??Chapter 1029: Chapter 1116: I Want to be the Family Head
Chapter 1029: Chapter 1116: I Want to be the Family Head
Regret flickered in the eyes of the Golden Dragon Mother. She hadn’t considered exploiting martial arts in this way. Although it was late to realize this, there wasn’t much to be upset about.
Because of Muria’s identity, he could control the federation’s top clans through his Martial Arts Dharma Aspect, but if she expanded her influence in the sa way, she couldn’t achieve the sa favorable results as Muria.
Ding Ding!
Just then, an urgent notification sound rang out. The Golden Dragon Mother was slightly startled, and she instinctively looked around before realizing it wasn’t her ssage,
“Muria, soone sent you a ssage.”
“Hmm, I heard it.” Muria tapped the notification that popped up on the screen of the communicator and then saw its contents, his lips imdiately curving up into a smile.
“Who’s ssaging you, making you smile like that? Is it a girl? If so, I might have to tell Michaela about it.” Seeing Muria’s increasingly radiant smile, the Golden Dragon Mother asked with raised eyebrows and a playful look on her face.
“Don’t talk nonsense, an elder from the Douglas family sent
an invitation to have dinner,”
Muria replied, sowhat helplessly rolling his eyes as he explained after hearing what the Golden Dragon Mother said.
“Oh ho, don’t think I don’t know what humans in this world get up to when it cos to eating, you’d better behave and not do anything beyond eating,”
“Don’t you think you’re worrying a bit too much?”
“If you think I’m being too nosy, then fine, give
so hush money, and I’ll stop ddling in your affairs. No matter how you fool around in this world, I won’t tell Michaela, how about that?”
“Get lost, I haven’t done anything, why should I give you hush money?” Muria said, looking at the Golden Dragon Mother who was always ready to fleece him, with a look of disgust on his face.
“If you wait until after you’ve done sothing to give it, the hush money will go up, you know? Don’t you want to think about it?”
“I have no money, don’t co to , go to my father.” Muria stood up, picked up the communicator, and then greeted, “I’m off to dinner now, we’ll talk so other ti.”
“Don’t do anything unnecessary, you know I’m always watching you,” the Golden Dragon Mother reminded Muria with a soft voice.
“Hmph!” Muria snorted twice, dismissively, and shut off the communicator.
…
“It’s a pleasure to et you for the first ti, Jelos. I’m Abilos, currently serving as the ruling elder of the clan.”
When Muria followed the invitation to a private room in a luxurious hotel, a seemingly amiable brown-haired middle-aged man imdiately ca over and extended his hand to Muria.
“Elder Abilos, pleasure to et you.” Seeing the seemingly kind elder’s extended hand, Muria reached out and shook it.
“Even though I already knew you were very young, it’s still unbelievable to see you in person. A seventeen-year-old Martial Supre, it’s just unimaginable,”
The elder, still holding Muria’s hand, examined his face and then exclaid in admiration.
“My son is about your age, but he’s achieved nothing. If he were half, no, one-tenth as excellent as you, I would be satisfied.”
“You flatter , I’ve just been a little more diligent in my practice,” Muria said modestly.
“Jelos, I didn’t expect soone as young and accomplished as you to be so approachable. It’s a pleasant surprise; I thought I’d et an arrogant and brash youth today.”
“With only these modest accomplishnts, what is there to be arrogant about?” Muria shook his head.
“You really are modest. Co, please take a seat.”
…Following that, amidst the clinking of glasses and chatter, Muria and the elder talked about all sorts of disjointed and irrelevant matters in the private room. After more than an hour had passed, the elder finally revealed the real purpose of inviting Muria.
“Jelos, I’ve heard that your Martial Arts Dharma Aspect can endow power to soone who has never practiced before; is this true?”
“Of course.” Seeing the elder, who had finally gotten to the point, Muria responded with a smile, pleased that he had a fish on the hook.
“But I’ve also heard that giving your power to others doesn’t seem to take much out of you, is that true?” There was a suitably curious look on Abilos’s face.
“Of course,” Muria’s smile slowly faded, “it’s not.”
“Ah!” Abilos’s face stiffened slightly, “It seems that I’ve been misinford, sorry about that. I had hoped to ask you to demonstrate for .”
“Why do you think it’s such an easy thing to let soone who doesn’t train or make any effort effortlessly gain power?”
“Indeed, how could such a thing be easy? Turning soone without Star talent into an official Star Armor Master, no one has managed to achieve this to date.”
“That’s why I won’t easily give my power to others.” People don’t cherish what they get for no reason; this is a very simple truth, and naturally, Muria understands it.
“Then, since that’s the case, I wonder what kind of price I would have to pay for you to separate a part of your power and bestow it upon one of my kin.”
“Elder Abilos, do you know of my recent pursuits and goals?” Muria didn’t answer his question but asked in return.
“I really don’t know that.” Abilos forced a smile. I just t you today, and I haven’t had much understanding of you, how would I know your goals? Asking
such a question, aren’t you making things difficult for ?
“My recent goal is to beco the clan head.” Muria stated his intentions without hesitation.
“…” Abilos listened with a smile, but when he heard what Muria had said, his expression gradually beca frozen, “Wait, what did you just say? I don’t think I heard you clearly.”
“I said, I want to beco the clan head.” Muria looked at Abilos and repeated, “Heard it clearly this ti?”
“…” Elder Abilos fell silent. If it were any other seventeen-year-old clan mber besides Muria saying this to him, he would have slapped them already.
Do you think you are sothing special? Becoming the clan head isn’t sothing just anyone can aspire to. Don’t you consider whether you are cut out for this before dreaming of becoming the clan head?
But sitting in front of him was the most talented and gifted Martial Artist since the catastrophe 300 years ago, a Martial Supre now comparable to a Titled Star Armor Master.
With his current identity and status, saying such a thing had a completely different effect and was a trendous shock to the elder who sought favors from Muria.
“You’re not joking?”
“Of course not. With my current identity, is it so outrageous to want to be the clan head?”
“Not at all.” After hearing Muria confirm once more, Abilos slowly exhaled, beginning to consider Muria’s thoughts and the possibility of his success.
Then, the elder was shocked to realize that this seventeen-year-old youth had a very high probability of realizing such a thought because in the Douglas clan, the capable rise to the top. Simply put, the strongest and most capable person can beco the clan head.
In the current generation of the Douglas clan, no, within the entire generation of the federation, no one could compare to Muria. Thus, when he voiced his desire to beco the clan head, besides himself and ti, there seed no other factors that could stop him.
“So, I would like to ask for your support when I compete for the clan head position. In return for your support, I will bestow my power upon the person you choose.”
“No problem.” The elder quickly gave a clear answer after silently calculating the odds of Muria becoming the next clan head.
“In that case, call out your kin. Since you’ve invited
here, I assu your kin must be waiting not far from this place!”
“Allen, get out here now.” Upon hearing Muria’s words, the elder imdiately switched to a stern face and shouted toward a nearby compartnt.
“I heard you, no need to shout.” A young man with hair dyed in various colors entered the room, pushing open the door of the compartnt following the elder’s voice.
“You…” Seeing his son’s appearance, Abilos’s face turned ashen. “Didn’t I tell you to dye your hair back and clean yourself up to look presentable?”
“Tch, what does it matter? The person I’m eting today is about my age, not so old relic like you. Why be so serious?” said the youth, dressed in tattered clothes that could perhaps be called fashionable or artistic, and he chuckled. Then he looked at Muria sitting aside, “Right, bro?”
“Is this your son?” Muria didn’t pay any attention to the young man but directed his gaze at the elder, whose expression had turned particularly ugly,
“Yes, I apologize for the embarrassnt.”
“Your body seems fine; why not have another? This kind of waste can be thrown straight into the trash or dropped off at an orphanage. Why bring him in front of
to lose face?”
“…” Abilos’s face began to darken.
“Do you have any other children?” Muria asked, “Choose soone else. My power won’t be conferred to such a person; that would be an insult to .”
“He’s my only son.” The elder’s body was beginning to tremble, not towards Muria, but because of his good-for-nothing son.
“Oh,” Muria nodded, “In that case, I’ll bestow the power upon you. Or, I could give you so ti to have another, how about that?”
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