with Qin-Shi, in black clothes, denoting his clear intention of hiding his whereabouts. Worried about Qin's exclamation, he sighed. – How?! We don't have enough men...

Sitted, he sighed. – That's no problem! We will have with time! What we cannot accept are all these injustices! Let's take Jianghu back! Let's return Murim to its rightful owners!

All the men at that table, including Qin-Shi, raised their glasses as Qin-Shi encouraged them to rebel against the Ming dynasty...

Arthur finally left, and weeks of travel later, he arrived at the mountain chain, arrived at his destination, the top of Mount Everest.

Butler, Arthur's steward, in warm clothes, was on the edge of the precipice with his hand outstretched to help Arthur climb. – We have arrived, young master...

In warm clothes, he sighed as he received Butler's help. "A little tired, I admit..."

Butler looked at the Cave of Kings, and the message he received from there was clear. "I see..." He thought as he heard the voice coming from the cave. "This is the Cave of Kings, but there's one thing, young master..." he turned and faced the young master.

The determination and annoyance revealed by his clenched fists and his squeaking as he walks towards the cave. – Let's get this over with! – He exclaimed, but Butler's hand stops him from moving forward.

With his left hand on Arthur's chest, he sighed. – Young master, I didn't want to do this! But not yet, not psychologically nor emotionally ready for the King's Force... – he turned his hand that is on Arthur's chest clockwise and sealed Arthur's core, inhibiting him from using Qi.

Full of veins on his face, he tried to punch Butler in the face. – You bastard!

She dodged his fist with a drooping look, then sighed. – Young master, live a year and a half, without Qi, and then climb Mount Everest, and deserve the King Force! – hits Arthur's chest with the palm of his hand and the impact throws him from the top of the hill down.

Being thrown away, he tries to use his Qi to get back to the ground, but the core is sealed. –BUTLER!! YOU BASTARD!! YOU BETTER BE SURE THAT THIS KILLS ME!! – shouted as he fell down. 

Minutes later...

Falling, he turns his body to the ground. – What I do, what I do! What do I do!! – forcing his mind to find a solution, while looking around.

Alfred's robotic voice in his mind alerted him. "ALERT! ALERT! FIVE MINUTES TO IMPACT!!"

Minutes later, at the foot of Mount Everest, was Arthur's bloodied body as he lost consciousness. "Awesome..." he sarcastically reflected as his conscience faded.

…

3 months later, still in the mountain chain of the Murim empire, there was a village surrounded by hills, unknown to the rest of the world...

With a black tunic with tight sleeves, his hair that was now long was tied with a ribbon, carrying grain, he watched his boss sow. "I tried to climb the mountain for two weeks, but to no avail. I had to get a job to live! I'm going to collect some coins and buy climbing tools and that bastard Butler will pay me! He will pay! But for now, I can only accept the reality of living as a peasant, my hunter's license is of no use if I don't have an active core... I thought it was just a matter of climbing the hill and taking the Force..." Reflecting, the thoughts so profound that were almost turning into words.

He looked at the chief, and in the language of the village he predisposed himself. "Sir, let me do that..." he hands the grain to his colleague, and approaches the man to help.

The owner of the field, with a gray robe with long sleeves, loose hair, sowing, looked at Arthur and smiled. – Calm down, young Henry! It matters that I do it... – he said in that language

Looking at the owner, he bowed his head, and in that language. – At your command, Sama... – he returns to the midst of his colleagues to help carry the grain.

Hours later, on the main street of the village, there was a pharmacy, and in it a woman who did not seem to be from there leaned against the door of the establishment while admiring Arthur. She was a white elf, with long dark hair that ran down her back and through her cassock, the big purple eyes that admired Arthur gave a calm look to the face of the dethroned queen of Alfmosis and the small pink lips that didn't seem to spit so much childishness. - Hi, Arthur! Have you eaten? I can bring you something to eat... – she declared, with a smile embellished by the calm look emanating from her purple eyes. Her beauty shone even brighter with her smile, brightening her slender yet mature physique even more.

Walking towards his house, he avoids the woman's gaze. – Leave me alone, Merlin! – He exclaimed with a grunt.

Merlin smiled, as she looked at Arthur's back. – Okay, I'll bring it...!

Already bored, he grunted. "Ignorant!" He continued his walk, ignoring the girl's provocation.