The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Klaus had his priorities set, knowing he had to make the most of it. He knew for a fact that Queenie wouldn\'t be becoming his woman anytime soon, but he was enjoying the time he was spending with her, so he didn\'t really care much.

About an hour after he woke up, Queenie arrived for the monastery modeling session, but Klaus knew she had something else in mind. Of course, he had spent the last hour arranging everything with the senior.

Klaus had expected to be told certain things verbally, but to his surprise, the information was transmitted to him by the senior. When Klaus asked why, the senior simply said they were fairy tales, so there was no need to waste time narrating them.

Klaus knew the real reason—it was about the Karma involved—but he wasn\'t too concerned. He had seen how Fruity tanked the Tribulation, and he knew he had to do better. Even though the bead wasn\'t yet active, he had the Lotus Flower, the Flame Dragon, and even the Tribulation Prison.

And if that wasn\'t enough, he also had 120 needles under his control. Those lightning monsters were just another battlefield waiting for him to clear.

"Are you ready for another day?" Klaus asked, turning on the modeling table. Queenie, for some reason, watched his actions quietly, making Klaus turn to look at her.

"You\'re not here to cancel on me, are you?" Klaus asked again.

"No. And yes, I\'m ready to get started," Queenie replied before walking back to the table.

\'There\'s something different about her today,\' Klaus thought, noticing her sudden shift in demeanor. Queenie seemed more reserved, in a down-to-earth kind of way.

Klaus didn\'t know what had happened, but he was sure something was on her mind. However, he wouldn\'t pry until she felt it was okay to share with him.

"By the way, thanks for moving me to my bed yesterday," Klaus said with a smile.

"It wasn\'t me," Queenie replied.

"Then extend my gratitude to whoever did. Tell them I said they\'re the best," Klaus smiled before pulling up the project he was working on.

"What are we working on today?" Queenie asked.

"I\'ll be building a temple. You can just stay beautiful and watch me work," Klaus said with a grin, knowing the next phase wouldn\'t really need her expertise—she\'d only be needed for the flowers.

Queenie smiled slightly but didn\'t say anything. Klaus resumed his work, starting to build the Soul Temple where he had obtained the Nine Divine Soul Beads Art. He also planned to put some skills and techniques there—for sale, of course, but he had more plans in mind.

"So, want to hear about the Immortal who came down from the Immortal Realm to hunt down a thief who stole her heart?" Klaus asked with a playful smile.

Queenie\'s eyes perk hearing what he had just said. She nodded slightly ready to hear about this mysterious Immortal and the Thief who was bold enough to steal from her.

Klaus smiled and then began the epic tail.

"Long ago, in the highest realm of immortals, there was an Immortal woman named Elara. She was known for her beauty and unmatched strength on the battlefield. However, her heart was cold—untouched by love for centuries. No one could get close to her, not mortals, not gods.

She ruled over the Immortal Realm with elegance, her dominion spreading far and wide. But there was one thing she kept hidden: a heart made of pure crystal, locked away in a temple, guarded by the fiercest of celestial beasts."

Klaus paused, glancing at Queenie to see if she was following, and she was. Her eyes were fixed on him, curious.

"Enters the thief," Klaus continued. "A man named Darion. He was a mortal, quick with his hands, quicker with his wit, and notorious for stealing treasures no one else dared to even look at. His reputation spread across realms, and soon enough, he heard about Elara\'s heart—a prize unlike any other. The heart of an Immortal."

He smiled, watching Queenie closely.

"Of course, Darion didn\'t know the full story. He thought it was just another priceless artifact, hidden away in a sacred temple. So, one moonless night, he slipped into the Immortal Realm. Avoiding the celestial guards, he broke into the temple, and there it was—Elara\'s heart, gleaming under the soft glow of the moonlight, encased in crystal."

Queenie leaned in slightly, her interest piqued.

"But as Darion touched the heart, something happened. The moment his fingers brushed against it, he felt an overwhelming warmth surge through him. It wasn\'t just a treasure—it was alive, pulsing with emotion, with life.

However, in that instant, Elara knew. She felt it, miles away in her palace. She felt a strange sensation she hadn\'t felt in eons—her heart, missing, her coldness melting."

"Did he steal it?" Queenie asked softly, already invested.

Klaus grinned.

"Oh, he did. He wrapped it in silk and fled the temple. But the moment he did, Elara descended from the skies, her fury, unlike anything the realms had ever seen. She appeared before him, her silver hair flowing like a storm, eyes burning with rage.

[Return what you\'ve taken!] she commanded, her voice shaking the heavens."

Queenie\'s breath hitched slightly, absorbed in the story.

"But Darion, ever the charmer, didn\'t flinch. He looked at her, and for the first time, Elara saw something different in his eyes—something more than greed. He wasn\'t afraid of her. And that confused her.

[Why should I?] he asked with a smirk. [You never used it anyway.]"

Queenie raised an eyebrow. "Bold."

"Very," Klaus agreed.

"So what happened next" She asked

"Elara was furious. But instead of striking him down, she hesitated. For the first time in centuries, someone had spoken to her, not as a goddess, but as a woman. And Darion... well, he couldn\'t help but be captivated by her beauty, her strength. He didn\'t know what he was getting into."

"And so began their chase. Darion ran, but Elara was never far behind. Across mountains, oceans, and dimensions, she pursued him, demanding her heart back. But as the days passed, something changed between them.

"Their chase became something more. Elara, once cold and distant, began to smile—at first, a small smile, then something warmer. And Darion, who once sought only riches, found himself more interested in Elara herself.

She was no longer just the Immortal whose heart he had stolen. She was Elara, the woman he had somehow fallen for."

"Did she ever get her heart back?" Queenie asked, her voice soft.

Klaus smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"That\'s the thing. She didn\'t need it back. Because Darion, without knowing it, had given her something else. He\'d awakened feelings she\'d long forgotten, a warmth she thought she\'d never feel again. And as for Darion, well, he realized that the greatest treasure he\'d ever stolen wasn\'t her heart—it was her love."

Queenie blinked, clearly the story was having some impact on her. "So, what happened next?"

Klaus grinned.

"They kept running. But this time, together. Darion still had her heart, but she didn\'t mind anymore. They became partners in crime, slipping through the realms, outwitting gods and mortals alike.

And as the legend goes, they were never caught—not because no one could catch them, but because they had finally found something worth running for."

Queenie smiled, the hint of warmth in her expression unmistakable. "Not bad," she said softly. "Not bad at all."

"Glad you enjoyed it," Klaus replied, returning to his work, but not before giving her a wink. "Maybe one day I\'ll tell you how it ends."

"Wait, that Is not the ending" Queenie asked clearly hungry for more.

"Oh my dear, there is more to just a mortal and an immortal running around stealing from demons and gods alike," Klaus said with a grin.

"I want to hear it, "Queenie said and for the first time, Klaus saw some emotions in her eyes.

"No can do my Overlord" But he wasn\'t falling for that.

"You..." Queenie pointed but Klaus just laughed as he focused on bringing out the finest details of the Soul Temple. Clearly, he had accomplished yet another task.