Chapter 325: Giving You the Whole World

Chapter 325: Giving You the Whole World

"Your parenting skills are a bit of a failure."

Lu Ke silently chuckled as he witnessed the scene at Cassel Academy through the water curtain. As 'World' devoured the opposing side, it symbolized a decisive shift in the battle.

With no chance of a comeback, Lu Mingze glanced at Odin, letting out a mocking chuckle, seemingly ridiculing his incompetence. His body then trembled violently before ceasing resistance.

The perfect body of the White Queen lost its vitality, becoming an empty shell devoid of its soul. It quickly turned cold and dignified, then transformed into a mix of astonishment and fear.

"Tsk, he escaped, but after such a beating, he won't last long."

Lu Ke, busy devouring the White Queen, noticed Lu Mingze's soul leaving his body. He didn't stop it, as the soul had forcibly inhabited an unsuitable body, causing severe issues. Combined with the injuries sustained during the battle, it would soon dissipate.

The true White Queen's consciousness revived, but as a trapped prey, she posed no threat. She could only maintain the situation and prolong her life for a little longer.

Odin struggled to stand, his single eye dark and gloomy. Unable to maintain the form of a God-King, he reverted to his human form, Pompeo·Gatuso, with a complex tone.

"When Gui Xu is activated, Cassel Academy will be destroyed, and everyone will die. Don't you want to go back and stop it?"

"As long as I kill Li Wuyue before the Incantation is activated, you might be able to threaten me with something else, like this."

Lu Ke's fingers moved slightly, and the water curtain quickly displayed a new scene. Against the backdrop of a deep and beautiful starry sky, the main focus was the intricately structured Sky Patrol on a near-Earth orbit—the Gatuso family's space-based weapon, the Sword of Damocles II!

Pompeo remained silent.

Lu Ke shook his head and pointed to the sky above him, "Aside from the Sword of Damocles II at Cassel Academy, you haven't used the Sword of Damocles here either. Why not test if you can kill me?"

"I gave up on using the Sword of Damocles when I learned you could manipulate space. But I never imagined you could instantly teleport someone from Japan to Cassel, two places separated by the Pacific Ocean..."

Pompeo was no longer surprised, or perhaps he felt nothing was surprising anymore. Even if Lu Ke claimed to be the Black Queen, the father of the Four Great Kings, he would consider the truth of the matter.

"So, you can't use the Sword of Damocles II either because Caesar is there."

Lu Ke's interest piqued, "When I helped him awaken his bloodline early, I thoroughly examined his body, and you didn't leave any cocoons inside him. Even if you had, you wouldn't have escaped me."

"..."

"Do you truly care about this offspring?"

"How could I not?"

"Have you ever been a father?" Pompeo asked.

Lu Ke stroked his chin, "Not counting my roommates and girlfriends who call me that, no."

"Then you wouldn't understand a father's feelings."

Ignoring Lu Ke's playful words, Pompeo replied earnestly, "To witness the continuation of your life enter this world, the joy of new life is indescribable. You'll find yourself wanting to treat them well and give them the very best."

As he spoke, his eyes radiated infinite warmth, making it hard to believe that he was, in truth, a ruthless and merciless Dragon King.

"You call treating him well abandoning his sick mother and neglecting her for years, spending your days playing with women? That's a unique kind of kindness."

Lu Ke suddenly became curious about the Dragon King's inner thoughts.

Pompeo's expression remained calm, unbothered by his actions, "The Father imposed a restriction on us, preventing us from bearing offspring. Even with the help of alchemy and science, I could only have children with humans. Women are merely tools to dilute my bloodline. Caesar is the continuation of my life, and his mother means nothing to me."

"I only sow seeds in women to give Caesar a brother to accompany him. Even the Four Great Kings have twin brothers to share the throne, but Caesar has none. Once he awakens and rules the world, he will be alone. That loneliness will surpass the sorrow of the Dragon King's blood. Sadly, after all these years, Caesar remains my only son."

"Rule the world?" Lu Ke's sharp instincts caught the key phrase.

"Yes, if all goes well, he will become a mixed-blood King independent of the Four Great Kings. He will kill all other Dragon Kings, consume their Dragon Bone Crosses, and become the strongest and greatest Dragon Slayer and King. This includes me."

As Pompeo spoke, his eyes shone with longing, "The destruction of the Dragon Race is not the end but the beginning. When humans and half-breeds unite against a common enemy and destroy them, war will inevitably break out between the two. At that time, Caesar, with his power and authority, will become a great ruler like his father, dominating the world."

Lu Ke was momentarily stunned by Pompeo's words, spoken with such natural conviction, as if this had been his plan from the moment Caesar was born.

When the infant emerged from his mother's womb and entered the world, Pompeo kissed his baby's face and held him high, determined to give him everything, including his life and the entire world.

No wonder he named him Caesar and claimed that Caesar was born to conquer all.

Pompeo had always marched towards this goal, neglecting Caesar's own wishes.

...

Accompanied by the Dragon King's Incantation, a torrential downpour descended upon the area. The rain formed a curtain, hanging like dense walls between heaven and earth. Large raindrops fell heavily, splashing as they hit the ground.

Despite this, the two rapidly colliding figures remained untouched by the rain. In Time Zero's domain, the downpour slowed to a crawl, while the two exceptional half-breeds with superior bloodlines moved so swiftly that their silhouettes blurred, and the dense blade aura prevented even the rain from penetrating.

But Ange was gradually losing the upper hand, and the high-level Incantation, Time Zero, was rapidly draining his mental and physical strength, especially since he had brought a group of students with him. The power from his blood boost began to wane.

The situation seemed dire, but he wasn't worried.

Not long ago, his nominal student, that little rascal, had reported on the Kui Gate Project's conclusion and submitted an application to the Japan Branch. He had given Ange some inside information.

"There might be some twists and turns ahead, and there's a bit of risk, but the outcome will grant your wish. This is the result of observing fate. If you don't believe me, let Fingal live-stream with an electric fan!"

That's what the other party had said, Ange recalled.

As the nominal teacher, Ange was more aware of Lu Ke's abnormality than anyone else. He could provide a more detailed and specific version of Fingal's report on Lu Ke's suspicious points, and he had even helped Lu Ke cover up some things, although the other party wasn't particularly concerned.

When he saw the Dragon King, Li Wuyue, who hadn't appeared for a century, he became certain of one thing...

As the blood gushed from his nose and bloomed into a blood flower under Time Zero's deceleration, as beautiful as the red rose on his chest, Ange's face broke into a smile.

That was...

A flawless, perfect, and unique performance, a masterpiece!

Just as he had said, it was about to unfold.

An abnormally sharp knife pierced the standoff between the two, striking the weakest point where the two blades clashed. With precise force, it knocked away the "Murasame" and took its place.

"Principal, I'll hold him off."

Chu Zihan, engulfed in Lord Flame, joined the battle. After the Time Zero amplification was neutralized, having undergone two baptisms, he had become stronger than an ordinary S-class and was in better condition than the two who had been continuously drained by Incantations.

He stared at the familiar figure before him with a nearly greedy sense of nostalgia, then took out a few items from his pocket and threw them to Ange. They were oddly shaped fruits, small vials of medicine, and some tasty-looking biscuits.

Ange weighed the items in his hand and spoke in a strange tone, "What are these? Snacks you bought on your way back?"

"Tree fruits, full recovery potions, and experience biscuits. Lu Ke prepared these recovery items for the participants who completed the trial on Free Day. I took a few extra and have been carrying them ever since."

"You're always so thorough. No wonder you're our Super A-class."

Ange let out a low, contented laugh. When he, as the first-generation member of the Lionheart Club, decided to avenge the first-generation leader, Menek Cassel, and the other companions, it was fate that he received help from the current leader of the Lionheart Club.

After devouring the supplies, his energy and spirit surged, not only restoring him to his peak condition but also taking him to a higher level!

Without hesitation, Ange charged towards the Dragon King, who was chanting dragon language in an attempt to use a world-ending Incantation, leaving Chu Zihan to face the man wearing the dark golden mask.

The two "Murasame" swords faced each other through layers of rain. Lord Flame's domain writhed like a serpent, and the scorching heat vaporized the raindrops, creating a faint mist that dissipated and then reformed under the new rain.

After years of separation, father and son's gazes met once again.

Chu Zihan lowered his voice, as if afraid that a loud volume would shatter this fragile dream, "I've always regretted not driving back that night. If I could do it over, I'd rather die with you than leave you alone on the overpass."

The figure across from him showed no warmth. He lunged forward, and the Murasame in his hand slashed through the rain, creating a dangerous arc of light.

Chu Zihan blocked the attack with his sword, reducing its force, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the other Murasame, restricting the enemy's weapon. At the same time, he raised his hand and split the mask.

The sharp alchemical sword sliced through skin and flesh, and blood trickled down the blade of the Murasame. Chu Tianjiao's appearance remained unchanged, as if frozen in that rainy night. Only his golden eyes, like molten lava, revealed a mechanical killing instinct.

"You said that as long as I lived, we would meet again. You also said that I have half your blood in me and that I am the only proof of your existence. Does the taste of blood remind you of anything?"

Chu Zihan stared at the Deathstalker, and a twitch appeared on the stiff face. A glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, and Chu Zihan couldn't help but feel a hint of expectation. But the hope soon turned to disappointment as he realized that the change in expression was just an instinctive reaction. The Deathstalker licked the blood off the Murasame, revealing a blissful expression.

For the Deathstalker, Chu Zihan's blood had become a rare delicacy.

Suddenly, a heavy sense of sorrow descended upon Chu Zihan. He lowered his eyelids, his face turning pale. This situation made him feel powerless. The transformation of a Deathstalker was irreversible; when someone became a Deathstalker, it was as good as being dead.

"This isn't like you, Dad."

He whispered painfully.

The Deathstalker's body suddenly froze, perhaps due to the blood connection between father and son or the word "Dad." A faint light appeared in his numb eyes, like the last trace of humanity that even the powerful Dragon blood couldn't completely consume, no matter how much blood he used.

The glimmer in his eyes and the pause in his movements were fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, the Deathstalker returned to his original state, radiating malevolence. But Chu Zihan, who had been observing him, felt a surge of hope.

He suddenly remembered that there was someone who could overturn common sense.

(End of Chapter)

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