Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

While Aengus, Bella, and the others were busy cleansing the Imperial Palace for the upcoming takeover, the shocking events of the battle spread among the masses like wildfire.

Those who had gathered to spectate the Grand Competition now realized just how close they had been to annihilation.

Not only that—

The entire Kievan Continent had been on the brink of extinction, teetering on the edge like a giant supernova ready to consume everything.

Had anything gone wrong in the battle between Nebula Dominators, they all would have perished.

This chilling realization shook the common folk to their core.

For the first time, they truly understood how insignificant and powerless their lives were in the face of these supreme beings.

But there was nothing they could do—

Unless they chose to rise up and take on the challenge of strength themselves.

On the ruined streets of the capital, amidst the rubble and debris, murmurs of conversation echoed among the shaken citizens.

A wrinkled old man, his voice heavy with disbelief, muttered,

"Sigh… I can't believe she was an imposter of Empress Fiona all along. That witch Morgana really hid herself very well for so long…"

His cloudy eyes gleamed with curiosity and unease. "What was her true purpose, I wonder?"

Nearby, another elderly man, shoveling through the destroyed streets, grunted in response.

"Hah… whatever her goals were, old men like us could do nothing about it—even if we knew."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, glancing at the people rebuilding their homes with quiet determination.

"But at least, thanks to the Young Emperor, our descendants will get to see another day, right."

A middle aged man, standing nearby, sighed.

"That's true… but can we really hope to see real change within our Empire?"

His eyes held a glimmer of doubt. "Will ordinary folks like us finally find some peace and safety?"

Silence followed.

The old man exhaled deeply, gripping his shovel tightly.

"Maybe…"

"Maybe not…"

His gaze drifted toward the Imperial Palace, where the new era was being forged.

"Only time will tell."

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Blue Moon Empire.

On the grand terrace of the High-Rise Palace in the Sky, a cold wind howled, carrying the scent of distant rain.

An elderly man—his long beard flowing like silver silk—stood behind a towering figure, his face solemn.

"Your Excellency, the Kievan Empire has changed its ruler."

The man leaning against the railing raised a brow, his sharp eyes filled with intrigue.

"Oh? So that witch Morgana is finally dead?"

His lips curled into a smirk. "Who's the new ruler?"

The old advisor, his expression unreadable, responded,

"A young man named Zytherion. He was chosen as Emperor according to their sacred custom."

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then—low laughter rumbled from the man's chest.

"Heh heh… so that wretched witch is finally gone."

His fingers tapped the railing rhythmically.

"That means we can attack now, right?"

The old advisor shook his head gravely.

"That would be unwise, Your Excellency."

His voice carried a hint of warning. "We failed to defeat Morgana all these years… yet a young man managed to do it."

His brows furrowed. "And we still don't know how."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the Emperor's face.

But it was soon replaced by restless greed.

"Hmph… How long must we wait?"

He clenched his fist, glaring at the distant horizon.

"Our rivals keep growing stronger while we're stuck playing hide and seek with the Kievan Empire."

His voice grew darker. "No… I won't wait any longer."

His golden eyes burned with ambition.

"Before the Temporals and Dark Ferals make their move, we will strike first."

The old advisor sighed inwardly, knowing his words would not change his ruler's mind.

"As you wish, Your Excellency."

....

The Blue Moon Empire wasn't the only one to receive the news.

The other two rival factions—the Temporal Dominion and the Dark Feral Clan—also learned of the Kievan Empire's sudden shift in power.

And with that knowledge, a storm began to brew.

For years, the mere presence of Witch Morgana had been enough to keep the other emperors at bay.

She was evil, treacherous, and feared.

But her influence was undeniable—a deterrent against full-scale invasions.

Now, with her gone, the power balance was shattered.

And yet…What they failed to realize was that the new emperor was far more terrifying than the old one.

Aengus stood at the heart of the Imperial Palace, his expression unreadable.

He knew what was coming.

The death of Morgana would send ripples across the Polaris Domain.

The enemy wouldn't wait.

So neither would he.

Without hesitation, he gave his first Imperial Command: to Strengthen surveillance on all invisible borders.

The Imperial Army immediately moved. They informed stationed troops to set up barriers, scouts, and advanced detection formations to monitor any sign of intrusion.

Then more powerful Army was sent for the aid through high class battleships.

Next, Aengus restructured the entire military hierarchy.

He reinstated Hog as Grand Commander of all troops, while other four took the role for Imperial Protectors, from the Sacred Custom's protectors.

They were old, but welcomed this change for now. Because of the lack proper manpower.

The Kievan Army will no longer be weak—it would become an unstoppable war machine.

Enemies may come. But this time, they would not find a weakened empire.

They would find a Nuclei of power.

Aengus' gaze was cold and ruthless as he sat on his throne.

"Your Highness, we are leaving for the borders. Please grant us your permission," Vansing said, kneeling down.

Myria also knelt, though her eyes remained fixed on Aengus.

"Why would you need to leave for the borders? Can't you settle down here? Who would dare to question you in my presence?" Aengus asked calmly.

"No, we shouldn't. But we thank you for your grace, Your Highness. If we stay here, we would feel uncomfortable. Maybe one day, we will be able to strengthen our will to serve you here. For now, please allow us to look after the borders," Myria said, locking eyes with him.

Aengus glanced at her and understood everything. The sudden events and the stripping of imperial power must have caused quite the trauma in their minds.

"Alright, then. But be careful, Myria. I don't want to lose someone as talented as you, after all."

Myria's ears turned red. "Thank you. May we see you again, Your Highness."

With that two left, leaving a rustle of cold howling wind.