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🕑 Added 2025-01-20 16:00:05 +0000 UTCReturning to Natsuki's penthouse apartment, August marveled at the sheer luxury. The space was perched on the building's top floor, surrounded by massive glass windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a panoramic view. The opulent furnishings screamed wealth and sophistication.
As soon as they arrived, Kanon Kanase, who had been quietly reading a book, put it down and turned her attention to them. Earlier, when August and Kojou Akatsuki were brought to the rooftop, Natsuki had preemptively sent Kanon back to the apartment.
"Yo, Kanon-chan. What do you think of this place? This will be your new home," August said, flashing a warm smile.
"This place is wonderful, August-niisan," Kanon replied with a soft nod.
"Haha, as long as you like it." August ruffled her hair affectionately, to which Kanon responded with a look of pure contentment, like a kitten enjoying a gentle stroke.
"You jerk! This is my house! Stop acting like you’re the host here!" Natsuki snapped.
"Eh, it’s all the same, Natsuki-chan," August teased, brushing off her annoyance with a playful grin.
"Don’t give me that nonsense, you!"
Natsuki glared at him before turning her attention to Kanon. Over the course of the day’s events, she had begun to piece together aspects of August's personality.
He was easygoing and approachable most of the time. You could tease him, joke with him, and even be a little impudent without much trouble. But there were limits. Cross the line, and you would be in for a world of pain.
More than anything, August exuded an unwavering self-centeredness. He wasn’t simply confident—he was an unshakable force of self-belief.
Meanwhile, at the Lion King Organization
Koyomi Shizuka was delivering her report. Her account of the day’s events had left the Organization's upper echelons in stunned silence.
"Are we certain this man is of the Primogenitor level?" one of the senior officials finally asked.
"It’s not yet confirmed," Koyomi admitted. "However, he effortlessly defeated the Fifth Familiar that went berserk from the Fourth Primogenitor Kojou Akatsuki."
"The Fifth Familiar—Regulus-Aurum, wasn’t it?"
"Yes. And he did so without breaking a sweat."
"Then for now, let’s classify him as 'Primogenitor level,' on par with the dormant Fourth Primogenitor."
"What should our next move be?"
"Send a Sword Shaman to him as a gesture of goodwill."
"Are you suggesting we send Yukina Himeragi? What about the Fourth Primogenitor?"
"We’ll assign another to handle that."
"Understood."
Koyomi nodded and ended the communication spell. She looked out at the sky, which had transitioned back to daylight. The earlier darkness, conjured by the abyssal magic that temporarily turned day into night, still left her uneasy.
The brief clash she had witnessed was far from August’s full strength, yet his power had already proven terrifying. Compared to Kojou Akatsuki’s Familiars, which were still sealed, August’s control over his own immense power was absolute.
Kojou, in his current state, wasn’t even a shadow of a Primogenitor. Any old vampire from the old era could easily crush him. He possessed great potential, but it was potential only, not actualized strength.
As someone who bore witness to the events of the Blazing Banquet, Koyomi knew better than most how Kojou had become the Fourth Primogenitor.
On the other hand, August was already a peak-level powerhouse—a ceiling others could only aspire to reach. The difference between the two wasn’t just one of strength; it was also a matter of certainty.
Then there were August’s chilling words to Kojou.
"If, in the future, you fail to live up to your title as the Fourth Primogenitor, you will die."
Koyomi had no doubt that August could make good on that threat. His aura was shrouded in mystery and power far beyond her comprehension.
So, while Kojou might still be a high schooler at heart, Koyomi found herself leaning toward supporting August.
Still, the Lion King Organization would not abandon Kojou entirely. They would continue placing their bets on both sides, hedging their risks carefully.
...
Time flew by, and soon, it was evening.
After sharing dinner with Natsuki and Kanon , August retreated to his room, anticipation written all over his face.
Staring at the system interface in front of him, he noted that he still had nine premium card draws available. His heart raced with excitement. This was always his favorite part—drawing cards and unveiling treasures.
With practiced ease, he opened the familiar card-draw interface. The spinning wheel appeared, just as vibrant and enticing as ever. August took a deep breath and began his latest round of draws.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained the sacred gear: Sword Birth!]
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained the item: Crystal of the Goddess Clan!]
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained the item: Senzu Beans (x100)!]
[Sword Birth: A sacred gear forged by the God of the Bible. It consumes human thoughts as fuel and can forge an array of holy swords.]
[Crystal of the Goddess Clan]: Upon fusion, transforms the user into a member of the Goddess Clan. (Usable only by non-dark beings.)]
[Senzu Beans]: Consuming one sustains the user without food for ten days, provides regenerative powers, restores stamina and energy in extreme fatigue, and returns the body to peak condition. Ineffective against viral diseases.]
Staring at his haul, August paused momentarily, processing the results.
Three decent items out of ten draws—it wasn’t bad. However, the Sword Birth left him somewhat speechless.
Then there was the Crystal of the Goddess Clan. As someone who was already part of the Demon God Clan, was this the system’s way of suggesting he add a Goddess Clan member to his “family”?
Of course, the item August valued most was the Senzu Beans. One bean was practically equivalent to a second life. He was already making plans to test whether these beans could be cultivated in his small world. If they could be farmed, he would have an endless supply of life-saving resources—a game-changer by any standard.
With a flick of his wrist, he claimed his prizes. A pristine white crystal, a glowing orb of light, and a small sack of beans materialized in his hands.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and Kanon stepped in.
"August-niisan, Natsuki-sensei bought some snacks. Would you like some?"
Her gaze fell on the items in his hands—the crystal and the glowing orb. Curiosity lit up her eyes.
“What are those?” she asked, her tone filled with innocent wonder.
August, however, smiled knowingly. His eyes darted to the Crystal of the Goddess Clan.
He had just found the perfect candidate for it.
