King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1236 - 1236 123 Father Im Doing This for Your Own

Chapter 1236: Chapter 123 Father, I’m Doing This for Your Own Good Chapter 1236: Chapter 123 Father, I’m Doing This for Your Own Good “Father, don’t blame your son for being heavy-handed; this is all for your own good.” The moment Muria sensed the power of the Titan within the pale giant opposite him, he felt a resonance from the Titan Bloodline.

It was a power more pure than his own and not weaker than the original. Although the resonance it provoked was very weak, there was no doubt that his father, Ansol’s will, was beginning to awaken. This was the sign.

Muria felt that the appearance of this sign was related to the experiences of his father’s Reincarnated Body, but it was also inseparable from his own actions at this moment.

Thus, with every strike, Muria unleashed more powerful blows on the pale giant, and the force of his impact grew stronger. However, the effect diminished with each hit.

Because dazzling golden arcs appeared on his body, endowing every movement with the power of the Titan, and this was nothing more than a trivial surge of energy that spilled over from the awakening of an Epic Titan.

Crack!

The black dragon possessed claws as dexterous as a human hand; he clenched his five fingers into a fist and smashed it onto the giant’s face—a punch that should have crushed the giant’s face was caught by the giant’s suddenly raised hand.

“Muria, have you had enough?” The giant, who should have been sent flying by that punch, caught the black dragon’s blow, and his eyes, now dyed with the Dazzling Golden Eye, stared at Muria, his demeanor and aura completely different from before.

“Father?” Seeing the dignified masterly aura of the giant opposite him, Muria immediately withdrew his claws and tentatively called out.

“Mm!”

Covered in wounds, with broken bones and torn muscles, the giant—whose demeanor had been like that of a wild beast trapped in dire straits—simply responded faintly; the intense ferocity previously radiating from him was gone.

“Cough, it looks like my method was effective.” Muria coughed dryly and stepped back a few paces. His scales were still stained with the fresh blood that had splattered from the giant, the bright red color strikingly vivid.

“Father, the reason I struck your Reincarnated Body was because I discovered that the likelihood of your consciousness awakening seems higher when near death.”

“My awakening this time has nothing to do with you,” responded Ansol faintly, his body nearly devoid of any intact bones or undamaged flesh.

He closed his eyes to take in all the memories of Nordan, the giant from birth to the present. And from that moment on, the giant—once at the pinnacle before plummeting into the abyss, bearing a vendetta as deep as the sea—vanished from this world.

“The emotions of the Reincarnated Body irritated me, and thus, I awoke.”

The giant, whose eyes had been beaten to the point of bleeding, looked at Muria with no discernible emotion in his Dazzling Golden Eyes.

“So, are you saying this has nothing at all to do with me?”

Muria smiled sheepishly, retracting his bloodstained front claws as flames rose from them, burning away the blood; after all, he had indeed been quite ruthless.

“No.”

Ansol, who had begun using his own power to repair his shattered body, responded very coldly, and his gaze toward Muria became slightly hostile.

“Cough, Father, even if it had nothing to do with me, my intentions were good. I awakened in a state of near-death, and I thought maybe if I brought you to the same brink, you would awaken too.”

Muria stepped back again. Although his father was no match for him at this time, he felt guilty, and therefore he couldn’t face Ansol with a tough stance.

“Mm, so, you decided to beat my body to near death?” Ansol nodded, now in control of his body, fully aware of the state it was in.

“I was hoping you could awaken sooner, Father.”

“Mm.”

“So, Father, can you forgive my offense this one time?” Muria grinned, “After all, I had no other choice.”

“I’ll remember it for now,” Ansol responded indifferently.

“You’re still thinking of getting back at me?” Muria felt somewhat troubled. Although this situation was within his expectations, actually facing it made him feel disheartened.

“Call your mother down.”

Ansol didn’t respond to Muria’s question, clearly not intending to let the matter slide. Instead, he looked up at the azure Giant Dragon circling in the night sky.

“My mother, her consciousness hasn’t awakened yet. She’s just an oblivious young girl right now.”

Muria raised his claw and scratched at the collar of his neck—scales as hard as steel sparked. For Dragonkind, this was a habitual motion.

“Call her down, I want to see!”

“Alright!”

Muria waved toward the sky, and the sky-blue winged serpent dragon slowly descended, bringing the girl with a look of tension on her face down to the ground.

“What, what’s going on?”

Seeing the golden behemoth looking toward her with radiant golden eyes, the girl Areina instantly cast a helpless glance at Muria for assistance.

“Don’t be afraid, my father just wants to meet you,” said Muria, who was displaying a dragon form the girl had never seen before, smiling to soothe her, but his smile only made the girl more panicked.

What does it feel like to see a dragon smile? Does it become more comforting? Bullshit, although a smile can soothe the heart, when a dragon smiles, it reveals its snow-white dragon teeth, and even in smiling, it only makes people more panicked.

“How can I not be afraid?”

The difference in their sizes alone would instill a sense of diminutiveness and fragility in people, let alone the overwhelming disparity in their life forms, which made the girl feel as though she had swallowed hundreds of bitter gallbladders.

“I am your companion, there’s no need to worry, I will not harm you,” said Ansol, trying to comfort the distraught girl, but his reassurances did nothing, only increasing her panic.

“Stop, stop, stop, enough, don’t say anymore, I know I am the reincarnation of the Blazing Sun Dragon King as Muria’s son said, and you are also my companion’s reincarnation, but I don’t have those memories, so…”

The girl’s face was a picture of despair, admitting any kind of companion relationship with the behemoth before her was something she simply couldn’t do because the behemoth was just too large for her to handle.

“Um, Father, and if you talk to my mother about this now, she might not be able to accept it.”

Muria placed himself between his parents, trying to bridge their communication that was already entirely out of sync, “So maybe you could wait a bit longer? Wait until her consciousness awakens, then you can tell her all of this.”

“When will her consciousness awaken?” Ansol asked without any emotional intonation, but Muria could feel the undeniable care concealed within his words.

“That’s unclear, I awakened in a desperate situation, and you, Father, were awoken by a surge of sheer desperation. Mother probably needs similar conditions to revive.”

“What are you planning to do?”

Seeing both the giant and the golden dragon turn their gazes to her simultaneously, Areina stepped back several paces, ultimately falling and sitting beneath the prostrate winged serpent dragon, too scared to move.

“Forget it, after all, she is my mother, I can’t bring myself to do it. Let’s just leave it to nature,” Muria said, trying to prevent what he already guessed Ansol was contemplating.

It was merely about replicating his recent actions, forcing his mother—the girl currently devoid of any Dragon King memories—into a desperate situation and then allowing her to erupt from within it.

“Then why were you able to act against me just now? Why not leave things to nature with me?” demanded the now-awakened Titan, staring at his son who had beaten his reincarnated body into severe injuries, issuing a soul-deep interrogation.

“To any creature, fathers and mothers are different,” Muria gave a dry and quite feeble explanation under the watchful eyes of his father.

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Although Ansol felt like taking action, considering the current situation, he wasn’t sure he could defeat Muria with his present body, and it would be overkill to use his real form.

So, he decided to put the matter on hold, planning to return his son’s actions in spades when the opportunity arose in the future.

“Hey, I had no choice, after all, the state of your reincarnated body was quite bleak, I couldn’t not take action.”

“Enough, take good care of your mother, I have things to do,” Ansol didn’t want to hear his son’s explanation, regardless of the process, the result was evident in his own body, and any further explanations were pointless.

“Wait, where are you going?” asked Muria hastily, seeing his father’s determined stance.

“To settle some things,” replied the behemoth without turning back, heading toward the space gate straddling the sky.

“Is it about the reincarnated bodies?”

“Correct.”

“This is a war of expansion between civilizations and races, it’s not about right or wrong, anything done is normal.”

“What are you trying to say? That I should give up on revenge? This is a deep-seated grudge of a Titan named Nordan, he is me, so this hatred also belongs to me.”

Ansol turned around, locking eyes with Muria, the flames of vengeance burning in his eyes. Although he couldn’t influence an Epic, the Epic was willing to bear the will of this vengeful spirit.

“I have no intention of stopping your revenge. It’s only natural for survivors to seek retribution against those who destroyed their homeland and slaughtered their people to the brink of extinction. However, I ask that you refrain from employing the power of the epic in your vengeance, from allowing the flames of hatred to spread over the entire race and civilization.”

“I know where to draw the line. Take your mother and search for other tribe members whose consciousness hasn’t yet awakened,” said Ansol, noncommittal to Muria’s plea. In the end, his scar-covered body disappeared from Muria’s sight.