Simon’s voice trembled slightly, though he tried to mask it with curiosity. His body was still recovering from the self-inflicted lashes, his shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked back, the wounds slowly closing thanks to the healing runes on his belt.
He glanced up at Jason, eyes flickering with a desperate hope that his father had a real plan this time. A plan that would finally get rid of Kent.
Jason’s eyes gleamed with a certain cruel satisfaction as he clasped his hands behind his back and paced around the spacious chamber.
“What is it, father? Tell me now.” Simon asked with an eager face.
“Hahaha… Because now, that damn Kent has sealed his own fate,” Jason replied, his smile widening with a gleam of malicious intent. He turned to face Simon, the excitement bubbling in his voice as if he were on the verge of revealing a delicious secret.
Simon’s brow furrowed, eyes sharpening with impatience. “What do you mean? How can you be so sure about killing Kent?”
Jason stopped his pacing and stared directly at his son. “Because now Kent has made the fatal mistake of using a dragon as his pet. Hahaha… Do you know what that means?” Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire
Simon’s eyes widened, his mind racing. Dragons. The legendary creatures that vanished from the realms decades ago. “But… dragons were forbidden as pets or mounts long ago, weren’t they? The Zi Dragon God himself forbade anyone from enslaving a dragon.”
Jason nodded, his smile growing more wicked by the second. “Precisely, Simon. Decades ago, Zi Dragon God—the head of the dragons—took his kin to the Abandoned Island. No one has seen or heard from the dragons since, but they’re not dead. No, they’re very much alive. And the one thing Zi Dragon despises more than anything is seeing his kind enslaved by humans. A true dragon used as a mere pet? That’s a declaration of war against their entire race.”
“But how do you know this?” Simon asked, his expression shifting from curiosity to confusion. “Dragons have been gone for so long. Even if they’re alive, no one knows where they are or how to contact them. What are you planning?”
Jason chuckled darkly, moving closer to Simon. The air around him seemed to chill as his eyes glinted with a secret. “That’s where you’re wrong. We don’t need to bring the dragons here. We simply need to inform them of Kent’s little crime. Once the dragons learn that one of their own is being used as a pet, they’ll come for him. Zi Dragon himself will come.”
Simon frowned, uncertain. “But how can you be so sure the dragons will come? And even if they do, they’ve been isolated for decades. Would they really care about one dragon being used by some human?”
Jason’s eyes gleamed with confidence as he revealed his trump card. “Oh, they care, Simon. I’ve sent several groups of highly trained men to scout the Abandoned Island, risking their lives to find proof of the dragons’ existence. Most of them never returned. But before they died, one of my agents sent back something invaluable: a picture of a dragon, alive and well.”
Simon’s mouth fell slightly agape. “Alive? But how—?”
“Alive,” Jason repeated with a sinister smile. “And very much still guarding their ancient traditions. The men I sent didn’t last long, but they confirmed the dragons’ presence before they were slaughtered.”
The tension in the room thickened as Simon began to see the full scope of his father’s plan. “So… you plan to tell them about Kent?”
Jason clapped his hands together, his eyes blazing with triumph. “Exactly. We don’t need to dirty our hands. All we need to do is ensure they receive the information.”
Simon’s frustration began to melt away, replaced by a glimmer of hope and cruel satisfaction. “But the dragons will kill anyone who steps on their land. How will we get the message to them?”
Jason grinned, pulling out a small, enchanted parchment from his sleeve. “I’ve already anticipated that. We’ll send a group of brave men from our suicide squad. They’ll be equipped with life-saving treasures, just enough to survive the journey and deliver the message. Once the dragons know what Kent has done, we won’t have to lift a finger. They’ll come for him, and they’ll kill him.”
Simon’s eyes lit up with excitement, his mind racing with the possibilities. “The dragons will tear him apart for daring to enslave one of their own! Hahaha… He’ll die at their hands, and no one will be able to trace it back to us.”
Jason nodded, relishing in his son’s gleeful transformation. “Exactly. We stay clean, and Kent will be wiped out by forces beyond his control. Even if he’s strong, he won’t stand a chance against the wrath of the dragons.”
Simon’s earlier frustration vanished, replaced by a vicious grin as he realized how close he was to getting his revenge. “Father, this… this is brilliant. He won’t even see it coming.”
Jason’s smile broadened.
“But, Father,” Simon hesitated for a moment, “what if the dragons refuse to come? What if they don’t care about one dragon?”
Jason’s eyes flashed with cold certainty. “They will care, Simon. Zi Dragon God has always held a deep hatred for humans enslaving his kin. The mere idea of one of their own being treated as a pet will be enough to bring them here. And even if, for some reason, they don’t act immediately, the knowledge that they’re watching Kent will be enough to keep him off balance. Either way, Kent is finished.”
Simon nodded, his fists clenched in anticipation. “So… when do we begin?”
Jason smirked. “Preparations are already underway. The suicide squad will depart tomorrow. And once they pass the message to the dragons, all we have to do is sit back and watch as our problem is… eradicated.”
Simon couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He let out a bitter, triumphant laugh, the thought of Kent’s impending demise fueling his dark joy. “Hahaha… Kent will be torn apart. I’ll finally be free of his shadow. No one will dare look down on me again.”
Jason watched his son’s gleeful expression, pleased that the rage that had consumed Simon for so long was now directed toward their common enemy.
“Remember, Simon,” Jason said, his tone softening as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, “patience. Let the dragons do the work. When Kent is out of the picture, you’ll have your rightful place as the strongest of your generation. You’ll surpass him, and the Nine Realms will know your name once again.”
Simon’s eyes burned with determination. “Yes, Father. I’ll wait. But when Kent is gone… I’ll be ready to take my place. I will work hard and make our MAMA family name shine for the next seven generations.”
Jason smiled, a dark satisfaction settling over him. “Good. Now rest, Simon. Tomorrow marks the beginning of Kent’s downfall.”
Simon nodded, the fire in his heart now tempered by the cold certainty of their plan. He had suffered enough. Now, it was Kent’s turn.
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