Suliven turned into a puddle of water dodging another attack of Ryder, but he didn't seem stunned this time. Instead, Ryder smirked as if he had expected this.

He slightly raised his hand, making mighty flames burn in his hand. He had the strength of Aluren, who controlled the flames. Against water, the flame was the best ability to use since these weren't normal flames that water could stop.

The battle between the heavenly flame and the divine water was much more fierce than the battle between the normal flame and normal water.

Without giving Suliven any chance to recover, he placed his burning hand inside the water.

The water jumped into the distance, retaking the shape of Suliven, but there was a burn mark on his face as if someone had burned his face.

He also seemed to be in pain as he looked at Ryder.

"Who are you?

" He asked, frowning.

"You can control water, but you can also control flames? Moreover, those aren't normal flames! They are the flames of-

"

"Flames of Aluren, I know,

" Ryder let out, finishing the sentence.

"How do you have this?

" Suliven asked as he kept stepping back.

"I have this because I am the real Aluren. The one you were seeing was a fake Aluren that I had created so I could easily assassinate you all. As long as you're all dead, I'll be the sole person who passes the trial,

" Ryder said, laughing.

He held the Moon Scythe in his left hand while a small ball of fire was taking shape in his right hand.

"You're lying. You can't be Aluren. He would never be stupid enough to kill us because only an idiot would do this. If he's the sole winner and the others are dead, it would be too obvious. He would cause a war if he did that. Moreover, he can't control the water!

" Suliven repeated, shaking his head.

"You can't be him. Who are you?

" He asked.

"Fine. I'll tell you the truth,

" Ryder said, signing.

"But only if you survive!

" He abruptly said as he tossed the ball of fire he had created towards Suliven.

Moving to the side, Suliven dodged the attack only to realize that Ryder had appeared before him. He could see Ryder's scythe coming towards him.

The ball of fire had also managed to hit the curtain near the window, which started burning.

Ryder swung his scythe, attacking Suliven, who had barely dodged the ball of fire, forcing him to again turn to water to escape.

Suliven turned into the puddle of water again, dodging the attack forcing Ryder to again use the burning hand to destroy the water.

"Argh!

"

Suliven screamed in pain as he tried moving, but Ryder didn't let him. He kept up to Suliven. No matter how much he tried to create distance, he wasn't able to do it.

And he couldn't even come to his real form without creating distance.

As Ryder was enjoying bullying and destroying Suliven drop by drop, he didn't notice that a Water Spear was taking shape behind him. Even in this situation, Suliven could use his powers.

Even when he was in the form of water, he was creating a Water Spear to attack Ryder.

The spear didn't take long. As it came into existence, it flew towards Ryder. If Ryder hadn't dodged, it was going to hit where his heart was.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Before the Water Spear could even stab Ryder, it stopped.

"This trick won't work, little guy. I'm the Ruler of Water. I can control it just as much as you can,

" he said proudly.

Even though he knew that the only reason he was able to stop it was because Stanner had told him about the Spear behind his back, he didn't forget to boast and show how overpowered he was.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Just as Ryder was enjoying the advantage, he heard a thumping sound as if someone was hitting the door heavily.

"Your Highness! Are you inside! We got reports; there's a fire inside your room! Please reply!

"

'These guys! They just had to come at this time. Doesn't matter. I'm annoyed at having to go back in time and doing things again and again! Not again! This time I won't be scared of them. They want to interfere; I'll show them what it means to interfere!

" Ryder said, annoyed.

He knew he could just go back in time to make sure that the fire didn't hit the curtain, but he didn't care. It was too irritating already for him.

He already knew that there weren't any cameras here that were working, so he could just let go. As long as the guards didn't see him, it didn't matter even if they saw a ghost or whatever supernatural thing.

He brought a body out of his inventory which belonged to the right hand man of Adrian.

He was a powerful being that Ryder was going to use as a puppet. He couldn't die anyway, and no one could relate him to Ryder.

As Ryder brought the body out, he used his Ruler of Death to bring this body back to life.

"No one is responding! Prince might be unconscious because of the smoke! Break the door!

" The guards outside decided to break the door as they didn't get a response even after a minute and multiple callings. They couldn't wait for the keys of the room to be brought here.

They had already tried opening the door, but it was locked. Ryder had taken enough precautions.

Just as they were about to break the door, they saw the doorknob turn.

They breathed a sigh of relief as they saw it. They believed it was the prince who was coming out and that he was safe. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. As the door opened, they saw that a man had stepped out. As for that man, he wasn't Prince Suliven.

The man who stepped out seemed to be dressed in a black jacket. His dark eyes stared at the guards while he closed the door behind him.

The guards seemed surprised. The man looked deathly pale, as if there wasn't a single droplet of blood in his body. As for his expressions, they were also lifeless.

"Who are you? Why were you in the room of His Highness?

" The guards asked.

"We don't have time for that now. You arrest him. I'll get his Highness out,

" the guard in the lead said as he shook his head.

"Step aside!

" The guard said as he reached out his hand to push the pale-faced man aside. Unfortunately, no matter how much he tried, he wasn't able to push the man. Let alone push; he couldn't even move him a little.

The man seemed like a mountain who couldn't move.

Other guards also came to help as they tried to move the man but to no avail. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't help.

"You won't learn kindly!

" Another guard said as he clenched his fist to attack the dark-clothed man, but it didn't work.

After clenched his fist, the man was about to punch the face of the man. Unfortunately for him, the man actually moved this time as he also repeated the same action. He clenched his fist as he punched the guard as well.

While the guard's punch landed on the face of the dark-clothed man, his own face was hit as well.

Both the attacks seemed to have different impacts though. The guard's punch landed on the face of the man, who didn't even flinch as if he wasn't hurt even a little.

The guard, on the other hand, suffered much more as his head twisted because of the Punch. His neck broke at the same time as he flew back, crashing on the wall in the back.

The rest of the guards were intimidated as they saw what had happened. They stepped back in fear. Who was this guy? Was this some comic book or a superhero movie?

How could one punch send a person flying? Did they actually see what they thought they saw? Or were they dreaming? There were many questions in their heads.

"W-who are you? Tell the truth, or we will shoot!' the men said as they all brought their guns out of their pockets.

The man didn't react even after seeing so many guns being pointed at him.

"This is the last warning. Step aside and identify yourself. Or we will shoot! The life of His Highness is on the line,

" the guard said, warning the man.

The man still didn't react.

"This is my last chance. We'll count to two! If you don't step aside, we'll shoot!

" The guards said, giving him another chance.

Even now, the person didn't react.

"One... Two!

"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the count of two, the men actually shot the man, firing at his chest.

The man was shot, but he still didn't fall. Instead, he kept looking at them without any expressions.