The hall was silent for only a heartbeat. Then—
BOOM!
The air around Aryan cracked as his chakra flooded out uncontrollably, raging like a broken dam. Pillars shook, the marble tiles beneath his feet shattered into spiderwebs, and invisible shockwaves ripped through the chamber.
To him, it felt like drowning. His chest heaved, hands shaking, vision blurring. His body wasn't built to hold this much energy. It burned. It tore. It screamed.
But to them?
It looked like he was preparing to unleash a cataclysm.
"Your Majesty!" one minister cried, stumbling back, "he'll destroy the entire court if we provoke him!"
Guards raised weapons, trembling, yet too afraid to step forward.
King Rudrayan's hand gripped the throne armrest tightly. Even his seasoned eyes narrowed with unease. 'This boy… how can a body that small hold such force? '
But before the King could speak—Bishop Veerabhadra slammed his staff to the ground.
"Your Majesty!" he shouted over the storming aura, "Listen to me clearly. Do not test him. Do not fight him. Accept every demand he makes, or we may invite annihilation upon Vaikunth Dham itself!"
The court gasped. Every demand? From this child?
Aryan's lips parted, breath shallow. His mind spun.
"I-I'm not—"
System:
Shut up. Breathe. Listen to me if you want to survive.
Aryan's body froze, chest pounding. His panic climbed, but the System's cold voice cut through like steel.
System:
You can't control your chakra right now. To them, you look like a calamity. Let me talk through you. Do exactly what I say.
Aryan's throat tightened he mumbled very silently beneath his breath. His hands trembled, aura flaring hotter.
"…W-What do I say…?"
System:
Demand your grandfather's freedom. Now.
Aryan swallowed, his voice cracking out. "Free… my grandfather… Ganpat."
The words echoed like divine decree under the weight of his storm. Ministers gasped. Guards dropped to their knees under the suffocating aura.
The King's face hardened, but before he could refuse, the Bishop pressed in urgently:"Your Majesty, if we don't obey, this child will level this city before he takes another breath!"
The king's jaw clenched. Finally, he nodded. "Release Ganpat… at once."
A thunder of murmurs shook the court.
Aryan's knees buckled. His lungs burned.
System:
Good. Now, the second demand. You need speed. You won't reach the Tournament of Champions on time with your own legs. Ask for the dragon-blooded beast, Taarask.
Aryan's eyes widened in terror. T--Taarask?! That monster!
System:
Say it. Now.
His mouth moved against his will, the aura booming with his trembling words "And… I want your dragon-blooded beast, Taarask. To reach the Tournament of Champions."
The hall fell into stunned silence.
The dragon. The beast of Vaikunth Dham. No one had ever tamed it. Many had tried—warriors, kings, saints—and all had failed. To demand such a thing was madness.
But in that moment, with the boy's uncontrolled aura burning like a divine calamity, madness was reality.
The King Rudrayan's ministers almost screamed. "The Taarask?!, This is insanity—"
But Bishop Veerabhadra struck his staff again, silencing them. "Give it to him! No man here can resist him in this state. Even the Taarask will sense it. If the beast refuses, so be it. But if it accepts… then destiny itself favors this boy."
The King exhaled slowly, gaze sharpening on Aryan. He didn't see a child. He saw a storm wearing the skin of a boy.
"…Fine. You will have the Taarask."
Aryan's body trembled. His knees nearly gave out. He couldn't believe what just happened. His fear had become his weapon, his trembling had become Anger with dominance.
System:
Well done, Aryan. You survived—how impressive.
Aryan's heart pounded. "…I… don't… want this…"
System:
Too late. You have it now. And next… let's see how that big lizard says 'yes' to you.
Aryan helplessly stands in Entrance of the Royal Court now his chakra getting back to chakra 1 level 3 and people think he has calmed down and now he will not attack.