Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1480

Chapter 1480 Fathers and Son Part 2

Quylla had been the first person to treat him like the annoying prick he was even after witnessing his skills.

The first person to stand up to him despite being puny ad weak. The first person that not only had treated him the same after discovering he was a Tyrant, but she had also accepted to go on a date with him.

Quylla had been the first human to treat the Tyrant like a human, something that not even his own mother had been willing to. Sure, beasts always acted friendly to him, but they were too detached, incapable of giving Morok the warmth he so desperately yearned for.

And now she was gone, leaving him alone again.

"You stupid son of an asshole!" Ajatar said as a golden pillar descended from the sky, engulfing the Tyrant to ease the burden that Awakening inflicted upon someone with a blue core.

Morok had trained his whole life and his body was stronger than that of any human. Yet the impurities amassed inside of him over the years now clogged his mana flow, causing his limbs to bloat and then burst just to be reassembled again by his newfound breathing technique.

The density of world energy inside the pillar was so great that the Drake needed all of his might to slowly move against the flow and reach his disciple.

Morok’s sixth eye was already opened and, along with the other five, it shot beams of world energy non-stop to reduce the strain on his body. If not for such bloodline ability, he would have been already dead, yet it wasn’t enough.

The wounded body, twisted mind, and grieving soul didn’t allow the Tyrant to have the necessary focus to handle the process properly. His body suddenly bloated from head to toe, ready to explode beyond recovery.

Then, Ajatar took the small Tyrant into his hands and activated Foresight. It destroyed the biggest impurities, reducing them to a size that Morok could handle while also mending and strengthening his body.

"Well, that’s new." The Drake said once the Awakening was over and the pillar had disappeared.

Morok’s body wasn’t white anymore. Under the light of the cave, now it shone akin to a precious gem due to the glistening rainbow-colored scales that covered him.

"Also, that’s something you weren’t supposed to see, kid." A voice said, forcing Ajatar to turn around.

Glemos the Tyrant looked like a man in his mid-twenties, about 1.83 meters (6’) tall, with thick golden hair and ice-blue eyes. He had a lean, almost effeminate build that made him look even taller, and handsome features.

"Thanks for taking care of my son until now. I’ll handle the rest from here."

"Hold your Dragons!" Ajatar stood in front of the Tyrant, blocking his path. "You abandoned him back when he was just a child. You ignored Morok his whole life and now, in his darkest hour, I should entrust him to you?"

"He was small, weak, and ugly." Glemos’s upper lip curled up in disgust while pointing his slender finger at his son that had reverted into his human appearance. "He would have just been a burden to me."

Ajatar choked on his answer as a fury that dwarfed Morok’s built up in his gut.

"I had no time to spoil a brat and he needed to become strong in order to be useful." Glemos said.

"Useful?" Ajatar echoed with eyes wide open that brimmed with violet mana.

"Now stand aside. You didn’t Awaken him, hence you’re not his rightful master. By the laws of the Council, you have no authority over him. To you, my son is just a stray mutt you picked up out of pity whereas I’m his father."

"My blood flows inside his veins. I’ve given Morok life and it’s time I also give him a purpose. He can’t waste his talents just to avenge some broad who-" _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}