Chapter 12 – Family (1/2)
”Little brother?” Gravis asked, quite confused. He never met his siblings. He wasn't even sure if he had siblings.
The man just grinned. ”Yeah, you're my little brother, and I am one of your older brothers.” He stood up, walked around the desk, and patted Gravis on the shoulder. ”You can call me Brother Orpheus.” Seeing that Gravis still looked unsure, Orpheus laughed. ”Man, this brings me back. I had the same look you have when I met my first sibling.”
Gravis looked dejectedly at the floor. ”I'm sorry. I didn't realize I had siblings. Father and mother never talked about their other children.” Gravis realized what he said and quickly tried to correct himself. He didn't want to give his newly met brother the feeling that his parents didn't care about him. ”No, no! They probably did, but I didn't notice.” Gravis rubbed the back of his head. ”Sorry, sorry.”
Seeing this, Orpheus laughed loudly. ”Haha, don't worry!” Orpheus patted Gravis' shoulder again, showing that he didn't mind. ”Maybe you didn't notice, but our siblings are forbidden to talk to the center child until their way has been established.”
Now, Gravis was confused again. ”What do you mean with center child?”
”The center child is the newest born child from father and mother.” Orpheus pointed at Gravis. ”So, right now, that is you.”
Gravis furrowed his brows. ”Okay, but why? Also, what did you mean with 'established way'?”
Orpheus sat back down on his chair and beckoned Gravis to sit too. Gravis did just that. ”This practice comes from father. He cares very much about us and wants us to find our own way in the world, without outside influence. Only a heart and will born out of itself is the strongest. If, for example, I persuaded you to start cultivating, you might not truly have the heart for it. This would be an obsession implanted by others and not born by yourself. There's a difference in that.”
Orpheus continued. ”And with 'finding their way' I mean, when someone internally decides which path to take in life. Some choose a quiet life. Some want to cultivate, and some want parts of both. When father sees what his child has decided to do with their life, he brings them on the right course.” Orpheus took a sip from his coffee. ”In your case, it's 'Becoming the strongest'.”
Gravis now looked skeptical. ”How are you so sure that is what I want?”
Orpheus smiled. ”Because you're here.” Orpheus noted that Gravis wasn't fine with that explanation, so he just laughed again and continued. ”Father has chosen the hardest path for you. Even if it doesn't seem like it, he cares for all of us. If he weren't sure that you wholeheartedly wanted to become strong, he would have never allowed you to start cultivation from the bottom.”
Gravis looked absentmindedly at the window. ”I am also confused by that. Couldn't he just grant me strength, or give me techniques or resources? Why send me on this life and death path?”
Orpheus sighed. ”Father can only give strength up to the Immortal Emperor realm. You don't need to think about how high that realm is. You only need to know that it is strong, but not very strong in this world. There are multiple major realms above that, and if you didn't forge your path with blood, calamity, and setbacks, you wouldn't have the experience or will to get much further in life. A stable palace must be built one brick at a time. If you complete it but want to expand it to multiple times its size, the foundation won't hold.”
Gravis was very interested in what an immortal emperor was. An immortal emperor sounded very strong. Probably stronger than he could imagine. Yet, not even that was the end. He also remembered that his father shouted the word Star God before he fought Heaven. A God should be stronger than an immortal. There was a long way to go.
Orpheus smiled slyly and continued. ”What do you think? How many siblings do we have? Give me a number.”
Gravis wasn't sure, but he knew that his parents had been alive for a long time. ”Don't know, maybe 50?”