Chapter 86: True Origin
The figure’s deep orange eyes stared intensely at me.
Though he had wings and sections of his body were covered in dark scales, I instantly recognised him.
It was Amelia’s father.
’It looks like he also has a draconic bloodline, only his was farther along than mine.
In comparison to him, I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of what the obsidian dragon bloodline is capable of.
I haven’t even unlocked any draconic traits or physiques.
When it comes to my bloodline purity, I was the equivalent of a newborn dragon.
If it came down to a fight, I have no chance against this man. My only choice was to somehow convince him not to kill me on the spot and also to release Amelia.
If there is one thing I’m certain he cares about, it’s clearing God’s Game.
That’s the reason he subjected his daughters to harsh training, so that he could create the next generation that eventually clears the game.
"Tell me, Liam, why shouldn’t I kill you for what you did."
"Because we’re on the same side. We’re both players in God’s Game."
His eyebrows immediately arched upwards. The official name of the game was never made public.
In fact, the first time I’d ever heard that name was from Lily. I’m guessing only a select few know, and I’m guessing these select few are the guild masters who want the reward for clearing the game for themselves.
That’s why only those who are part of a guild even know that the game could be cleared, but they don’t even know how.
I stretched out the palm of my hand, and immediately, it was enveloped in a bright golden light.
The light soon disappeared, leaving behind a light gray circular disc engraved with runes.
The man’s face twitched slightly, revealing that he knew exactly what this disc was.
This was how I convinced Blood to meet with me, by telling him that I was willing to trade Amelia for this Terra-shard.
He believed my message to Alfred since not many people even knew what a Terra-shard was.
"Where did you get that?"
"I managed to clear a scenario just a few days after entering the game."
"Impossible."
"Is it? I think the reason you and the other guild masters haven’t managed to clear the game in so long is because you’ve all gotten too complacent."
"Don’t get cocky just because you managed to obtain one shard."
"Why shouldn’t I? That’s the whole reason you trained your daughter, isn’t it? Yet how many shards have they collected?"
"What’s your point?" he snapped, his voice growing impatient.
"Let me take their place. I collected one shard before I’m confident I can do it again."
"And in exchange for collecting more shards, you want my daughter."
"I care about your daughter a lot. I can guarantee I won’t allow anything to happen to her."
Amelia’s father paused as if deep in thought. It was only after a few quiet seconds that he finally spoke.
"I give you one month. If you can collect another shard in one month, then I won’t interfere with you and my daughter."
One month! I’m not even sure if I can find another shard in a year!
I only boasted because I wanted to shift his focus from Amelia to me.
I thought that if I led Cassandra into a battle against Blood, it would’ve led to a scenario but it didn’t.
Maybe it’s because the battle took place outside the game world. Or maybe it just doesn’t work that way.
I still don’t know enough about this. But still, what choice do I have?
"One month is more than enough. I’ll have another one by that time."
He was looking for any sign of weakness or doubt to decide to kill me. I couldn’t give that to him, hence I answered confidently.
For a moment, he did nothing but stare at me with his soulless eyes while Amelia watched quietly from the sidelines.
"One month," he repeated as his body slowly changed back to human form before, in a flash of blur, he sped towards me until we stood face to face.
For a moment, he looked towards Amelia, then back at me. Even though he didn’t say a word, I understood it and gave him a small nod.
With that, he adjusted his tie before he was gone in an instant. His body seemed to melt into the surroundings.
Amelia rushed towards me, and we embraced once again.
...
Cassius Veymont walked along the street as the sun rose in the sky.
His mind was occupied with thoughts of everything that had happened.
It was far from what he expected, and now the plan he started all those years ago was all but ruined.
Just then, as he walked, a figure appeared just a few feet in front of him.
He instantly recognised this figure as his daughter, and a frown appeared on his face.
"What were you thinking?"
Amanda stood leaning against a light pole with her arms folded.
"I couldn’t allow you to do something that you would later regret. If you had killed that boy, she would’ve never forgiven you. What would that accomplish?"
Cassius didn’t say a word. A part of him knew she was right, so he just continued to walk past her quietly.
"Father," Amanda called out to him, her voice carrying strong emotions. "Why didn’t you tell her?"
Cassius stopped and looked back at his daughter with the same emotionless eyes.
"What’s the point?"
Amanda balled her fist as she felt anger rising in her chest.
"She deserves to know about her origin! If she’s going to have a child, then her not knowing could lead to problems in the future."
"Enough."
"No, I need to know why you made that decision. You trusted me with this secret but you never trusted Amelia."
"Your sister is not mature enough. What she did proves that."
Amanda felt herself getting angrier.
"It’s not her fault for wanting another family instead of spending the rest of her life pleasing you. Not telling her could put her in harm and if you’re planning to do the same thing to her child that you did to us, then—"
"Then what?" Cassius growled in a soft voice, for a moment, his eyes glowed bright orange.
Amanda felt the weight of his presence, and it terrified her, yet still, she wouldn’t back down.
There were some lines she wouldn’t allow her father to cross.
"Then I’ll make sure that you live to regret it."
Cassius’s eyes narrowed at her, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he turned around and continued walking as if her words were just the buzzing of a bee.
