Chapter 2047 - Forgetful (1) (1/2)

”And we're just supposed to believe that?”

A Ragnor genius with blond hair and blue eyes, as typical for his clan, lashed out, unable to rein in his emotions any longer.

Not only had his father been sentenced with Third Grade Severity, his mother had been as well. On top of all of this, he only barely squeaked by with First Grade Severity, meaning he had fallen from the status of young noble with the world in his palm, to mere mule.

It could be said that the only thing he had remaining in life was the battle prowess he had acc.u.mulated to now. He believed that he would climb back up from his dreadful circ.u.mstances in a matter of time and find a place for himself in this society.

Some nobles, no matter how clear the spoon feeding had been throughout their lives, still somehow believed that they were simply a cut above everyone else, not realizing that much of their achievements had been handed to them on a silver platter. This young man was no different. He really believed that with or without the backing of his noble status, he would become a great man.

Yet, Dyon was now telling him the exact opposite. Not only that, but he was directly saying that they would be useless without him. How could he take such a thing lying down?

”Well, you can believe what you want.” Dyon without care. ”Ten years isn't very long for cultivators, so you'd see how right I am in the blink of an eye.

”Plus, I'm not here to convince you. Like I said, I'll have talents easily capable of more then replacing you within a decade. I'm only here to give you a chance that many of you don't deserve.

”Feel free to leave if you don't want that opportunity, but I personally think it's quite high-headed of you as a mere mule to turn down an easy opportunity to earn merits.”

”YOU –!”

A Presence descended from the skies, forcing the young man to kneel so quickly that the sickening sound of his kneecaps shattering reverberated through the underground space.

An agonizing roar escaped his lips, or rather, tried to… In the end, not only could he not move a single muscle, his voice refused to work.

”It seems you've forgotten that you're speaking to a ruler of over a hundred universes.” Dyon's nonchalant tone became cold.

”Since you seem to have forgotten, how about I remind you of a little something.

”Brady Ragnor. First Son of Fifth Branch Head of the Ragnor Clan and his first wife.

”Your father was responsible for the death of over 13 000 innocent female commoners for his sick l.u.s.tful p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, and over 3 000 male commoners for little more than looking at him incorrectly.