Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power-Chapter 47: The Capital, Asterion

Chapter 47 – The Capital, Asterion

Kaden walked with calm, measured steps as he approached the towering wall, then quietly took his place in the queue that stood in front of it.

But this wall wasn’t made of ordinary brown stone like most fortifications.

It was entirely black—not painted, not shaded, but born of a rare material: Blackstar Stone. A resource only the Celestial Empire possessed.

And in the middle of that obsidian wall stood a golden gate. Carved into its surface was a radiant crest—a crown with three celestial flames flickering upward.

It was the mark of the Asterion, the ruling lineage of the Celestial Empire.

And behind that door... lay Asterion—the capital city of the Empire itself. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

’You’ve got to be pretty damn arrogant to name your capital after your own family,’ Kaden thought inwardly as he stepped forward—it was finally his turn.

"Put your hand on the ball," one of the guards said bluntly, monotone, not even glancing up.

The man had dark red hair and void-black eyes. Looking at him, the only things that came to mind were:

No nonsense. And bored as hell.

Kaden looked at the orb—a glowing artifact nearly identical to the one he used to define his Origin—and calmly placed his hand on it. The orb flared green.

"No criminal record," the guard muttered, jotting something down.

Kaden’s lips twitched slightly.

’If only you knew...’ he thought with a private chuckle.

"Name: Kaden Warborn. Rank: Awakened. Age: fifteen," the guard continued, before pausing. "Oh... a Warborn, huh."

He finally looked up—and there it was. Black hair. Red eyes.

Typical Warborn.

The guard smirked.

"Didn’t know those bloodthirsty bastards had another child beside that monster."

Kaden tilted his head slightly. "Monster?"

"Dain Warborn," the guard replied flatly.

And just like that, Kaden’s eyes widened—only a little, but enough. It had been so long since he saw his brother. The last time was... his Awakening Day.

’My brother is known here?’ he thought quietly, before nodding and replying,

"Yes. He’s my brother."

The guard grinned in a weird way—something halfway between amusement and something darker—before muttering,

"Well, welcome to the capital, little Warborn. Hope you enjoy your stay."

Kaden frowned slightly. There it was. The subtle shift. The scent of trouble already hanging in the air.

He sighed inwardly, frustrated.

’What did you do here, brother?’

He nodded in mock appreciation and moved to walk through the gate.

But the guard stepped in again, extending his right hand.

"Entrance fee. Five gold coins."

The smirk on his face made the demand worse.

Kaden twitched slightly at the price—five gold coins just to walk through a door? But this was the capital, so he didn’t argue. Calmly, he pulled them from his space ring and handed them over.

And just when he thought that was it, the guard added with a smug tone,

"I hope you’re not as troublesome as your brother, little Warborn."

Kaden heard him. Loud and clear.

He turned his head, lips curling into a bright, deliberately fake smile.

"Don’t worry, sir..."

"...I’m the example child."

...

The capital was... breathtaking.

Towering constructs and impossible architecture, yes—but more than that, it was alive.

And how could it not be?

This was where the Royal Palace stood. Where the great noble houses resided. Where even a branch of the Tycoon’s Merchants had planted its roots.

The ground wasn’t dirt or cobblestone—but polished stone that shimmered gold under the sunlight. The streets were alive, overflowing with bodies and voices, motion and color. Tall, short, pale, dark, scaled, tailed—humans, beastkin, elves, dwarves.

So many races.

So many different lives and traditions tangled together in the same city.

And you’d think a place this mixed would be chaotic.

But no.

Only an idiot would start trouble in the heart of the Celestial Empire. Not with golden-armored guards patrolling every street, wearing expressionless masks like they were born with them.

But all of that—

’Not my problem,’ Kaden reminded himself.

’I’m only here to find a way to have an Evolution Stone. Nothing more.’

He wasn’t here to make noise. Or start anything. He just needed information.

In and out.

After all, the longer he stayed, the higher the chance that Princess might track him down.

And Kaden would rather avoid that altogether.

With his plan sealed in his mind, he walked silently toward the Tycoon’s Merchants branch.

The streets were loud—traders shouting over one another, customers haggling like their lives depended on it, kids darting through the crowd faster than grown men from Earth could blink.

It was chaos—but a beautiful one.

And through it all, Kaden walked.

Calm. Untouched. Like a still shadow moving through fire.

His steps were light. His presence near invisible.

Everything about him screamed normal—his posture, his pace, his clothes.

Only one thing gave him away.

His eyes.

Even as he moved, a few heads turned. One or two people stared. Some longer than others.

And he noticed.

’Troublesome...’ he thought.

’I like my eyes. But they’re too damn recognizable. I need a way to conceal them when necessary.’

Not because he hated them. Not because he was ashamed.

But when, for example, you were blackmailing a princess?

Best not to leave a signature behind.

With a quiet breath, he ignored the stares and kept walking.

...

And soon enough, he stood before the building.

It was tall—sky-piercing. And made entirely of glass. As sunlight hit its surface, it scattered into a thousand rays, refracting like a prism. But it didn’t blind or bother the people walking past. No. It felt...refreshing.

Above the crystal door, letters shimmered in soft gold:

The Tycoon’s Organization

It wasn’t Celestial Gold, nothing tied to the Empire.

Just gold.

Because they were that rich.

Kaden didn’t waste time.

He entered.

And—

"Hey, hey! Watch where you’re walking, dumbass!"

"Bro, are you serious? You’re selling that trash for a whole gold coin?"

"Oh man, did you see Lisa today? She looked extra fine!"

"Fuck Lisa. That purple-haired girl, though—goddamn."

"You better shut up before Lord—"

There was noise everywhere. Voices clashing, laughter, bickering, bargaining. Beings from every corner of the world, some from places Kaden hadn’t even heard of.

It was chaos again—but this chaos had rhythm.

And Kaden fit in effortlessly.

No one noticed him. He preferred it that way.

His eyes swept the hall—on the right, a massive shifting holographic board; on the left, tables and couches where business happened over drinks and cards. And straight ahead, three glowing counters with long lines of people asking, begging, bartering.

Kaden joined one of them.

The line moved quickly.

Soon, it was his turn.

He stepped forward.

A young woman sat in front of him. Looked about twenty. Short brown hair, warm eyes with the same color, and a radiant smile sharp enough to cut glass—but filled with professionalism.

"Hello! I’m Lisa," she said brightly. "What can I help you with?"

—End of Chapter 47—

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