King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1081 - 1081 1068 I Dont Want to Live Anymore Really

Chapter 1081: Chapter 1068 I Don’t Want to Live Anymore! Really? Chapter 1081: Chapter 1068 I Don’t Want to Live Anymore! Really? “How can a mere ten-year-old child be deemed worthy of the position of Crown Prince? Has Father lost his mind?”

At the borders of the Gai Kingdom, within a military tent, a muscular young man with a pair of horns on his forehead paced angrily, venting his anger and dissatisfaction.

“Your Majesty, please be cautious with your words.” Hearing the young man’s words, the guard who had entered the tent with him immediately showed a look of anxiety on his face.

“What is there to fear, when I’m not the only one saying this? Don’t you think the same?” The young man, seeing his guard’s nervous face, displayed a look of disdain.

“But Your Majesty, others may complain and discuss, but you mustn’t!”

“I know, but you should understand my feelings. If Father had chosen any of those other fellows to be the Crown Prince, I would have been dissatisfied, yet I would have accepted it, for they are qualified. But what is this now?

“To appoint a mere ten-year-old child as the Crown Prince, does Father regard us brothers, who are twice or even thrice his age, as inferior to a child? Are we so contemptible in Father’s eyes?”

“Your Majesty, please calm down a little. The King must have his reasons for making such a decision, and he will surely discuss it with the generals and ministers before announcing it to the whole country.”

“Are you suggesting that the ministers and generals in the Royal Capital also agree with the appointment of my ten-year-old brother as the Crown Prince?”

The young man turned, his eyes red with rage as he stared at his guard. If it were truly so, then the matter was more serious than he had imagined.

“I’m afraid so, Your Majesty. Otherwise, the order wouldn’t have reached us here.”

“Then let’s go, back to the Royal Capital. I have to see for myself what abilities this brother of mine has that convinced Father and all the royals and nobles.”

“Your Majesty, you must not. We have received no summons; we cannot return to the Capital City without authorization.” Seeing the prince ready to leave immediately, the guard panicked.

“What of it? At worst, I’ll accept punishment later. Right now, I have to understand what’s so special about this younger prince that so many people acknowledge him.”

“So you’re willing to suffer the punishment for leaving the camp unauthorized just to see me, it seems you are quite curious about me, older brother.”

As the young man ignored his guard’s attempt to stop him and stepped out of the tent, a clear and youthful voice came from the sky. He looked up to see a young man dressed in black robes standing in mid-air, looking down at him.

“Are you Arnold?” The young man gazed at the ten-year-old boy, his eyes narrowing slightly as the air around him grew hot.

“Indeed,” Muria responded with a gentle smile on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be at the Capital City right now? What are you doing here?” Although a fire raged within the young man, he refrained from acting rashly and instead asked seriously.

“I’m here to satisfy your curiosity, older brother, and incidentally, to spare you the crime of leaving the camp alone.” Muria looked at the young man below, who was beginning to undergo a transformation, yet maintained his smile,

“Of course, the main reason I came here was to make you understand reality.”

“Understand what reality?” The young man, now with larger horns and fire patterns on his face, had begun to burn.

“The difference in strength between you and me.”

“So, you’re very confident in your strength. Younger brother, did you come here just to show off in front of me?”

“Not at all.” Muria extended his hand toward the young man below, and then pressed down. “I simply want to give you a glimpse of my power, that’s all.”

Boom!

Facing the seemingly effortless strike from Muria, the young man transformed into a five-meter-tall Yama, roaring in anger as he was slammed into the ground by a fiery hand from the sky, larger than his own body.

Dust and smoke billowed, with the heatwave spreading far and wide, startling the entire military camp. Countless soldiers rushed out of their tents to investigate the cause of the ground-shaking tremor.

“Now do you understand why I am the Crown Prince and you are not?”

When the dust settled, Muria gazed down at the young man lying in the center of the palm print, still wearing the smile he had before, and spoke.

With his limbs’ bones and muscles destroyed by the blow but no fatal damage inflicted, the young prince lay in the dirt, his eyes vacant, muttering quietly in a voice only he could hear.

“Your Majesty, what are you saying?” The guard, who had been stunned by Muria’s strike, came to his senses and quickly approached his master. He crouched down to hear what was being said,

“Impossible, this cannot be. How can a child be so strong? This isn’t real. I must be dreaming. Yes, I’m surely dreaming. Hahaha…”

Watching the young man below start to laugh senselessly, Muria turned to leave, his purpose for coming fulfilled. He believed the young man had sufficiently felt his power and would cause no further trouble once he took the throne.

“Stop right there!”

Just then, a slightly indignant voice came from below. Muria paused for a moment, then looked down in the direction of the voice, only to find it was his older brother’s guard. The guard, who was slightly older than his brother, was looking at him with a face full of outrage.

“What’s the matter?”

“Your Majesty Arnold, did you come here from the Royal Capital just to strike at my master?”

“Of course not, you’re overthinking it,” Muria replied, amused by the guard’s accusation, and then asked in return, “Why do you think your master is significant enough to warrant a special trip from me?”

“Then you…” Upon hearing Muria’s response, the guard’s already reddened face began to turn purple.

“Your master is just one of the targets of my trip from the Royal Capital,” Muria said with a warm smile, an expression that did not differ whether he was facing a guard or a royal.

“You know, I am only ten years old now, so it’s inevitable that my older brothers and sisters will get some strange ideas after they learn of my age. To avoid future troubles, I had to make the arduous journey and nip all their thoughts in the bud.”

“You…” The guard was momentarily stunned by Muria’s answer, and beside him, the young man buried in the earth couldn’t help but let tears fall from the corners of his eyes, a wave of indescribable sadness engulfing his heart.

“Enough, I have other things to attend to. Take good care of your master and remember to help him manage his emotions.”

Muria glanced at the several armored generals above the barracks, waved his hand as a greeting, and then vanished into the space above the camp.

…

“You’re back!”

Ferdinand looked at his progeny, who had suddenly appeared before him, his expression unchanged. At first, he had been surprised by this kind of free and untraceable movement, but now he had become accustomed to it.

“Mhm.” Muria replied, having gained the Spatial talent by merging with the Heart of Balrog and returning to the Royal Palace.

“The tasks are all done.”

“Done, I’ve visited each one of them.”

“What did you do to them?” Since Muria moved so swiftly, Ferdinand had not yet received specific news.

“Nothing much, I simply showed them a fraction of my insignificant power,” Muria answered, and seeing Ferdinand, who now seemed to be trying to play the role of a father, added, “No one is in life-threatening danger.”

Ferdinand, who had just relaxed, furrowed his brows at Muria’s words. What did he mean by no life-threatening danger? Was this to say that he had dealt with his other offspring based on leaving them their lives, causing a ruckus?

“That’s good.” Ferdinand, feeling that the state of his other children must not be good, did not reprimand Muria in the end, knowing it would be of no use.

“Three days from now, you should be ready to officially take the throne.”

“Mhm.”

“Now, I will give you The King’s Proof.”

“Alright.”

Seeing Muria with an indifferent expression, Ferdinand felt somewhat powerless, recalling the excitement he had felt when receiving The King’s Proof from his father and experiencing a sense of profound disparity.

“Prepare to receive the power of our ancestors of all generations and mine!”

Radiant light emanated from Ferdinand’s chest, growing ever more dazzling with the passage of time. However, as the light shone brighter, Ferdinand’s visage, which had been in the prime of his middle age, aged rapidly.

His hair turned white, deep lines quickly etched across his once sharply defined face, his sturdy and vigorous body swiftly withered, and his straight back bent slightly, hunched over.

When Ferdinand’s body had become as gaunt as bones and seemed as though he might breathe his last at any moment, a radiant crystal core rose from his chest and drifted into the air.

“Merge with it, Arnold,” the now extremely weak Ferdinand called out to Muria, his voice filled with the sense of an impending end.

The Power crystal passed down from the first reigning king, also known as The King’s Proof – it both pressed upon his life and sustained it; a separation would mean Ferdinand’s life was near its end.

“I can let you live on,” Muria said, looking at Ferdinand who seemed to be on his deathbed.

“I don’t want to live any longer,” Ferdinand replied, lifting his skeletal hand in refusal. “Being the King of the Gai Nation is too exhausting!”

“Really?”