saga_of_vish_x

In a world where power is built on shadows and secrets, the ultimate throne is not just a seat of authority—it is the key to controlling everything. Hidden from history, this throne has silently dictated wars, economies, and the fate of empires. Now, the race to claim it has begun.

A man with a past buried in blood and deception, finds himself entangled in a deadly game of loyalty and betrayal. What starts as a mission for vengeance turns into a battle for supremacy, as he navigates a labyrinth of powerful adversaries—each willing to kill for a place at the top. With enemies lurking in the dark and allies who may not be what they seem, that man must decide: will he manipulate the game or become a pawn in it?

But power never comes without a price. Every step he takes brings him closer to the throne—yet further from his soul. And in this battle, only one rule remains: Win or be erased from history.

Race for the secret throne

As AK entered his cabin, a hurried voice called out behind him.

Turning around, AK saw a young man approaching quickly, looking tense and restless.

"Sir, your documents—I need them to prepare the departure report and update the crew list," the man said breathlessly.

AK held up a hand. "Relax. Take a deep breath first. Do you need some water?"

"No, thanks, sir," the man replied.

AK studied him for a second. "What's your rank?"

"Oh, okay." AK nodded and handed over his documents.

"Thank you, sir," Anish said quickly before rushing off, still looking uneasy.

AK frowned. Why does he seem so nervous? Does he know something? Is he hiding something?

Curious, he decided to follow Anish, keeping a distance as the Third Officer headed straight to the ship's office. As AK approached, he heard Captain Abraham's voice—sharp and reprimanding.

"You don't know how to handle a simple task? Look at yourself! You're nervous. What do you think people will assume? That you've done something wrong? That you're hiding something? Even if you're scared, you must remain calm and composed. An officer should never look guilty."

AK listened carefully before stepping into the office. "Excuse me, sir."

Abraham paused, his sharp gaze shifting to AK. "Chief, tell me—how does he look?"

AK glanced at Anish, hesitating before responding. "Hmm… good."

Abraham sighed. "Not good-looking or bad-looking, Chief! I mean, how does he seem to you right now?"

AK smirked. "Like a guy who just stole something and ran away."

Abraham turned to Anish. "Exactly! You're an officer. Carry yourself with pride. Stand tall, be composed, and act like an officer, understood?"

"Yes, sir," Anish replied, looking embarrassed.

"Now go. Finish the necessary documents for departure."

"Yes, sir." Anish quickly left the office.

AK leaned against the doorframe, watching him go. So, that's why the captain scolded him. Looks like Abraham isn't too bad.

Abraham turned back to AK. "What are you thinking, Chief?"

"Good. I've checked everything so far, and it all matches. Get some rest when you can—things are going to get hectic at port."

AK nodded. As he left the office, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Anish's nervousness than just inexperience.

Chapter 6: A Nervous Officer