SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 479 Fallen City!

After spending hours at the ancient War Ground of the Gods, King Ragnar turned to Kent. "We've seen enough for today. It's time to leave."

Kent nodded, feeling both relieved and curious. His mind still buzzed with thoughts of the War Ground, but there were other matters that required his attention.

They ascended the steps of the golden throne, and with a swift command from Kent, the throne surged into the air, heading toward the nearest teleportation point.

As they soared through the sky, passing over the desolate landscapes of the southern side of 7th realm, Ragnar turned to Kent. "There's something you must take care of before returning to the Frost Nation."

"Dead Island City. You won it from the Doom family, but you haven't set foot there since. It's time you visit the city you now rule." Ragnar said while staring at horizon.

Kent frowned. He had nearly forgotten about the city. In truth, he had been so focused on his trials and cultivation that Dead Island City had been little more than an afterthought. "You're right, Uncle." Kent said, his voice thoughtful. "I've been meaning to visit it, but with everything else going on..."

Ragnar chuckled. "There's always something else going on. But you're a City Lord now. It's time to take control of what's yours."

Kent agreed, curiosity beginning to stir in his mind. What kind of place was Dead Island City? Why had it been abandoned by the Doom family, and what kind of people lived there now? He was eager to find out.

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They changed their course, heading toward the Doom Nation using a series of teleportation gates.

After crossing the last teleportation gate in Doom nation, Ragnar said, "There's no teleportation gate in Dead Island City. It's isolated. We'll have to travel by throne and need to cross the Northern Sunken Desert."

Kent nodded, and soon enough, they crossed into the Doom Nation, riding on the golden throne across a desolate, sunken desert that stretched for hundreds of miles. The land was barren, the ground cracked and dry, with deep concave depressions that gave the desert its name—the Northern Sunken Desert.

Kent regarded the elderly man with curiosity, his gaze briefly shifting to the large pig that stood by his side. "Is that your... pet?" Kent asked, raising an eyebrow.

The city head chuckled softly. "Indeed, my lord. Almost every adult in our city keeps a hog as a companion. They are useful animals in these parts."

King Ragnar glanced around, his sharp eyes taking in the state of the village. "The Doom family has transferred ownership of this place to the young man beside me. From now on, you are all answerable to him." Ragnar said while walking through the villages

The city head nodded solemnly. "Yes, my lord. May God of Life bestow good days to my city. The Doom family abandoned us long ago. We've been living in isolation ever since, barely surviving off what little we can gather from the desert and the surrounding lands."

Kent's eyes narrowed. "Why do you stay here? This place is... desolate. You could leave, find a better life somewhere else."

The city head sighed, his face filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. "Our ancestors were born here, my lord. They left a rule—that their descendants must remain in this place, no matter the hardships. It is a custom we follow out of respect for them."

Kent felt suspecious as he listened. There was something more to this. These people were strong, physically capable, and yet they lived in a place that was seemingly abandoned and forgotten. There had to be a deeper reason for their isolation.

"That's... noble," Kent said, though suspicion flickered in his mind. "But there's something strange about this city. Why are all of you so strong? Your physiques are far more robust than those of ordinary humans."

The city head shifted uncomfortably, but before he could answer, a commotion arose behind them. The villagers were gathering, their voices raised in alarm. A group of men approached, their faces grim.

"My lord!" one of them called out. "Please, you must help us. The stunted beastmen have attacked again!"

Kent frowned, turning to the city head. "Beastmen? What are they talking about?"

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