The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 124: The Evil

The king sat in his private chamber, his expression dark as he traced the reports scattered across the long obsidian table before him.

The dim lighting cast eerie shadows over the room, flickering against the blood-red royal insignia embroidered on his robes.

His fingers trembled slightly as he turned another page, another horrifying account of the experiments his son had orchestrated.

Zyvander.

His firstborn.

His favored heir.

The son he had once believed would inherit the throne with honor.

Now, all he could see was a monster.

The reports were disturbing. Entire villages had been wiped out, their populations vanished overnight.

Covert research facilities, operating in complete secrecy, had become breeding grounds for abominations, half-Zerg, half-human creatures with grotesque mutations, forced into mindless servitude.

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There were records of unwilling subjects taken from the outer planets, abducted from their homes, and subjected to horrific fusions with Zerg parasites.

Those who survived the process became Zyvander’s personal soldiers, devoid of emotion, bound only by his command.

The king’s stomach churned. These were not mere war strategies. This was genocide.

"How long has this been going on?" His voice was hoarse, filled with restrained fury.

The head intelligence officer, a stern-faced man named Minister Darius Vex, hesitated before answering.

"For over five years, Your Majesty. Possibly longer. The Crown Prince has been operating under absolute secrecy."

"His research facilities were located in deep-space zones beyond official patrol routes. We believe he has several bases scattered across neutral sectors, each dedicated to different stages of the experiments."

The king’s grip tightened on the scroll in his hands. "And the success rate?"

Darius exhaled deeply. "Minimal… but improving. The latest reports suggest that Level 8 Zergs are beginning to show cognitive communication, they are not just evolving but forming complex tactical reasoning."

He hesitated, then added, "It is possible that, within a few more years, they may become as intelligent as humans."

The king slammed his fist on the table. The sound echoed across the chamber like a thunderclap.

"And what does Zyvander intend to do with them?!" He snarled.

Darius’s lips pressed into a thin line. "He seeks to build an undying army. One that neither sleeps nor rebels, one that follows orders with absolute loyalty.

A force that can replace human soldiers entirely. The Zergs, once fully controlled, would become his weapons of conquest."

The king felt bile rise in his throat. He had known his son was ambitious, but this? This was beyond mere power-hunger. This was madness.

His own flesh and blood, plotting to replace humanity itself.

And for what? The throne?

No.

This was no longer about ruling the empire. This was about playing god.

"Where is he now?" the king demanded.

Darius lowered his gaze. "We do not know. The Crown Prince has not returned to the capital in months."

"His last known location was near the border planets, but any further attempts to track him have been unsuccessful. It is likely that he is preparing something… something far worse."

The king’s eyes blazed. "Then find him."

Darius bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty."

As the minister left the chamber, the king leaned back in his chair, exhaustion washing over him.

He was the Emperor of Sinalta. The ruler of the most powerful civilization in the galaxy. And yet, at this moment, he felt like nothing more than an aging man betrayed by his own blood.

He had always known that ruling an empire required sacrifice.

He had made difficult choices, hardened his heart where necessary, and placed the survival of the empire above all else.

But never, not once, had he believed he would have to destroy his own son.

And yet, if Zyvander’s ambitions were left unchecked…

He would burn the empire to the ground.

The king inhaled sharply, steeling his resolve.

If his firstborn son had chosen to become a monster, then he, as emperor, had no choice but to slay the beast.

The king remained seated, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his throne.

His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions, anger, regret, determination, but above all, a deep, suffocating sense of betrayal.

Zyvander had been raised as the perfect heir.

From the moment of his birth, the king had poured his knowledge, his strength, his very essence into molding his firstborn into a ruler worthy of the Sinalta Empire.

He had overlooked his son’s ruthless nature, believing it to be a necessary trait for a future emperor.

He had justified Zyvander’s ambition as the drive needed to protect and expand their reign.

But this?

This was not ambition. This was the work of a tyrant, of a man who had abandoned all morality in pursuit of absolute control.

The empire would never accept a ruler who wielded Zergs as weapons.

And yet, despite the undeniable truth before him, a small part of the king, the father, hesitated.

Could Zyvander still be reasoned with?

Could he be brought back from this path of destruction?

But then he recalled the images from the reports, horrific scenes of innocent civilians fused with parasites, their bodies twisted into grotesque forms, their humanity erased.

He recalled the missing planets, the erased records, the silent screams buried beneath layers of secrecy.

No.

His son had already crossed the line.

The king exhaled sharply, forcing himself to accept the painful reality.

Zyvander had betrayed not only him, but the very empire he swore to protect. And if he was not stopped, he would lead them all into oblivion.

The door to the chamber opened once more. Darius had returned, his expression unreadable.

"Your Majesty," he began carefully, "our intelligence teams have intercepted encrypted transmissions from one of the Crown Prince’s suspected bases."

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The king straightened. "What do they say?"

Darius hesitated. "We have yet to fully decrypt them, but from what we can decipher… they contain invasion directives."

The king’s breath caught. "Invasion?"

Darius nodded grimly. "Yes. And the intended target appears to be Asenus."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Asenus. The crown jewel of the empire. The planet where the Demerin family resided. The very place where Zerg activity had begun to increase mysteriously.

The pieces clicked into place.

Zyvander wasn’t just experimenting with Zergs. He was testing them, preparing them for large-scale deployment. And Asenus was his chosen battlefield.

The king’s jaw tightened.

He had been willing to believe, for even a fleeting moment, that Zyvander could be saved. But this? This attack on the empire itself was the final proof he needed.

His son had declared war.

And the king had no choice but to end him.