Above The Sky
Chapter 1099: 151: Believing in fate is a bit embarrassing (6,000, requesting double monthly votes!)_2

Chapter 1099: Chapter 151: Believing in fate is a bit embarrassing (6,000, requesting double monthly votes!)_2

However, at this moment, he felt somewhat unjustified for those ‘weaker’ ones like himself… somewhat unwilling to accept such an outcome.

His heart held many ‘whys’.

Yet, before he could figure out these questions, his brother’s life approached its end.

His brother died in an assassination by political enemies, a flawless poisoning.

The Canaan Moore was just like this; because the unification war from centuries ago ended without a winner, the Canaan Moore Federation, barely pieced together with the Ten Great King-Blood Divisions at its core, reluctantly came into existence.

In other worlds, such an ending might also be a way out, but on the Terra Continent, without a command from the summit, it is destined to encounter prolonged and painful infighting.

–The strong.

In the final moments of life, after seeing their parents, his brother spent the last of his time with his younger brother.

“How pitiful, Yafada.”

The handsome young elf’s face was pale; his expression was still extremely complex, with both pity and comfort, unwillingness, and liberation: “You are going to take my place, my inheritance, and my flesh and blood. You will become the second me.”

“Do you have any questions you want to ask? I can see you have always been puzzled, never finding an answer.”

So Yafada asked. He asked all his ‘whys’, all his confusions.

“How simple.”

And his brother replied indifferently: “Whether past or future, the will of the weak is always overshadowed by the strong.”

“Yafada, the will of ordinary people doesn’t matter at all. They oppose, they have opinions, but even if you and I are willing to listen, would all the Sublimators, all the strong, be willing to listen?”

“If you aren’t strong enough to overwhelm everyone, what use is supporting ordinary people?”

“Isn’t His Excellency the Black Sun of The Empire strong, not holding power over the world? His will swept across Terra, even Dragon Island signed a new contract with him.”

“Yet he still died. He couldn’t subdue everyone else.”

“See, I will die too; this is proof of my inadequacy.”

Speaking thus, his brother smiled: “But Yafada, if you become strong enough to conquer everyone, to make the world tremble along with your will—more feared than the Black Sun and First Knight combined, with deeper roots than the Four Great Orthodox Churches and Dragon Island combined… then you might even accomplish that unbelievable thing, which is to let the weak live their ‘good’ life as they see it.”

“Let everyone live the ‘good life’ they think of.”

“But, isn’t this still because you are the strong? It is your tolerance that gives rise to all these. Essentially, it still lets them live the life we (the strong) consider ‘good’.”

“Do not regard yourself as a weak person or an ordinary person, Yafada. You do not have that kind of opportunity.”

“You can only grow stronger.”

“Unless you want to become the second me.”

As his brother departed, his body gradually turned into a semi-transparent crystal like glass, leaving only a silver ring on his forehead.

This is precisely the core inheritance remnant ‘Radiant Ring’ of the Fifth Energy Level inheritance unique to the Silvergate Faction, an extremely powerful sublimation organ of thought.

Although his brother was far from reaching the Fifth Energy Level, his core sublimation organ was close to perfection, thus available for reuse.

It’s precisely because of this bloodline’s power that the Silvergate Faction’s bloodline produced so many intelligent scholars and strong individuals; it is all the strength of bloodline continuation.

“Inherit it, Yafada.”

The elders of the family, parents, and everyone else said so. They were all individuals who had been abandoned, all failures.

Only Yafada, because he shares the same blood as his brother, still held the potential to be chosen, still had the chance to accept the legacy without distortion.

They spoke with envy and authority: “This is the will of your brother.”

“Do not let his years of hard study and practice go to waste, turning all efforts into nothing.”

To this day, Yafada remembers the moment he took it.

It looked like bone, bleached by time.

It smelled like cloud, relieved and free.

It felt like flesh and blood, warm and soft.

It felt like the wind, a melody, and all beautiful memories.

Just like… just like…

The two brothers chasing flying frogs by the creek under the sun.

The Chairman of the Canaan Moore Parliament, Yafada Silvergate, shook his head.

With time passing, the once innocent boy had turned into the cold and proud man he was now, a brief flash of indefinable anger crossed his face before gradually settling into calm.

Decades later, Yafada would always recall scenes of the past… as long as he closed his eyes, past memories would chase after him, pouring into his mind.

The Canaan Moore Federal Parliament originated from the ancient Canaan Moore Elves Elder Council, where the initial members of parliament were the chiefs or strongest of each major clan; this selection rule hasn’t changed to this day, the only difference being that, to avoid conflict stemming from power among multiple Fifth Energy Level powerhouses, the Council Chairman would not be the strongest but a member of the King-Blood Tribe mutually recognized by the powerhouses.

Currently, Canaan Moore has two Fifth Energy Level powerhouses, the chosen ones of the ‘Greenleaf Tribe’ and the ‘State Domain Tribe’, who control the ‘roots’ and ‘crown’ of World Tree City, while the ‘trunk’ is managed by the parliament—the Chairman is responsible for coordinating the two Fifth Energy Level powerhouses and is the nominal highest ruler of the Canaan Moore Federation.