8 Chapter 7. (1/2)

We flirted back and forth for an hour until we eventually finished the race and made it back the the central plaza.

In the end we placed 250th and 251st which netted us 5 points each. It really felt melodramatic. Joining a sect should have more splendour to it, but I don't want to be a main character.

Showing off or playing it low key while hiding my powers so people underestimate me is not this one's style.

Rather… posing while being weak, isn't that much more fun? In fact, why do I need to be strong? I have this powerful wife and father in law as my backing. Wouldn't I be a complete moron to not take advantage of it? Hahaha, don't make me laugh, you want to kill me? I'll just introduce you to my little wife and see if you dare grovel on your knees as you ask for her permission?

Hah... but really, I just want to spend all my time with this loving wife of mine rather than fight for supremacy. Who wants to whip their little brother out to cross swords when you can fight the great fight against your little wife every night?

Peh, why fight with some million or billion year old farts to prove who's got the bigger donger? Give me a world ruled by hot babes, then we'll fight for supremacy through uncountable sleepless nights for much longer.

But who am I kidding?

Although I act like I'm not interested in a man's romance, being peerless and unmatched; I do need to admit it was quite eventful for some others.

During the race we passed a group who were on the verge of death. After stopping for a moment to talk while patching them up, we got bits and pieces of quite an interesting story.

Apparently, they were comrades of the little 4th realm 12 year old mortal child who the old man gazed upon momentarily before the race started. To sum it up, a group of 5th stage mortals joined forces to block a single child's path.

Then his comrades, being the white knights they were; merely with the power of 3rd and 4th realm mortals hoisted their flags high up as they broke open a path smeared with much blood and great carnage. In the end, their reckless abandon allowed the child to finish the race in 11th place. It was quite the eventful scene and if I had popcorn I'd be munching away as I watched the events that played out with unblinking eyes.

Just imagining the child as he broke away with gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes ignited the dormant warriors blood within my body. Honestly, who are we kidding? It really doesn't; not even the slightest. I don't even think the word warrior is in my vocabulary.

But such is a man's romance. To dream is to dream grand, a life of overcoming adversity together with your brothers in arms. Forced to look the other way as you believe you see the bigger picture.

But what bigger picture is there here? It's just some brats fighting for no apparent reason. Honestly, I feel a bit bad for the poor guys left behind. They are basically just death flag warriors numbered one through ten.

Perhaps I should have taught them the valuable technique of playing possum or curling into a ball to make yourself look dead. Why do the minions play fair and square while fighting in the name of justice anyways? Why not use your brain and play dirty? Act dead and get a cheap shot from behind when the enemy lets their guard down. Aim right for the crotch.

Obviously like a great man once said; ”know thy enemies and thy self, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles.”

If you know you are weaker, then fight like the weak.

If you know you're fighting men, then aim for their weak spot, right?

But enough of my ranting. If that child was not obstructed, he may very well have placed first. He has quite the amazing speed for someone so young. He was able to catch up to the pack while attacked from all sides.

Thinking about it now, doesn't it seem strange. Could this be the potential disciple my wife was talking about? He does give off the type of vibes one would expect of a MC. Now that I think about it, isn't this plot quite cliche?

”Wifey is that kid the one you had your eyes on?”

”You could tell?”

”Of course, your husband is all knowing!”

My wife rolled her eyes at my boasting before she continued ”that child has no blood relatives in this world and he is the adoptive son of the patriarch I mentioned before.”

”His story is a bit complicated.”

I felt like there was something misleading in her words so I questioned, ”in this world?”

”Husband, curiosity killed the cat.” She said this before continuing with her explanation while simultaneously cutting off any further questions.

”Although his adoptive father is the present patriarch of the sect, many of the elders in the sect are heavily against the child becoming the young patriarch.”

”They insist the child is not suitable as an outsider with no blood ties to the patriarch. Rather than not suitable, they just want their children to become the next young patriarch. In the end, it's all just human greed at play.”

”Likely this competition will be used to decide on the next young patriarch. Though it looks like he has already faced his first set back. Those in the top ten are all 5th realm mortals; meaning he'll likely only receive nine points in the test of strength. In the last test, for him to have any hope of victory, he'll need to withstand two realms of strength above what those at the top can withstand. Fighting above your level is already hard enough as it is for mortals.”

”Really, it's such a shame. Hah. Such a shame.” My little wife was sighing and shaking her head in regret like this little MC had no chance.

I couldn't help but feel my little wife was too naive. ”My little wife, are you not underestimating the power of the MC too much? Do you want to be one of those who gets slapped in the face by underestimating the power of plot armour?”

”I can tell you now, even if he had to withstand the might of a 10th realm semi transcendent being, he could definitely last 2 minutes.”

”In fact I'm willing to bet that the one administering the test will make it look like he's applying equal strength against everyone but the child will naturally have higher pressure applied.”

My wife looked towards me appalled as she said ”stinky husband, no spoilers please.”

”But my wife there must be some kind of plot twist, right? There must be something interesting like the main character d…mm mmf mmmm.”

My wife placed her hands over my mouth while looking left and right as if fearing further spoilers.

”Husband you should learn to not spoil the pleasant surprises in life.” She smiled at me before releasing her hands from my lips.

I won't lie, I secretly licked my lips to have a taste. I'm not a pervert! She is my wife, it is a natural reaction! A natural reaction! It was important so I had to emphasize it twice, okay!? I am not a raging pervert, just a loving husband concerned about his wife's flav… ehem ehem. Moving on now. You can forget that last part. If you were really curious to know, I will only say, if aphrodisiac were a flavor… heh heh heh.

”My wife, if you want to stop me from talking, you might as well kiss me. That would definitely be more effective to stop me from providing spoilers.”

My wife let out a small giggle before she said ”husband don't forget the words you have just said. If you die again, don't blame this little wife of yours; okay?”

Once everyone finished the race and were all gathered together in the central plaza, the old man stepped up and said six short words ”the strength test will now begin.” After finishing he left and pointed towards a certain direction.