Jason Mama, the leader of the 9 Realms Association and Soya’s brother, couldn’t let the insult against his sister go unanswered. He came personally to Quinn Manor, his eyes blazing with vengeance.”
Kent leaned in, his breath held, as Tang Zi’s voice lowered, filled with the gravity of the events. “Jason was prepared for war, ready to tear down the entire Quinn family to avenge his sister’s humiliation. But your grandmother, the formidable matriarch of the Quinn family, stood in his way.
She intercepted Jason, her presence alone enough to halt his advance. She warned him that the Quinn family’s internal matters were not to be trifled with, even by the head of the 9 Realms Association. Jason, despite all his power and rage, was left helpless. He could do nothing but leave, though not without a warning of his own. He swore that this wasn’t the end.”
Tang Zi’s voice softened, a sorrowful note creeping in. “But it wasn’t Jason’s departure that marked the end of the conflict—it was only the beginning of a far more insidious battle. In the weeks that followed, your mother faced assassination attempts, one after another. These weren’t just random attacks—they came from trusted soldiers, people she had once believed loyal to the Quinn family.
Every attempt was a knife to the heart, a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade.”
Kent’s fists clenched involuntarily as Tang Zi spoke, his anger simmering just below the surface.
“Your father…” Tang Zi hesitated, the bitterness clear in his tone. “Your father, Ryon, began to withdraw. Perhaps it was for political reasons— he gave up on finding the antidote for the poison that binded your aura channels.
He turned his back on the promise he had made to protect you and your mother, leaving her to fend off the shadows on her own. Despite his assurances of safety, they were nothing more than hollow words.”
Tang Zi’s voice trembled with the weight of the memories. “But then, the day came when your father wasn’t home, and Queen Mother Soya seized the opportunity she had been waiting for.
She sent her entire cadre of assassination wizards—elite killers, handpicked by her brother Jason. These were not ordinary assassins; they wielded poisons so rare, so deadly, that few in the 9 Realms even knew they existed.”
His eyes narrowed as he recalled the horror of that day. “They struck with precision, using every trick, every weapon at their disposal. Your mother, realizing the danger, had no choice but to flee.
With you in her arms, she ran from the Seventh Realm, her heart pounding not just with fear, but with the burning determination to keep you alive. But she wasn’t alone. Your grandmother, and Thea, your promised bride, also left the Quinn estate.”
Kent’s heart pounded as he imagined the scene—his mother running through the darkened paths, holding him close as she dodged the deadly spells and traps laid out by Soya’s assassins. The image of his grandmother, the mighty matriarch of the Quinn family, fighting off those killers despite her injuries, sent a shiver down his spine.
“That day,” Tang Zi continued, his voice hoarse with emotion, “your grandmother was seriously injured. The poisons they used on her were unlike anything she had encountered before. But even then, she didn’t falter.
She fought with everything she had, pushing her body beyond its limits. She killed every last one of those assassins, but the cost was severe. She was left weakened, a shadow of her former self, but she had done it—she had saved you both.”
Kent now understood the reason for the tragic and painful death of his grandmother who raised him for several years in a small wooden villa. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered the dead body of his grandmother. He is the one who done the death rituals to her.
Tang Zi fell silent, the weight of the story hanging in the air. Kent could feel the heaviness of the past pressing down on him, the legacy of blood, betrayal, and sacrifice that had shaped his very existence.
“And so, Kent,” Tang Zi finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, “you see the price that has been paid for you to be here. The blood that has been spilled, the lives that have been shattered. This is your past. This is what you must carry with you as you walk your path.”
After a short pause, Tang Zi continued.
Tang Zi’s voice grew heavy with the weight of what was to come.. Kent’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the fragmented history that had shaped his life, the events that had led to his present.
“In the two days that followed,” Tang Zi began, his tone darkening, “the Quinn family wasted no time. They twisted the truth, spreading lies across the realm. Your mother, who had fought so desperately to protect you, was painted as a traitor.
The story spread like wildfire—she had betrayed the Quinn family, they said, colluding with dark forces to overthrow the rightful rule. The Clark family, once respected and feared, was branded as conspirators in this fabricated treachery.”
Kent’s fists clenched at the injustice of it all, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“With this false narrative, the Quinn family unleashed their full might against the Clark family,” Tang Zi continued, his voice growing more intense. “What began as a small family feud quickly escalated into a full-blown realm war.
The Quinn army, bolstered by their newfound power and influence, descended upon the Clark family’s stronghold like a swarm of locusts. But they didn’t stop there. The Wizard Association fighters, who had always been the protectors of the Clark family, found themselves utterly outmatched and oppressed by the overwhelming force of the 9 Realms Association.”
Tang Zi paused, his expression somber as he recalled the events. “Amidst this chaos, one man stood like a beacon of hope—a lone warrior determined to save your mother and protect the Clark family.
That man was the Supreme Fist Magus. He was a legend in his own right, a warrior whose fists could shatter mountains, whose strength was unmatched. When the Quinn family’s army arrived at the teleportation point to the Blue Planet, they were met by him, standing alone.”