Just like a worm, Sinbad rolled on the ground and shouted.
"Haha!"
For his youngest son’s seemingly fine goals and pursuits, Alexander responded with a sneer,
"As long as you don’t get killed, I’ll be satisfied."
Due to Sinbad’s overly abstract and ridiculous behavior, Alexander no longer held any expectations for him. As long as he was alive and lived like a person, that was enough.
"How could that be? Dad, you’re underestimating . There’s no one in this world who can kill ."
Sinbad was full of confidence, having a full understanding of himself,
"So, gear up and let go challenge the Holy Tower. I will definitely obtain the Holy Dragon True Blood!"
"What’s your purpose for obtaining the True Blood?"
"Of course, to win."
"And after you win?"
"Naturally, to try pursuing love. I’ve researched it, this type of girl’s personality is competitive. As long as I can defeat her in a fair match, she’ll surely have a favorable impression of ."
Sinbad’s eyes sparkled with confidence, brimming with assurance.
Crunch~
The sound of tal twisting and joints tightening echoed together as the Golden Dragon Lord clenched his fist. Just after venting his anger, there were signs of it reigniting,
"She’s your junior!"
"She was born nearly thirty years before , how is she a junior?"
"You are both mbers of the Augustus family!"
"So what? I specifically checked, and the gap between us exceeds four generations. Not even the Holy Dragon Code would prevent us from being together!"
Sinbad argued confidently.
"The code can’t stop you, but I can!"
Alexander’s eyes flared up again as he tugged the chains in his hand, sending the freshly recovered Sinbad soaring through the air.
"I’d rather die than submit!"
Suffering through pain, Sinbad obstinately refused to admit fault, which only resulted in Alexander hitting him harder.
In large families, marriage within the clan was commonplace. According to the Holy Dragon Code, even if there were blood relations, marriage was allowed beyond three generations. But where’s the logic in a senior marrying a junior?
If word got out, wouldn’t it be a laughingstock?
"Why can’t I marry her?"
Suffering several beatings, Sinbad was quite resentful. Though the matter had so moral blemishes, legally, there was no problem. He couldn’t understand why his father was beating him for it.
"Why should you marry her?"
"Because I love her!"
"Love? You’re rely driven by lust. If she wasn’t good-looking, would you give her a second glance?"
Alexander scoffed, hitting the nail on the head. He’s well aware of his youngest son’s nature.
"She’s beautiful, why shouldn’t I like her? It’s her fault for being so good-looking! I’m in love!"
"Ha!"
Hearing such shaless words, Alexander laughed angrily,
"Want to marry her, then defeat her first!"
"I’m going to challenge the Holy Tower."
Sinbad’s goal was clear because he had heard that all beings who obtained the Holy Dragon True Blood would see a substantial increase in power upon rging with the True Blood.
"Go!"
Alexander retracted the chains, suddenly coming to terms. Since his goal was to defeat Astraea, let him do it first. The matters afterward can wait until he wins.
Initially, Alexander hoped his son wouldn’t lose to that Chosen One born with dual powers, but now he didn’t think the brat had any chance of winning.
He held no expectations of victory for his youngest son and instead hoped the brat would lose more disastrously; as long as he stayed alive, that was fine.
"Then give equipnt!"
"Here, take it."
Alexander threw the chain in his hand under Sinbad’s feet.
"Just this?"
"Only this chain. Take it if you want, or face the Holy Tower without it. Don’t expect any support from !"
"You’re stingy!"
Sinbad muttered under his breath, but faced with his angry father, he had no choice but to bend down, pull a piece of carpet to wrap around his waist, and casually take the chain, which was actually a belt.
Even if it’s useless, there’s no harm in taking it. It can be sold to rchants for so money or offered to beautiful girls in exchange for their affection.
Alexander didn’t hold any expectations for his son’s declaration of challenging the Holy Tower either, since the first Holy Radiance Tower was completed outside the Royal City five years ago.
When the Holy Tower was initially constructed, daily challengers were nurous, numbering over a thousand, because whoever cleared the Tower would beco the favored of the Holy Dragon, and it was said that at minimum, they could beco a legend.
However, as ti passed, the number of challengers gradually decreased. Although so ignorant individuals still entered the Holy Tower daily, most chose to give up.
Initially, without understanding the Holy Tower and only knowing the highest rewards for clearing it, many blindly confident people entered to challenge it.
Yet as more failed, and people were thrown out from the Tower, information about the Holy Tower leaked out. All those with self-awareness and rationality chose to give up upon understanding the Holy Tower.
Though it was the rciful Holy Dragon Emperor who designed and built the Tower, challengers still had to wager their lives. Upon failing the Tower challenge, there’s a possibility that life could be left as the price.
While most are transported out after failing, the protective chanisms for challengers aren’t adequate, unable to ensure complete safety.
This is one of the Tower’s shortcomings, but most people have nothing to say about it. Given such a high return rate, if there weren’t such dire consequences, tens of thousands of people would likely flood into the Holy Tower each day.
On this day, five years later, every challenger setting foot in the Holy Tower has either prepared thoroughly or possesses significant experience.
Not all challengers aim to be the favored of the Holy Dragon; this goal is too far-reaching for most.
Today’s challengers are more interested in the treasures hidden throughout the Holy Tower, as comfort rewards for brave challenges despite failure.
The towering Tower rises into the clouds, seemingly extending to the heavens, a stairway to ascend to the Gods Realm’s peak. It’s a Miracle Tower whose top can’t be seen with re human eyes.
It’s said the Holy Dragon True Blood is at the Tower’s summit, but until now, no one has reached the top level, and how many levels the Tower has remains unclear. So say fifty, others ninety-nine, and so one hundred and one.
"So many people!"
The scantily clad youth shaded his eyes with his hand, gazing up at the Tower. In the Grandia Palace, the slender Tower looked grand, but standing before it, its imnse size was fully revealed. Just the first level alone had sixteen entrances.
"Holy Blood, here I co!"
The ambitious youth strode toward the Tower. However, his scantily clad appearance, with only a carpet around his waist, attracted many challengers’ attention as soon as he appeared.
Thus, the blonde, blue-eyed Prince of Lust was quickly recognized, with various gazes filled with envy, jealousy, caution, hostility, and curiosity upon him.
"What are you looking at? Do you think I’m here to find won?"
Facing nurous gazes, Sinbad boldly retorted with hands on his hips.
No one responded. Although this prince had an extrely poor reputation among the masses, his scandalous love stories were countless, the main character of many nightti plays not suitable for minors. Yet his royal identity was indisputable.
"Tch!"
Without the imagined slap-in-the-face scenario, Sinbad exhaled in dissatisfaction. Then, carrying his father’s sole gift, he burst into the Tower.
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