Chapter 51: Chapter 22, Father and Son
"Alright, I’ll call you father for now. Can you tell , what kind of world is this? What the hell am I supposed to do here?!"
"I think I’ve already ntioned it in your dreams." The gentle voice was unperturbed.
"No! That’s too vague and stupid! I’ve felt your power, it’s enough to purify the entire world! What exactly do you want
to do here? I need you to tell
personally! In your own words!" Laine shouted towards the direction of the golden radiance, his face flushed. "I don’t want to play a ga of Dragon Quest with you! I just want to go ho! Go back to that place and continue my life as a salaryman!"
"You can’t go back, neither can I, we’re both trapped here." The gentle voice echoed, seemingly filled with pity: "Since you appeared before , only two outcos await you. One is being torn to shreds in the spatial storm or becoming a delicacy for the Evil God. You’re very lucky; you’re the second kind."
"Aren’t you always sitting on that Golden Toilet, enjoying the worship of the masses, father? And now you don’t even want to co out and personally see the son you’ve just recognized?" Laine suddenly laughed, his face full of sarcasm, lacking any respect for his father.
"The corpse on the Golden Throne is rely the shackles that imprison , my son." The golden figure slowly approached.
He was a man of unparalleled majesty and a grand physique, seemingly exceeding the limits of human height, conservatively estimated at over two ters and eighty centiters. His black, middle-parted long hair swayed along the golden light, held in place by a laurel-shaped headband.
He wore a suit of golden battle armor, with a golden falcon on its chest spreading its wings, poised to fly. The entire armor was crafted from so unknown golden tal, with intricate feather patterns sprawling all over and extending to the eagle statue on his right shoulder. The man held a giant sword burning with golden flas, and behind his head was another eagle statue, positioned at the back of the armor, rising from behind him, gazing coldly forward.
"Yes, yes, father, you can sit on your toilet and quietly observe the masses, but what about ? You brought
to this place and gave
a little of your power, yet I have to face enemies thousands of tis stronger than !" Laine complained to the black-haired man: "Apart from the genes and the sword you gave , I have nothing else, and yet you tell
this is my destiny?!"
"This is your destiny, my son. It seems you’ve done well in the past twenty years." The expression on the black-haired man’s face showed no change, his gentle tone resembling a lie: "You are different from your other brothers; you get much less from ."
"So what do I do next? You know this world, you know how conservative this ancient inheritance system is. Heaven knows when the ti cos if I can even scrape by as a Count?" Laine paced next to the black-haired man, his tone fast and urgent: "But I must act within order, simply because I am your son!"
"No, my child, you still haven’t understood what your duty is." The black-haired man turned around, looking at Laine who had walked behind him: "If you resort to violence, then the mont you crown yourself will also be your fall. The corruption of Chaos is everywhere... My son, you need to use a wiser approach."
"Bloody conquest will only please and strengthen them." Laine seed to have recovered from his previous anger, sneering: "Ha, father, I’ve always wondered, why didn’t you give
a system?"
"A system?" The tall figure seed puzzled: "I cannot deliver such things to you, my son, my body has already decayed."
"No, I an, just like those crossover stories, father, you shouldn’t reveal yourself and should instead give
a system that constantly issues tasks, and by completing them, I receive the powers you grant? Rather than like now, where you just gave
a seed, and everything relies on !" Laine’s face showed a faint dissatisfaction.
"I not only gave you my seed, but also a realm of freedom, my son, Laine." The black-haired man seed to understand what Laine was saying: "I don’t understand why you have such requests, for if so you’d be like a puppet in my hands, lost between running on missions and achieving goals. You’d lose yourself and gradually your heart too."
"My heart?" Laine asked, puzzled.
"When you beco accustod to following orders, when you take completing my tasks as your life’s goal, when you regard my will as your own, you will lose yourself." The massive figure trembled slightly, showing expression and a hint of sadness on his face for the first ti: "My eldest son, your brother, he was the sa way. When Chaos led him to believe that everything he experienced was just a lie I wove, it completely shattered his will, and he fell to beco a follower of Chaos, sparking the most terrifying rebellion ever since, one of Chaos’s proudest works."
"It taught
much, Laine, my son. You must grow on your own, learn how to fight and resist the temptations of Chaos, only then can you remain true under its influence." The golden glow on the black-haired man’s body was as tangible as ever, pouring into Laine’s sea of consciousness. He strode forward purposefully, seemingly wanting to touch Laine’s head but ultimately not reaching out, rely continuing: "If you rely on , or the system you ntioned, then should one day, a minor accident or a deliberate sche prevents you from reaching , and you discover that everything the system told you was a re ruse, that the achievents you fought half your life for were but a grand deceit, then..."
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