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SB: Chapter 108 – Father’s Request
🕑 Added 2025-09-20 21:08:43 +0000 UTCLooking back down, I continued reading.
I was killed. But I didn’t die. I have resurrected in various infants over the years. Trying to set up things for a brighter future. But my rebirths have damaged my soul and have limited my potential. No one’s soul was consumed by my rebirth. I just replaced what would have been.
Now is the last chance, I have to set humanity on the right course. Not to be oppressed by the other races, but to stand at the pinnacle of the world! While your mother is strong, do not doubt that other races have Supreme Legends as well that are just as capable, if not more so.
For you, none of this matters. I hold no expectations or any plans for your future. Only my love and encouragement. Your mother would be upset with me if I did anything nefarious. While she has gone on a final descent, if anyone can return it would be Elena. I have never met a fiercer and prouder woman.
While it is hard to say if we truly loved each other, we respected each other and loved you. For such powerful people like us, that is enough. I have prepared a couple of gifts for graduation with the Dean’s help and agreement if you take the first spot. A full set of equipment.
It wasn’t cheap, but I had some hidden reserves over the millennia. I used one of these things to pay for a full set of tier 3 equipment. Consider it my gift to help protect you. I also know you look down on social skills like most other adventurers. My advice is don’t.
Your mother left her legacy in your hands. Unfortunately, one can’t learn social skills through a book. If you ever desire to learn the path towards the most powerful tier 6 social skill, you only need to seek me out. I will ensure the legacy of my most powerful skill is passed onto you.
To put it in perspective, it could kill anyone with a single well timed sentence, even a Supreme Legend. While not effective against monsters, against the thinking races, social skills are far superior to soul skills. People rarely push them to the heights needed to be deadly.
As for the Dark Cabal and the curse upon you. They are a blight upon the world along with their Dark Library. A powerful weapon that helped the High Vostner civilization in the past, but in truth is nothing but a curse. They will lie low like rats, and I will hunt them down if I learn of them.
Unfortunately, they are good at hiding. The skills contained with the Dark Library are nothing to scoff at, but there is a reason modern skills and learning methods have triumphed, they are superior. Never doubt that. Even if stuff like divination, curses, blood arts, summoning, rituals, and consumption skills seem powerful they come with grave risks.
I won’t warn you of soul magic. I know your mother has given you a tome that I have written in the past. I only say that you should be careful, but you can consider that part of your legacy. But soul magic was always too risky to use properly, that is why social skills are better.
You are also free to use my name. I know you will probably want to avoid such a situation, but you are welcome to. Out of all my children and disciples, you are the one best suited to carry my legacy forward.
If you don’t want to, that is fine as well. My tier 6 skill can die with me when that day finally comes. As for inheriting the Empire, don’t worry about such headaches. I know you are like your mother, you enjoy fighting too much to want to rule and establish order.
Now I am off to conquer Genoa, then the continent.
With Love,
Your Father
I stared at the long letter for over a minute. I didn’t know what to think. I wanted to curse, but most curses involved the Eldarin Empire in some way, which might seem on point, but made me uneasy. My father was the Eternal Emperor. I knew he had ambition to take over the world, but I had clearly underestimated his determination. Even going beyond death itself to keep going to achieve his dream.
On one hand I could admire that kind of tenacity. On the other hand, it was just a lot to take in. Did my mother know? She probably did. And if she did, then did she not care? Or did she want the strongest possible person as my father?
It was a lot to take in and there was no way to get any answers to the countless questions I had. The letter began to heat up. I tossed it away as a bunch of runes flared into existence on the letter. It burst into flames, consuming it in a burst of fire. Only a cloud of ash was left behind, which drifted towards the top of my desk and the carpeted floor of my room.
Now there was no proof. While people might know my father had ambition, if it was known he was the Eternal Emperor reborn, everyone would unite to kill him. Well, maybe not everyone, but a large portion of the sentient beings on the continent. The Dwarves and Elves would probably put aside their differences to kill him.
He was the most hated figure in history. The founder of the Eldarin Empire and the purveyor of countless atrocities. He had immense amount of blood and suffering on his hands. But he had tried to justify in his letter saying there was greater threats out there. The fact that these threats hadn’t attacked or done anything in the past couple of millennia seemed to make his fears unproven.
I didn’t know anything about these Seraphim or the Great Ocean Empire. Demons were supposedly monsters that had gained a high degree of intelligence from the dungeon and managed to leave it. They often used trickery and stealth skills to blend in with humans. But they never lost their initial purpose that the dungeon had created them with, to kill other beings.
They were the stuff of horror stories told to frighten little kids. My mother had never met a demon herself and had only heard second or third hand accounts. That was how rare and careful they were. Intelligent monsters were incredibly dangerous.
Thankfully born monsters could be tamed, breaking the hold that the dungeon instilled in its created monsters. Ultimately my father’s goals were his own. I was only 12, not old enough to be considered a proper adult. That would happen in just under 4 years when I turned 16.
I was thinking about this, since I absolutely didn’t want to get involved in politics and taking over the world or resurrecting the Eldarin Empire. My father might be leading a group of legends who wanted to seize power, but it was something I planned to completely stay out of if possible.
As for his promise of a set of equipment, he clearly knew what I wanted. I knew such a gift wasn’t cheap and I would put it all to good use once I graduated. As for his offer of teaching me the path to his tier 6 social skill, I was much more hesitant at that. To kill anyone, even a Supreme Legend with a single sentence, was insanely powerful.
There were probably heavy restrictions and requirements but just being able to kill anyone with a single sentence was not something to take lightly. Even though I wasn’t a fan of social skills, it was tempting. But I had enough skills to worry about right now. I had the foundational runic skills I had to learn, then weapon skills, resistance skills, soul skills, spell skills, and then my mother’s legacy.
There were so many skills I wish I had gotten a class that helped me learn skills more quickly. There were so many that I had to master. The sheer weight of them all was absolutely crushing. For anyone else they might try to master one of these skill groups. I had to master them all.
Why couldn’t my father gave gotten me another soul fruit? That way I could improve my class. My mother hadn’t talked about her tier 6 class. I had questions, but she had told me that I first needed to become a legend before asking such questions. She was right, but it was frustrating not knowing what the pinnacle of classes looked like. Did she have a violet class, or something better?
Thinking about my father, I didn’t want to know how he was replacing souls. I thought my mother was the oldest between them, but apparently he was far older, if one considered the age of his soul and mind. Even if they were averaged out with his body, he was still older, most likely.
Looking at the scattered ash, the letter didn’t change anything. I had already chosen my path. I had skills I had to work on. I would get a day off before I had to focus on the next semester. Why couldn’t my parents be a bit normal?
I knew they supported me, but they were exhausting. My mother’s lecture and controlling nature. My father’s ambitions and craziness. I would be targeted going forward. My mother was a force of nature. Getting mad at her and trying to get revenge, was like hitting your head against the ground. The ground was going to win and you would suffer. Even targeting me while she was around and due to her actions was similar. Only the crazy Dark Cabal got away with such an action.
But my father didn’t have that deterrent factor and my mother had left. That fact would be become more obvious as he made more waves. While her final descent wasn’t advertised, the news was bound to leak and spread.
The most recent dungeon descent, would be the last until I graduated. Leaving the College carried too much risk. Entire nations would target me now, to stop my father. I had no doubt as the former Eternal Emperor, no matter how weak, he would crush everyone. It was just a matter of time.
I was too weak. I needed to get stronger, more skills, and to master more skills. A lot more skills. I couldn’t help but shaking my head and smiling. It would take a long time to master all those skills and to escape the shadows of my parents. My mother might be more fierce, but my father was more adept at causing trouble.
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Edit My mother had never *meant* a demon herself and had only heard second or third hand accounts. Met
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[Orig.] They were the stuff of horror stories told to frighten little kids. My mother had never meant a demon herself and had only heard second or third hand accounts. That was how rare and careful they were. Intelligent monsters were incredibly dangerous. meant -> met [Edited ver.] They were the stuff of horror stories told to frighten little kids. My mother had never met a demon herself and had only heard second or third hand accounts. That was how rare and careful they were. Intelligent monsters were incredibly dangerous.
