Chapter 3: Accept My Legacy! (1/2)

”Immortal what?” The youngster grumbled in a listless manner as he felt his vision fading even further and his senses becoming numb, including his pain. He didn't even hear half of what the old man before him said.

Aldress clicked his tongue in frustration and touched the youngster's forehead.

The youngster's eyes suddenly widened as he felt a tyrannical amount of life force suddenly sweeping through him and invigorating him to the point where he felt that he never felt so energetic in his life before.

Only just a few moments before he was about to die but now he felt as if he was fit as a horse. With spirited eyes, he again took a good look at this majestic old man with an awe-inspiring air around him.

His eyebrows were furrowed like an eagle's, and his eyes were like sunbeams that seemed to be brighter than the stars.

The youngster immediately felt a pressure that made him feel as if he was standing before his creator, and a sense of worship seemed to flood his mind out of nowhere.

Feeling that these thoughts were not from his own will, he tried to steer clear of these feelings as hard as he could.

”Oho, a powerless mortal like you even has the self-awareness of your own will. No wonder...the divination was right…” Aldress mumbled in quiet awe as he saw the youngster resisting the urge to bow before him even though he wasn't exerting his aura or any pressure at all.

Usually, when standing before him, mortals would feel an overwhelming sense of faith and worship even without him doing anything. But this youngster before him was only barely in his twenties, and twenty years couldn't even be counted as a second's passing to him.

However, thinking about it, a strange light shined in his eyes, and with a thought, he made the youngster feel comfortable by letting him regain control of his mind and body.

”Phew...what the heck just happened…” The youngster mumbled as he slowly brought his face up in bewilderment after feeling those foreign feelings vanish. He looked warily at the old man before him dressed in strange clothes that vastly contrasted with the clothing of the modern era.

”No need to be scared, Evan Bentham. I am here to help you in ways you can't even imagine,” Aldress said in a dignified tone.

Hearing his name, Evan became even more shocked as he stuttered, ”H-How do you know my name and w-who are you?”

Evan was feeling apprehensive having a strange old man call out his full name and with the things he just experienced; like where did the bodyguard even disappear to?

He wondered if this was all just a dream or if this old man was enacting some role out of a medieval drama.

But then he remembered the old man introducing himself as Aldress and claiming himself to be an immortal dragon.

'And I thought I was the crazy one…' Evan's whole mind was in flummox and asked again, ”Aldress, right? How...do you know me again?”

Aldress' gaze remained unmoving despite Evan's disrespect of calling him by his name. He flatly replied, ”Child, I know more about you and this universe than you think. You, who once enjoyed the wealth and pleasure of this lowly world, now have been reduced to such a pitiful state.

”Your foster parents were the only ones who cared about you. But you ended up as an outcast the moment they got betrayed and schemed against. And then it didn't even end there. Their enemies joined together to put you to death as well just because you know that the death of your foster parents wasn't simple at all. Your life couldn't get any worse than this.”

Evan's face twitched, and his features tightened for a few moments before relaxing again as he was even more shocked at how this dignified-looking old man knew even all these details about his life.