In the Royal Throne Room of the Lust Royal Palace.
It was a majestic room filled with tens of seats arranged in a clear order with the highest authority sitting the closest to the throne.
In the furthest of it all was the throne, a huge throne, so huge that if someone saw it, they would have thought it was made for some ancient behemoths like the dragons instead of for a tiny human.
It was 30 meters long.
And seated below it were two people, one a stunning woman with hair so long, it was more than double her own size, she was the Queen of the Lust kingdom, and the king's main wife — Emilia Lust Vincias.
A Great Gifted.
She was wearing a pure black royal robe with a silver crown on her head. Her golden eyes were glazed over and out of touch with reality.
And seated next to her was a golden-haired, golden-eyed male, he was none other than the King himself.
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But they each kept a meter distance from each other and didn't speak for a while, until the king spoke, "Do you think the Null Boy really is the Blasphemous child?"
"There is nothing to think here anymore," said the queen in a cold voice, "He is the blasphemous child and it is a hundred percent certainty."
The King turned silent.
The queen continued speaking, "I have already seen him use 3 Gifts, his mother's [Jade Transformation.] his sister's [DreamWalker], and some kind of weird eye Gift that improves his vision."
Vincias silently pondered, if the beat really was the Blasphemous Child, it really was turning out pretty bad.
He had been too rough with treating their relationship.
For one, he had once attempted to force Emma into his bed when she had certainly rejected and it had turned into a big issue at the time.
That happened exactly one year after Harry was born.
Then, He and Valeria had to have a huge battle and their relationship was completely destroyed.
In the end, he couldn't even bed her.
But that was alright, it was just one woman, he didn't care for such meaningless things.
All he cared about was reaching the highest level of Gifts. Women were just a means to an end.
Yet, when Lilly became 15, she unlocked the DreamWalker gift and that changed everything.
And now, Emma, who should have had a very high ranking in his rank of 13 concubines was still just the 7th concubine due to that.
Their relationship was not good, and now her son who everyone believed to be a Null was the infamous 'Blasphemous Child' of this generation.
It was unbelievable.
The queen didn't care for his flickering face and said in her usual cold voice, "I don't know what kind of Gift his is, but it is similar to the previous generation's Blasphemous child, that person was gifted with [Murderous Absorption.] where he had to kill to absorb Gifts, but this boy's Gift doesn't seem that ominous. Since even his own mother had her Gift absorbed."
The King added, "And he should have already completed the first Disaster since he could have more than two Gifts. His soul is stronger too. Then that coma was him just going through a Disaster."
They didn't know what the soul limit was, but they knew everyone had a limit from ancient records and that the soul determined it.
And a soul could only be strengthened through the Disasters that these special people go through.
"But he is intelligent," the Queen said, her golden eyes shining, "I did some snooping around and found that Valeria has just come to know about 'Blasphemous Children' yesterday. So he should have also only come to know of what they are yesterday. And he decided to show he was one to us today. What a nice seedling."
The King could only accept. "But still, to believe that he was the blasphemous child... Ah, whatever, tell me, Emilia, would you let him absorb your Gift?"
"I would, it is the first time in history that a Blasphemous Child has ever been born in our Lust Family, the ones before had always been used against us, with him, we can for once and all, dominate the world."
The King nodded, he also knew what it meant to have a Blasphemous Child on their side, even though they never reach Stage 5, even their Stage 4 strength was as strong as them, the Eternal Talents, at Stage 5.
If he and Emilia could fight ordinary Stage 5 as Stage 4, people like Harry could fight Stage 5 them when he was just Stage 4.
Even now, Harry hadn't reached his full potential as a Stage 1. When he reached it, he should be able to fight with ordinary Stage 3 Gifted as a Stage 1.
People like his son, Hugh would have been squished to death.
But with the constant Disasters, one stronger than the other, usually all of them die at a point.
"But still, what do you think is his Blasphemous Gift?"
"We don't have to guess, you know what we have to do when we see someone like that on our side, we have to immediately bring him to training after this duel. And also teach him what it means to be a Blasphemous child."
The golden eyes of the duo shined. Harry, was useful.
Very,
Very useful.
And they were also useful to Harry, very, very useful.
Once they speak up, and come to an agreement, old issues should be easily cleared up.
Or so they hoped.
And, at the top of the castle, above its round structure and roof which stood above even clouds, where no one even bothers to look, sat an old man, his eyes sharp and his brows furrowed.
That brat was this generation's blasphemous child?
And why can't he feel the mental manipulation and fate manipulation that he put on him?
Did such things not work on these Blasphemous ones?
Interesting.
He smiled, the draconic wings behind him fluttered and he vanished.
Inside a small room, filled with broken jade and old moot-filled objects, the air cracked as the old man appeared there out of nowhere.
He walked a bit and soon reached a mirror, he smiled and touched it. Then murmured, "Mirror, mirror, the controller of the Dragon Palace, show me the secrets inside."
The mirror flashed and words appeared, "What secrets do you want to unveil?"
"Tell me everything that happened in my absence, and especially tell me everything about Harry Lust Vincias, my great, great, great grandson."
"Harry Lust Vincias, the one born with Lust Dragon Bloodline, you have already stolen the Born-Dragon gift from him."
"Hehehe, you will be amazed, Mirror, he is this generation's Blasphemous child, check deeper in."
The mirror stayed silent and only reflected his image for a very long time until it said, "I don't know why, but this boy is out of my senses, I can't sense him at all... I can't even see anything that he is at least 10 meters close to."
The old man smiled, to avoid even the Dragon Palace' detection, "This kid really has his secrets, maybe I should release my little Vivi to seduce him again."
And a Blasphemous Child... He had never seen one of them up close. The First King thought, 'Kikiki, the boy must remember my face if his first Disaster was time-related.
I have to be careful...
Hmm... Maybe I should aim for the sister, she is easy prey for me, at least I know what to expect from DreamWalker, I can use her life for his.'
"So Mirror, keep an eye on the battle and note his weaknesses and strengths, especially note whatever Gift he shows.'
"Accepted," The mirror replied, "But the mirror asks you, do you still remember your goals?"
The First King looked at it and replied, "I know, 100 Born-Dragon gifts, just 20 more and I am done, don't worry, you will be rewarded."
The Mirror replied, "You better unseal me soon."
"Sure."
In this eery place that no one knew existed somewhere in the palace, their Ancestor maniacally giggled and vanished.
Everything turned silent, except for the broken jades and silent mirror, nothing lived here.
Only those were the creatures alive inside, Gu, once human, having now transformed to grotesque-looking jade, some looking broken.
And a mysterious Mirror as ancient as the palace itself.
And as for the number of Gu that were scattered on the floor?
There were at least thousands of them. Alive and in pain. Even Harry would have found it a revolting sight.
Nevertheless, his plans were working, he had dipped oil into water.
The calm sea was turning chaotic, and the monsters underneath were moving.
Even the concubine who poisoned him was shivering under her boots at the moment.
What was the Null Prince thinking?
And among all this, the oblivious audience looked on in excitement as a thorn stood stuck in Harry's throat.
Hugh stood gazing at him in aloofness.
Yet, Harry didn't mind and said, his voice just as taunting as ever, but a bit hoarse, "Come!"
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