Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!-Chapter 430 - 431: The Final Contest of Titans

Orm had already burned his bridges.

Even he himself admitted Fenric’s identity as His Majesty, the Sea God—afraid Fenric might otherwise rescind the duel. With Fenric’s consent, the battle between the two brothers could no longer be avoided.

This was not only Orm’s last chance—it was also tradition. The throne of Atlantis had always been claimed through combat.

An hour later, the dueling arena was packed.

Countless Atlanteans gathered to witness the sacred ceremony and the birth of their new king.

Inside the preparation chamber, Arthur wore a grim expression as he approached Fenric.

"Lord Sea God, why did you agree to Orm’s request for a duel?"

Fenric smiled faintly. "What’s wrong? Are you uncertain of yourself... or afraid?"

Arthur shook his head.

"No. I am not afraid of battle. If I lacked the courage to fight, I would never deserve to be king. But..." His eyes dimmed. "My mother doesn’t want us to fight. No matter who gets hurt, she will grieve. I don’t want to cause her more sorrow."

Fenric’s gaze softened. Inwardly, he sighed. Arthur truly has the heart of a king.

It was no wonder Mera and Vulko stood by his side. Though outwardly careless, Arthur carried a charisma that drew others to trust him.

"You can be merciful," Fenric said with a small smile.

Arthur grimaced. "I’m afraid Orm won’t show me the same mercy."

The killing intent in Orm’s eyes was unmistakable. This duel was his last hope, and he would not hold back.

Fenric clapped Arthur’s shoulder. "Don’t worry. You will win."

Arthur blinked in surprise. He wasn’t confident in defeating Orm. But Fenric’s tone left no doubt. Arthur realized then—if the Sea God willed it, the tide of battle itself would bend.

Fenric continued, "The reason I agreed to Orm’s challenge is simple: if you defeat him here, before all of Atlantis, your right to rule will be unquestionable. If I simply declared you king, without this duel, resentment would fester. Your rule would be shaky at best."

Arthur’s eyes widened in understanding.

Fenric’s words carried clearly enough for Atlanna and Mera, standing nearby, to hear.

Only then did they grasp why Fenric had agreed to Orm’s request. He had acted entirely for Arthur’s sake.

Atlanna stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty Sea God, thank you for considering Arthur. But Orm..."

Fenric raised a hand. "Orm will not die. You need not fear."

Relief softened Atlanna’s face, and she remained silent.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from outside.

Orm had entered the arena.

From the preparation chamber, they could see him parading confidently, his every step drawing thunderous applause.

Despite everything, Orm still commanded strong loyalty among his people. Their cheers proved his popularity.

Moments later, Vulko entered. "Arthur, it’s time."

Arthur inhaled deeply, steeling himself, then stepped out into the arena.

But unlike Orm’s grand reception, Arthur’s appearance was met with jeers and boos.

Whispers spread among the crowd—mockery, disdain, rejection. To many, Arthur was nothing more than a half-breed.

Atlanna’s heart clenched painfully. Now she understood the Sea God’s burden. Without this duel, even if Fenric forced Arthur onto the throne, resentment would consume Atlantis.

"Your Majesty Poseidon," Atlanna whispered, eyes shining with resolve, "thank you for everything you’ve done for my son."

At that moment, she was utterly convinced of Fenric. If anyone dared question his identity as the Sea God, she would be the first to silence them. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Fenric only smiled. "You are welcome. I have high hopes for Arthur."

In truth, Fenric had another thought. The Atlanteans respected only strength. In the story he remembered, Arthur had won the throne not through words, but through victory over Orm witnessed by all. Without this, even a holy trident would not convince the people.

As the crowd settled, King Nereus and the other rulers were led to the VIP seats.

Atlanna appeared as well, drawing a wave of commotion.

Some welcomed their former queen with joy. Others whispered bitterly, accusing her of betraying Atlantis by consorting with a man of the surface.

But soon, the moment everyone awaited arrived.

Vulko’s booming voice echoed across the arena:

"All kneel and welcome His Majesty the Sea God with the highest reverence!"

Excitement swept the crowd like a tidal wave. At once, the Atlanteans dropped to their knees, remembering the miracle they had witnessed only an hour ago.

Atlanna and the kings bowed deeply as well. Even Orm and Arthur, standing as rivals, lowered themselves before Fenric.

Some among the crowd harbored doubt, but none dared to show it. They had seen the sea itself bow to this man’s will.

The entire arena fell silent, everyone’s foreheads pressed to the ground, awaiting Fenric’s arrival.

When Fenric finally appeared, he looked upon the countless bowed heads and nodded in satisfaction. His plan was already more than half complete.

"Rise," Fenric commanded. His voice rolled through the water like thunder.

The crowd rose. Fenric walked to the highest throne and seated himself with effortless majesty.

Many stared in awe, though some noticed: this Sea God seemed different from the one depicted in their temples.

Fenric smiled faintly at their doubts. With a casual wave of the trident—

The waters within the arena vanished, drained away in an instant.

A miracle unfolded before their eyes.

The duel ground lay bare and dry as land, while the ocean swirled in a shimmering wall around it.

Gasps of wonder swept the crowd.

Who but a god could wield such power?

All doubt dissolved into reverence.