Ronan's eyes opened in a resounding panic of pain and confusion. His voice echoed through the room, carrying a cold shiver through the air.

"Why? Why? Why?" His murderous intent overflowed the room like a tidal wave. The strength at his side made Celia and Gerald shiver. His power thickened the air, and the temperature plummeted as his immense strength became more apparent.

Celia and Gerald exchanged glances, their instincts telling them they were in the presence of something far more sinister than they imagined. His murderous intent flashed from within like a dark aura, and the weight of his anger could be felt without even a word being spoken.

Without warning, Ronan moves towards Celia, almost immediately, as if he teleported. His eyes were shrouded in darkness, and a terrifying power shone through. He stared at her for a moment. Then he slowly shook his head and his demeanor changed. His anger seemed to subside and was replaced by an eerie silence.

"How many years have passed? Where are we? Where is Dante? How is the situation? How am I?" His voice was weak, the weight of lost time setting in. His eyes searched Celia's face, but she remained frozen, still in shock.

Unable to answer, Celia's heart pounded as mixed emotions flooded her. It was then that Ronan felt the pressure and shouted, Z, come here."

"Hello, my Lord," the voice of the AI boomed into the room. I am coming to call you, and then I will explain the situation to you.

Ronan's eyes remained closed; His face is serious. "What's the state of my heart?"

"The original heart has been removed," Z replied in her quiet, authoritative voice. "We put an artificial heart in you. However, your power is currently limited to 30%. If you exceed that, the heart will fail."

Ronan's hands tightened, but his next question was cold and calculating. "Is it enough to kill Draven?"

The AI paused, analyzing the data before responding. "Yes, my Lord. With the 30% requirement, your powers will be sufficient to take on the Draven. However, caution is advised."

Ronan nodded, but the thirst for revenge burned even hotter inside him.

"Have you been in touch with Dante about the situation in Heaven?" he asked Celia.

Celia's eyes changed, her face a mixture of regret and sadness. "Dante now serves as the Prince of Heaven. Draven is the Lord of Heaven. Dante still doesn't know you're awake. since you are awake i will contact him."

"Stop," Ronan interrupted. "Tell him I died because the heart couldn't hold me. That should put him and Draven in dark."

Celia nodded solemnly, realizing the weight of her decision. She stepped aside to send a message, as Ronan turned to Z.

"What duties have the throne given me to judge the planet? There must be some kind of condition that allows me to return to heaven."

Z's voice came again, cool and methodical. "One of the special duties is to live on earth for 20 years and judge the planet. If you become famous—someone whose name the earth will fear. After 10 years you can go back to heaven for a week. " " .

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Ronan's eyes narrowed as he processed the details. "So, if I pursue these activities, I can go back in ten years?"

"Yes, my Lord. The tasks are designed to ensure that your presence on Earth remains wonderful and also to keep the realms in balance."

Ronan let out a soft growl, his eyes darkening with the promise of revenge. He asked the last question and looked at the AI. "Do I have everything I need to destroy Draven?"

Z replied firmly. "Yes, Your Majesty. The conditions are good, but you must find a way. Although your strength is unmatched, you must control your power to avoid endangering the artificial heart." ."

Ronan nodded his head; His gaze doesn't waver. Then he turned to the others, his voice quiet but focused. "What is the current situation on Earth? How are they progressing?"

Z began to explain the basics of world history, the current situation, and the wars and conflicts that have plagued the planet since its dawn. "Human weapons are becoming more and more advanced. However, no human weapon can threaten you. Even if you faced the entire world in combat, you can easily outmatch them."

Ronan, still dealing with the issues, asked, "How's my heart going? Is it working?"

Gerald, who was nearby, replied, "The heart is powered by removing electricity from your body. We use it to charge the battery that feeds the artificial heart. You will need to replace the battery when it reaches 20% ".

Ronan nodded his head. "Good. Let's rest for now. I'll start making weapons and armor for myself. Are there any suitable items in this earth base?"

Gerald looked at the storage areas. "We have some raw materials, but they're primitive compared to what you're used to."

Ronan's eyes sharpened. "I need the suit—the one I wore before. Give it to me as a base for a new one."

Celia quickly handed the dress to Ronan and he took it. "It's all yours."

Ronan examined the suit, his mind already at work on how to improve it, how to make it stronger, to suit his greatest needs. "I'll bring another one. Celestium, the material used in the original suit, should give me the edge I need."

"Celestium," Gerald repeated, nodding in understanding. "Iron with extraordinary divine strength."

Ronan's eyes shone with the cold, calculated fire of revenge. "It's going to be harder than ever. Now, let's get started."

Using Celestium as a base, Ronan created a new costume. It was smooth, black, and powered by an electrical outlet instead of the original cardiac output. Diamonds infuced for protection, and the design of the dress allowed the look to change depending on the situation. The power outlet also served as a charging station for the heart battery. The suit glows with an ethereal blue light as a constant reminder of its power.

Later he invited Celia and Gerald to a meeting.

"Do we have a company formed?" he asked Celia.

Celia nodded her head. "I built a company that focused on weapons manufacturing. It has been very successful in a war-torn world."

"Good. We need a new id," Ronan said. "One for me, and one for Gerald. Gerald, you'll be working as a doctor at a company-owned hospital. I'll be listed as a patient when needed. And company officials i will need information on them."

Understanding the importance of hiding Ronan's true identity, Celia agreed. "I'll take care of it," he said.

As they finalized the order, Celia looked at Ronan. His voice softened. "How do you feel about all this?"

Ronan paused, his face darkening. "It's true that before it happened I was happy, but now... I feel empty. I watched them die in front of me. I've had an easy life since I was a kid, though." this... this is... the first time I did that I encountered something like this."

Celia listened silently as Ronan continued, her voice cold. "The only thing that kept me alive was the thirst for revenge. Even when my heart was torn, that desire pushed me forward. Now, I have a purpose. I will first finish revenge, then finish My dream of." to ascend the throne Order." be simple: Complete the second task." , go up and kill Draven, go back, finish the judgment of this world, and ascend.

Celia felt the weight of his words, knowing that he could not give her the emotional support she needed. Ronan stood tall, his voice cold and determined. "Let the revenge begin."