Above The Sky
Chapter 1098: 151: Believing in fate is a little embarrassing (6,000, asking for double monthly tickets!)

Chapter 1098: Chapter 151: Believing in fate is a little embarrassing (6,000, asking for double monthly tickets!)

—Whether in the past or the future, the will of the weak will always be overshadowed by the strong.

Many years later, Yafada Silvergate, the speaker of the Canaan Moore council, once again recalled the advice his brother gave him before his death.

Yafada Silvergate had a brother, a brother with the blood of the Elf King, extraordinarily gifted, intelligent, and diligent, whose excellence was acknowledged wholeheartedly by both enemies and allies.

Because there was already such an exceptionally outstanding heir, even with Yafada’s birth, the family did not focus much attention on him.

As one of the Ten Great King-Blood Divisions of the Elves, the Silvergate Faction, with its Fifth Energy Level inheritance, had extensive experience in cultivating the strong. The most crucial point of cultivating the strong is the allocation of resources, and the distinctiveness of the Fifth Energy Level means that at most, there can only be three in the entire Canaan Moore at the same era.

The pointless waste of resources would, without a doubt, decrease the chance of a Fifth Energy Level strong being emerging from their own faction, thus handing the opportunity to political rivals… Therefore, since childhood, Yafada grew up in an environment almost ‘relaxed’ in nature.

If he wanted to eat something, he could eat it, regardless of whether the food might affect his future Sublimation Inheritance.

If he wanted to play with something, he could play with it, even if it distracted him from studying seriously and hindered the early development of the mindset required for a Sublimator.

Yafada could stay long with his parents, act spoiled with his mother, sit on his father’s shoulders, and the family would happily go to the Forest of Slumber to listen to the Lullaby Nightingale’s songs and enjoy the most comfortable camping nap.

Occasionally, his brother would also join them, and they would play and splash by the tranquil stream, their laughter filling the air, chasing flying frogs together under the sun.

Yafada’s childhood was not without happiness, and the only price for this was one thing.

That is, he was abandoned.

Abandoned the opportunity to become a strong person.

“Sometimes I really don’t know whether I should envy you, my foolish brother.”

At that time, Yafada did not understand what this sentence meant, but he remembered clearly—his brother, viewed by the family as the most outstanding heir for the future, looked at him with a complex expression as he returned from his special training, while Yafada, cheering, pounced on him. Then he pointed a finger at the child Yafada’s forehead, causing him to fall on his backside.

His brother at that time smacked his lips, looking at him with a gaze that was both tender and jealous; both caring yet filled with resentment. Young Yafada couldn’t discern those complex emotions, and perhaps quite a few were later added and beautified in his memories… But undoubtedly, that was when his brother had made some kind of resolution.

“Just play to your heart’s content, play on my behalf too,” the young man said to his brother, “But remember, you can be weaker than me, but you mustn’t be weaker than others.”

Having grown up drinking Alchemical Potions and hardly tasting any ‘delicacies’; having undergone the most formal and rigorous training since childhood with little time to enjoy family affection, the young man sincerely said, “At the very least, you must grow to the Fourth Level, surpassing those fortunate ones among ordinary elves.”

“Why?”

The young Yafada inquired in confusion: “Canaan Moore is so large, isn’t it normal for elves to be stronger than me?”

“It’s not acceptable.”

His brother cast down his gaze, and young Yafada did not see his eyes as he replied calmly, “Because we are king-blooded. We are the original Top Seat’s Blood inheritors who signed a contract with World Tree City.”

“We must be stronger than all elves to prove that we are superior. This is part of the contract.”

“Yafada—we have a responsibility and an obligation. We must become strong.”

“And then lead Canaan Moore, lead the elves, to live the life we deem ‘good.’

The elves are a race that believes in contracts. Once they sign one, unless under some incredible and extreme circumstance, they are certain to abide by it.

However, what is the reason behind this custom? Yafada is not foolish; he vaguely feels that he knows the origin of the most fundamental nature of the elves.

Moreover, the blood of the king does indeed exist.

The elves of the Yinmen Household, no matter how ignorant or lacking in resources, will undoubtedly be more intelligent and knowledgeable than ordinary elves. They possess extraordinary memory, easily discerning the emotions and thoughts of others from the smallest gestures.

Even the abandoned Yafada will, without unexpected events, become a renowned scholar in the future, a significant figure in the Canaan Moore academic circles. There’s no doubt he’ll reach the Second Energy Level and possibly even earn a master title.

So, at that time, Yafada indeed had many questions… For instance, why surpassing the Fourth Level could surpass ‘all the fortunate ones among ordinary elves,’ what ‘the original Top Seat’s Blood’ truly meant, why the king-blooded elf factions had a ‘responsibility and obligation’ to lead the elves, and lastly…

Why lead people to live the life ‘we deem good’ instead of ‘what everyone deems good?’

—The weak.

Yafada considered himself a weakling. He was never shy about this, for in front of his brother, he was always, forever a weakling. He was proud of it, willing to bow down, thinking of himself as an ordinary person, becoming his stepping stone in face of such an admirable elder brother.