/// A/N : Tomorrow Aug13th is my birthday. I’m going to gift you guys Bonus chapters. Many and Many bonus chapters. Stay tuned. Tq all for sticking with the book and believing in the story of Kent Clark.
My quotes: 1. We all are loyal friend to someone, even though other person is not that much loyal. 2. Just mind your business and enjoy the life in your own way. It’s okay, if no one understands it. 3.
Talented and wise people won’t be good people in other people perspective. ///
Chapter Title: Troubling Son’s
Jason’s grip tightened on the goblet, and he exhaled deeply, his breath misting the cool air before him. “It’s not that simple, Ryon,” he said, his voice tinged with the weight of responsibility.
“Simon has been in the Grand master magus realm for a decade, waiting for this moment. Everything rides on this, and if anything goes wrong…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken consequences looming large in his mind.
Ryon leaned forward, pouring more wine into Jason’s goblet with a reassuring smile. “You’re worrying for nothing. The 7th Realm’s arch-mages will guard the formation, and not a single fly will get through. More than that, I’m investing a great deal into ensuring your son’s success. You can trust me on that.”
Jason nodded, his expression softening slightly at Ryon’s words. “Thank you, Ryon. Your support means more than you know.” He paused, swirling the wine in his glass, watching the way the liquid caught the light. “But I still wish Simon had the same strength of character as your two sons, Max and Phill.”
At the mention of his sons, Ryon’s relaxed demeanor shifted. He leaned back in his chair, a shadow passing over his face. His sigh was heavy, laden with a father’s concerns.
“If only things were so simple,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a sadness that surprised Jason.
“What’s troubling you?” Jason asked, leaning closer, his curiosity piqued by the rare display of vulnerability from his old friend.
Ryon took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the wine in his goblet as if it held the answers to his inner turmoil. “It’s my sons, they’ve become like enemies, each competing for the future throne. Maxwell, my eldest, reached the Supreme Magus stage early with the help of Lord Aries’s legacy. He’s strong, determined, and every bit the heir I’d hoped he’d be.”
He paused, the pride in his voice tempered by the weight of what came next. “But Phillip… he chose a different path. To surpass his brother, he turned to dark magic, embracing the legacy of the Forbidden Nocturne Goddess. It’s a power that’s changed him, Jason. I see it in his eyes, in the way he speaks. They’re brothers, but the throne has made them rivals, and I fear what that rivalry will bring.”
Jason listened intently, his expression growing serious as Ryon spoke. He could see the pain in Ryon’s eyes, the anguish of a father torn between his duty to the realm and his love for his sons.
“The struggle for the throne has always been a bitter war in the Quinn family,” Jason said gently. “But you should take pride in them, Ryon. Both Max and Phill are strong, each in their own way. They’re reflections of the power and determination you’ve instilled in them.”
Ryon shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. “It’s not that simple. Strength is one thing, but the path they’ve chosen… It’s tearing our family apart. Max sees Phillip as a threat, and Phillip… well, he’s willing to go to any lengths to prove himself, even if it means embracing the darkness.”
Jason reached out, placing a comforting hand on Ryon’s shoulder. “They’re still your sons, Ryon. And no matter what path they’ve chosen, they carry your legacy within them. Guide them, as best you can. And remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re all in this together.”
Ryon met Jason’s gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and sorrow. “I appreciate that, Jason. Truly. But the future… it’s uncertain. And as much as I want to believe in them, I can’t help but worry about what lies ahead.”
Jason nodded, understanding the weight of Ryon’s words. The future was indeed uncertain, and as they both knew, the paths their children took would shape not just their families, but the fate of the entire realm.
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their responsibilities pressing down on them. Outside, the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room.
But inside, the two men remained, bound by their shared burdens and the ever-present uncertainty of what the future would bring.
But they never thought the future had different plans against their wishes. Their forgotten bad deeds will come hunting for them in the form of KENT CLARK.
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Days passed like pages of a novel, there is only one left for the Immortal beast spirit gathering. Master Tang Zi increased the time for body combat training for Kent.
There are still two levels left to completely master the Storm God tyrant physique. One is Storm God’s wrath which is a domain where thunder dances at the will of Kent while a relentless storm envelopes the sky in his domain.
The storm god’s wrath has a forbidden second stage, where after burning one’s own blood drops with thunder, the clouds turn red and blood rain with red lightning will follow.
But the problem is the last stage, the tyrant accession. One has to become a Supreme Magus and achieve full Demi-God treasure-body to master the Tyrant Ascension stage.
Master Tang Zi, ever vigilant and unyielding, had intensified Kent’s training, pushing him beyond the limits of physical endurance. There were still crucial levels left to master in the Storm God Tyrant Physique, and the stakes had never been higher.
In the dense forest surrounding Devil Mountain…
Kent, drenched in sweat, his breath ragged, engaged in relentless physical combat under the watchful eye of Master Tang Zi. His muscles screamed in protest, but his determination never wavered.
For days, the grueling training had been relentless. Tang Zi pushed Kent to his absolute limits, testing the very core of his strength and endurance.
There were no breaks, only brief moments of reprieve before the next onslaught. Kent’s body was battered, bruised, and his bones ached with every movement. Yet, each time he was knocked down, he forced himself back up, driven by an unyielding resolve.
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