As for the political relationship between Vita City-State and the other kingdoms, it was neutral, to say the least. Many had interests in the City-State as they had sent their Royal family branches there to procreate and grow.
As such, they dared not fall out of grace with them, despite how badly many of them had been fleeced before they could rent land.
Only Sturgehaven Kingdom and a few neighboring Kingdoms had been wise enough to show friendliness to Draco from the onset, so they had been treated rather well.
Draco put the matters of Vita City-State aside, because today he was visited by soone interesting. Draco went to sit on his throne in the Aether Hall, with Riveting Night, Hikari, Roma, and Zaine in their own thrones as they all gazed down on a certain person who was also seated across them.
It was an extrely handso man who looked to be in his early thirties. He had neatly combed black hair that was coated with a hair gel that made it shine, his dark brown eyes carrying hints of extre intelligence.
His skin tone was extrely light, almost to the point of being pale and his face was well-structured with thin lips and an average-sized nose. He wore a tight black vest and close-fitting khaki shorts that highlighted his toned body.
However, the fellow had only stared at what lay in the arms of Zaine all this while, not even sparing a glance towards Draco and his posse of beauties.
"What brings you here, phisto?" Draco asked as he tapped his throne lightly with a frown.
phisto ignored Draco and remained fixated on his grandson who was in the arms of Zaine. His arrogant voice sounded out after so silence.
"Is that my grandson?" He directly asked Zaine.
Zaine smirked and answered his query. "He is the son of Draco and I, yes."
phisto’s eyebrows furrowed from the way his daughter had answered his question. The very fact that she was still seated over there and not with him made him unhappy deep down.
According to the original plan, she should have snuck away after taking his seed and given birth to the child in the Devil Realm. He had ways to retrieve his still Rank 1 daughter as long as he paid a high price.
Transporting over the two of them would be much harder, but he could still afford to fork over a seriously damaging price to do so. However, from the way she behaved, he had the premonition his daughter wouldn’t co willingly.
phisto finally turned to Draco and observed him. The current Draco was imnsely different from the one he had encountered when the Immortal Adventurers had just arrived fresh into their world.
Still, anything below Rank 7 was just a plaything to phisto. As such, he shook his head and spoke to the fellow calmly. "My grandson and my daughter shall be returning with to the Devil World this instant. Make it so."
The room went silent as everyone was stunned, then they burst into laughter. phisto frowned at their reaction to his demand, but if soone were to find out that so re germs had made him act, he would beco a laughing stock.
"Is there a problem?" The Devil King asked lightly.
"Well for one, have you asked your daughter whether she wants to follow you back?" Draco replied with amus.e.m.e.nt.
phisto turned to face Zaine and scoffed. "Of course, she would. There is no reason why my daughter would choose to stay with a Rank 1 weakling like you over her family."
Draco also couldn’t be bothered to get angry with this fellow whose head was so far up the clouds of arrogance that he could no longer see sense. "Fine. I’m not holding her hostage. If she wants to leave on her own accord, she can do so whenever she wants."
"Zaine, let us leave, we have a limited ti-fra to return to our howorld." phisto said imposingly.
Zaine shook her head, an action that made her father frown even harder. "I have no wish to return to the Devil World anyti soon. You can return and rest assured that I’ll bring my son to visit the ancestral ho to see his family once he is older."
phisto was silent for a long ti as he looked at Zaine, then Draco, then Zaine again. Then he also burst into laughter as if he had discovered the most amusing joke ever.
"So, you of all people have been enchanted by this bloke? What exactly does he possess that managed to make you submit fully?" phisto asked with curiosity.
Zaine was the least promiscuous of his three girls, but the most intelligent as well as the most confident one. Her single vice was her laziness, for which he partially blad himself for tolerating it.
To make a woman like her submit, phisto was unsure if he - during his youth - could do so in such a short amount of ti.
Hence, despite his endless arrogance - or maybe because of it - he realized that there was more to Draco than his initial analysis. Not only that, but he could sense an aura from his grandson that made his whole-body shiver, which was why he could not stop looking at the boy.
Zaine turned to Draco and waited for him to speak. Draco understood that to those lofty Rank 7 existences talk was cheap, so he directly released his bloodline aura and gave phisto a full blast.
To a normal person, his aura would feel like a cold breeze or might not even do anything to them unless they had any relation to it, but to phisto, it was like being hit by a truck.
He was sent flying back a few ters before he crashed down to the ground, his body struggling to rise. This was obviously not his true body but a re Rank 1 Avatar he had sent over to et his daughter.
Yet he was still shocked by the intensity of Draco’s bloodline. phisto was the leader of an entire race, and despite his fatal flaw of arrogance, he still had the qualifications to be a leader.
He understood why Zaine would submit to Draco and why his grandson’s aura was so stifling to him. It was because the father of the child himself had even purer devil blood than he, the Devil King, himself!
No, that’s not entirely correct, phisto realized as his eyes narrowed. Draco’s devil blood was not purer than his, because It was mixed with Draconic blood, corrupted angelic blood and even... demon blood!
The reason why he felt it was purer was because it was a stronger variation of the devil blood. His devil blood purity was considerable, but phisto’s was technically higher.
However, Draco’s blood was like an archaic or archetypal form of the devil blood, while phisto’s was a more modern version that had evolved to suit the current tis.
Neither version was better on paper actually. Draco’s devil blood boasted insane raw power for the abilities of their race, but had little versatility. The current devil blood had extre versatility but nowhere near as much power as Draco’s blood.
Basically, Draco’s blood was like a nuke whereas phisto’s was like an everchanging weapon. Draco had insane power, but when it erupted, it was hard to control, probably hurting anyone and everyone indiscriminately.
phisto’s was much weaker, but it was refined, allowing him to use multiple weapons and ans to take down targets with extre precision and in any way he wanted.
This might be why Draco never used the Devil Aspect of his bloodline, which was the General Aspect. He could barely stay in his ’Ultimate Devil’ form for more than three split seconds, so that was obvious.
phisto’s eyes then landed on his grandson and his blood ran cold. So then, what would be the result if the raw nuclear-like power of Draco’s devil blood and phisto’s refined and versatile blood that focused on precision were mixed in one person?
Now, it was clear why Zaine was so crazy over Draco, and why she was sure their child would be a Supre Devil. She had the best bloodline concentration of phisto’s daughters because she was one of Crysta’s first children, and she made sure to infuse a lot of her Source Origin into her son.
Draco’s bloodline made phisto feel pain and shock, but that was it, whereas the aura of the child made him experience true instinctual fear, like he was a mortal staring into the eyes of a God.
Suddenly, phisto’s mind clicked, and his shocked expression lightened up. Every ounce of arrogance left his body as he focused on Draco solemnly.
"Draco, do you understand who and what your son is?" He asked seriously.
Draco was taken aback by phisto’s change in tone and behavior. However, he still answered the question truthfully.
"Is he not a Supre Devil?"
After all, that was what Zaine kept saying, so he thought it was a significant or special term in their race. Could it be that it was just an estimation Zaine made based on conjectures?
"Supre Devil..." phisto muttered this and gazed at his daughter before returning his focus to Draco.
"Our race does have the concept of a ’Supre Devil’, but that would be a term best used for you, not your son. Your son is a second-generation who inherited the best aspects of his parents’ blood that is already at its best state."
phisto shook his head. "Have you heard of Primogenitors?"
Draco nodded. "In terms of racial State of Being, the highest for Dragons is the Primogenitor Dragon. In terms of Tradeskills, there are 10 Grandmasters, 5 Gods, and 1 Primogenitor."
"As such, I hypothesize that a ’Primogenitor’ equates to an Origin God level existence."
Draco glanced at Loki, who was silently watching his grandfather, feeling a sense of familiarity by the aura he exuded, before looking back at phisto.
"So, my son is an existence at that level in terms of the Devil Race?"
"I believe so. He should have the potential to easily beco a True God upon maturity and grow further into an Origin God with a little more effort." phisto answered with a slight nod.
Draco beca silent and so did his won. At this mont, each of them began to realize how crazy their existence was when paired with Draco. When they mated to bear offspring, these offspring ended up leagues above even they, the parents.
If Draco’s bloodline was just one aspect, it wouldn’t be a problem. For example, if he was pure Black Dragon, things would have been much simpler.
However, at 99% purity - and being what was essentially Lucifer’s perfect clone down to the atoms even - he had harnessed too much raw power in him.
As Lucifer had claid, the 9 Original Humans had rely been overpowered children with too much power and very little control. This effect had bled down onto Draco and Eva, as well as Local Lord.
So, when Draco implanted his powerful bloodline into a companion with a genetic structure that not only ford a resonance with one of his bloodline’s aspects, but could rge together to form sothing stronger, how could such an offspring be simple?
In most stories and ani Draco had consud back when he had still been a cowardly loser, he had seen many plots like this, where the main character would have a child stronger than them or be the child of so expert who had t an unfair demise.
However, it was almost always just one parent that was outstanding. Whether it was the father or mother, one of them would have so overpowered heritage or ability that they would pass down, while the other parent would be more normal.
This would form a perfect balance, allowing the child to have great power but still retain the core features of a human, especially in the weak early years.
Even the Lineages were a perfect example of this. However, Draco had gone to gather four won of extrely outstanding origins, talent, and beauty, filling them with his evil seed.
Now that they had sprouted, it turned out that so things didn’t just equate a result as simple as 1 1=2. They didn’t just add the two effects of each parents’ bloodline and got the ’double version’.
Instead, it ended up being an exponential increase, to the point where becoming an a.d.u.l.t assured becoming a True God, and if phisto was right, a little effort was all it would take to beco an Origin God.
An Origin God!
This wasn’t the Xianxia section of Boundless where there was a higher realm with even more experts and better laws/energy etc. Western Fantasy was one fixed universe with a clear ceiling that was extrely hard to reach precisely because it was limited.
Draco or Eva, without their bloodlines, would never be able to beco True Gods, much less Origin Gods, even if they were reincarnators with all their knowledge.
This was why in Draco’s original plan, he had planned to Reach Rank 7 and head to other worlds to experience them as well as acc.u.mulate power. He had rejected having a Divine Foundation in the forr Vita Settlent, as well as chosen a Divine treasure Chest over a Divine Emblem because of this, among other reasons.
However, there was a key factor that Draco had forgotten to account for when he went spurting his DNA into such innocent beauties like the monster he was, which was his bloodline’s classification!
In truth, 99% bloodline ant that he should be an Origin God at best, or a Semi-Origin God at worst in his various racial State of Beings. The sa went for Eva, who was closing in on 99% currently.
That was why their General Aspect transformation was so powerful that even Little Rila was enamored.
So why wasn’t he at that level? It was due to the laws and chanics of the ga! One would be capped at the level just before Divinity, having to cross that final step on their own!
Hikari with two parents at True God or above also faced this problem. She was born at the Supre Rank, but was never able to enter Divinity despite everything saying that she should.
So, both Rosella and Loki ca out swallowing Aetheric Energy like it was water because they were existences higher than Aether (Legendary), probably closing in on Gods (Divine).
Unlike Hikari who was capped at the Supre Rank even in a.d.u.l.thood, his children would apparently beco True Gods with the passage of ti even if they ate and slept all their lives.
Truly, this was the power of the second generation! Based on the hardsh.i.p.s of their parents in carving out so wealth, the pampered second generation would grow in the best conditions and never understand hard work or pain.
Draco leaned back in his throne and gathered his scattered thoughts and analysis. "What do you suggest we do for Loki?"
"Loki, huh? A fitting na, as I sense endless mischief from the boy..." phisto uttered under his breath. The little boy let out a laughter. Was it because he understood what they said, or simply because he had heard his na?
He raised his head and gazed at Draco. "I don’t have any solid ideas, to be frank.
Draco was surprised by this, and even Zaine tilted her head. While she might be headstrong and troubleso, she still respected her father greatly for his power and foresight.
phisto saw their expressions and smiled bitterly. "How do you expect a re housecat to raise a tiger?"
Draco frowned deeply, because phisto had a point. In fact, if phisto was a housecat, then Draco himself would be like a lynx. A lynx raising a tiger would certainly be...
"So, what do we do then?" Draco asked.
Draco was not so headstrong to pretend he was the world’s greatest dad from the onset. phisto had a family of sons and daughters who had his pure bloodline, each with different personalities and traits.
Of course, the underlying value was that they were all extre troublemakers. He would certainly benefit by seeking his (father-in-law?) advice on the matter.
phisto thought deeply for a minute, looking and Rosella and then Loki. "Can you furnish on the details of yourself and your won. If you feel I am untrustworthy, I am willing to sign a contract on the matter."
"No need. Zaine can explain everything." Draco suggested with a shake of his hands. Now that Zaine had given birth to Loki, his relationship with phisto was one of family.
Putting aside harming him, it was more likely that phisto would do everything in his power to nurture Loki.
The little chap represented the apex of Devils, and a chance for them to get a permanent ho on the main plane, as well as a place among the Gods.
Zaine quickly brought phisto up to speed on the circ.u.mstances surrounding Draco, Eva, Hikari, and Roma. Once phisto heard everything, his whole deanor changed.
He then nodded heavily. "Draco, your best bet would be to sprout your main world and hide all four of them inside at all tis. You must keep all your powerful children away from the world for a long period of ti. Until they are mature or preferably until they have control over their powers."
"Listen to , let their mothers raise them. They are the best choice for the matter, and they will do a better job than you. Crysta raised most of our children as well, and she ensured stability as well as enough attention for each child."
"A miracle mothers are if you ask ..." phisto uttered under his breath.
"Your task is to grow in power. No matter how talented you are, you need the power to ensure a peaceful life. The sa parties that support you today could betray you tomorrow. This was sothing I learned the hard way." phisto added with a sharp gaze.
"I will go back to our realm and send so of my capable sons over to teach my grandson every aspect of being a Devil as well as how to harness his power. Just because he has unlimited potential doesn’t an he should squander it. We don’t want him to end up too much like his mother, do we?"
"This is my suggestion. What do you think?" phisto concluded solemnly.
"A sound plan. I have no qualms with your advice whatsoever." Draco assented with a smile.
"A fine and decisive man. Truly soone who will reach the pinnacle." phisto praised with respect.
Zaine smiled and even Loki laughed when they felt the mood lighten up. Soon, phisto left after discussing so plans with Draco and leaving a ring behind, which would allow Draco to contact him directly, but the fellow stayed on his throne.
Once again, the room felt heavy as a new entity entered the area, but this person was on a level far above phisto.
The Gods’ Envoy was here!
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