Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 139: People from the moon

After continuous travel, Jon still looked pristine. His brown hair and sharp eyes accented his light bronze skin, and standing at 6’2" in his self-made armor, he was truly a sight to behold. Despite reaching the peak of the First Realm long ago, his appearance remained mostly unchanged, yet something about him still felt different.

’This... is bad.’

Jon could read Syria’s emotions with ease, and what he saw was troubling. Her feelings bordered on something more than admiration; it was almost lust.

But when he turned to Cynthia, his thoughts froze for a moment.

’Cynthia... you too.’

She was trying to hide it, but Jon could see through her façade. Her emotions leaked through the cracks, and he understood what it meant. Both Cynthia and Syria were in love with him.

’When did this happen? I’m sure we haven’t related that many times.’ Jon briefly went through his memories since he met Cynthia, and he could count the number of times they spoke on a topic outside camp problems.

’I really need to find a way to deactivate this passive skill.’ The truth was, reading emotions was something that happened, and though it hadn’t been long since he could, it had become burdensome.

’Anyways, I can just pretend I didn’t see it.’ Jon sighed inwardly and gave them a slight smile before speaking. "You two, did you lift your faces?"

"What?" Syria blinked.

"Eh?" Cynthia tilted her head.

Seeing their confused reactions, Jon chuckled. "Just joking. I heard what you guys did. Good job, I wouldn’t have thought in that direction."

"How did it go?" Cynthia asked, shifting the conversation.

Jon’s expression turned serious. "This camp is different..." He explained the military structure, the possible threats they faced, and the roles that Victor, Robin, and Laura played in the broader scheme. He didn’t bother explaining about things like those he killed or Amelia. They were irrelevant to them in the first place.

After letting them absorb the information, he asked, "Is everything ready?"

"Yes," Syria confirmed.

"Alright, let’s begin." Jon turned toward the door.

"Wait... didn’t you just arrive? You should rest a bit," Syria suggested with a hopeful gaze.

"Another change could happen at any moment. A normal five-hour walk took us four days. We need to move now."

—

The evacuation began immediately.

Orders were issued swiftly as civilians and their valuables were loaded onto the available buses. Heavy equipment had already been secured, giving them enough time to decide what to take.

Jon stood atop the highest building, watching over the process. Hours passed as the convoy formed. Each vehicle had two evolvers stationed on either side, swapping shifts at regular intervals to maintain vigilance.

"I’m going ahead," Cynthia announced before leaping off the building.

She descended like a falling star, but before touching the ground, she gently floated and landed atop one of the rearmost vehicles in the convoy.

By morning, the last of the buses had begun their journey.

’Should I—’

Jon’s thoughts were interrupted. His head snapped in a direction, his senses flaring.

WoWoWoWoWoWoWo—!

A distant, shrill sound echoed through the air. And it was fast approaching.

From his vantage point, he saw only one thing: blue. A sea of creatures, countless in number, moving as one.

"Keep moving!" he ordered loudly, ensuring the vehicles did not stop.

Then, without hesitation, he dashed toward the oncoming swarm.

The closer he got, the more he could see. The creatures were humanoid, but their skin was an unnatural shade of blue, intricate markings covering their bodies. They swarmed the landscape, surrounding the building he stood upon.

’What... is that?’

A strange stirring ran through Jon’s core. His eyes flickered with power, but even with his Moon Gaze, he couldn’t comprehend the significance of those markings. And yet, something deep inside him reacted to them.

Then, he focused on their power levels.

Most were unranked, but many had reached the First Realm. Seven of them, however, stood apart, walking through the horde toward him, all in the Second Realm. Six of them were level 71, while the one in the center was level 73.

Whoosh—!

Three figures landed beside Jon. Cynthia, Dunlop, and Trudy. The latter two had already been promoted to Regiment Commanders under Cynthia’s leadership after reaching the First Realm.

Jon didn’t turn to them. His attention remained fixed on the seven figures approaching. The intricate markings on their bodies were more complex than those of the weaker creatures, and the leader’s were the most elaborate of all.

Finally, the blue-skinned leader stopped a few feet away and met Jon’s gaze.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Jon tilted his head. "Shouldn’t I be asking you that?"

"You—" One of the Second Realm figures moved aggressively, but the leader raised his hand, stopping him.

"We are the People of the Moon," the leader said.

Jon’s eyes widened.

"What?"

The leader nodded knowingly. "It seems you know something."

-What is he talking about?

Cynthia’s voice echoed in his mind through their shared mental link.

-The name of my main skill is ’Moon.’

Cynthia’s eyes widened slightly at the revelation. It was shocking that someone this strong had a main skill called ’Moon’; however, that wasn’t the issue. It was the relation they had.

’So... people were living on the Moon? Did they come here because of the evolution process? And how?’ Jon adjusted himself and asked the main question, "What do the People of the Moon want?"

The leader gestured to the markings on his body. "Do you know what these are?"

"No." Jon shook his head.

"These markings allow us to feel a connection to the Moon."

Jon’s eyes narrowed. "So that’s why I felt a stir... It’s a type of rune."

The leader continued. "Now, imagine what it means for us, people born from the moon to sense someone who possesses a perfect connection to the Moon." He paused, a dangerous smile forming on his lips. "Tell us how you achieved it."

Jon’s expression darkened. "What are you saying?"

Dunlop scowled. "This isn’t looking good."

The leader smirked. "I am saying, give us the method you use to form a perfect connection to the Moon."

Jon remained unfazed. "And if I refuse?"

The leader’s face twisted in displeasure. "I’m sorry, but that wasn’t a request." He had been patient enough to explain, and this first realm human was still being disrespectful to him, a king and a second realm.

They wanted his power. They wanted him.