King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 879 - 879 867 Descending into the Mundane World

Chapter 879: Chapter 867: Descending into the Mundane World, Ascending to the Pinnacle Chapter 879: Chapter 867: Descending into the Mundane World, Ascending to the Pinnacle “His starting point is simply too high!” Muria gazed at Aeolus, who played with a group of flower fairies in the form of a Blazing Sky God, and heaved a slight sigh.

The gap between Aeolus and his past self was vast. If they were from the same era, undoubtedly, his son would have easily defeated his younger self, but there was no helping it; when he and Michaela conceived Aeolus, their combined strength was far greater than his parents had been at that time.

When the Golden Dragon Mother and Ansol conceived Muria, they hadn’t yet broken through to the Legend rank. Whereas by the time Muria and Michaela had Aeolus, Muria was on the verge of breaking through to the Seventh Rank of Legend, and Michaela was already at the Legendary Fifth Rank.

That such powerful beings could conceive a child was a miracle in itself, neither too great nor too small, and it wasn’t just about the gap in strength. In terms of the level of life, Muria and Michaela had completely surpassed the Golden Dragon Mother and Ansol of that time.

There is no need to say more about Muria; soon after his birth, he underwent a transformation with the source power given by his maternal grandfather, Dimos, his life form approaching that of a Dragon King.

Michaela, by virtue of her bloodline, directly became the Blazing Sky God Race’s first recognized genius. Her bloodline was the strongest the Divine Clan had seen in nearly a hundred thousand years; besides the direct descendants of the Blazing Ancient Gods, there was none with a purer Blazing Sky God bloodline than hers.

Therefore, Aeolus, who inherited part of the power from Muria and Michaela, could freely switch between the forms of Titan, Blazing Sky God, and Golden Dragon. Furthermore, he could freely merge two, or even three, forms; such a talent utterly surpassed the initial Muria.

Moreover, Aeolus’s initial strength was astonishingly powerful. He was born with the ability to fly, which is one of the characteristics of a Gold Rank. Having such power from birth was indeed excessive.

Apart from some very special races, there are hardly any Eternal Life Beings that possess such strong power immediately after birth. Starting too high is not seen as a good thing in the eyes of some beings.

Take the Titan Tribe as an example. Could those Epic Titans not increase the tribe’s lower limits? Of course, they had that ability, but there was simply no need; raising the race’s lower limits brought nothing but harm.

The stronger the power, the fewer the opponents. For Titans growing to Legend, they often faced this dilemma, whereas when they were weaker, they could easily find adversaries willing to battle them.

“You’ve already made your decision; why dwell on it so?” Michaela said with mixed feelings, upon hearing Muria’s words.

Although she loved to battle and her temperament was more domineering compared to the ordinary Blazing Sky God Descendant, she was still a Blazing Sky God Descendant and couldn’t bear to see her son suffer.

“Aeolus!” Muria approached Aeolus, who was playing.

“What is it, Father?” Aeolus, who was playing with the flower fairies, looked up at his father approaching and instinctively sensed something ominous.

“Your playtime has come to an end!” Muria picked up his child and cradled him in his palms. As Aeolus looked on with a confused expression, a layer of golden Divine Light spread from Muria’s body. One Rune after another formed, creating a Runes Formation, and descended upon Aeolus’ body.

“Father, what are you doing?” Aeolus curiously stretched out his hand toward the Runes Formation entering his body, not sensing any danger. He even tried to catch them in his hands, but he found he couldn’t touch any of them.

“This is a sealing array,” Muria explained. “It will temporarily seal your bloodline’s power, as well as the memories of this period. But don’t worry, when you grow up and break through to Legend, all these formations will shatter, and all your powers will return.”

“Father, I’m so sleepy!” By this time, Aeolus could no longer hear what Muria was saying. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and he couldn’t help but want to close them. Slowly, darkness covered his vision, and everything before his eyes blurred and faded into the dark.

“Everything you are going through now will make you stronger in the future!”

Muria watched as the child he cradled in his palm gradually weakened, his body steadily shrinking; Muria felt a pang of reluctance, but he quickly steeled his heart.

With his current power, if he didn’t do this, he would likely spoil his child into a super second-generation brat. If thrown among the Titan Tribe, he would cultivate an individual with a great interest in battle.

If Muria hadn’t been affected by the memories of his past life, he might not have been much different from a regular Titan by now, at most having some dragon characteristics like greed and lust.

And what would happen if Aeolus were thrown into the Blazing Sky God Race? Just look at his eldest uncle’s wife. With such high talent, she merely lives quietly as a floriculturist, seemingly without much ambition.

As for the education of the Dragon Race, it varies among different branches. The traditional Golden Dragon education usually involves placing one’s child in the care of a well-conducted Noble household.

Muria disagreed with such a method because even the most virtuous of Human Nobles had circles of influence, and without restraint, the schemes Humans Nobles could concoct would leave even a Demon speechless.

“Is it necessary to seal him to such a degree?” Michaela asked, somewhat distressed, as she looked at Aeolus, who in Muria’s hand had shrunk to the size of an average Human baby.

“Rising from insignificance to reach the pinnacle will enable him to stand firmer, fearless of any storm,” Muria responded with determination. “His starting point is too high, and that’s not good. It will develop some bad habits in him.”

If Muria did not intervene and allowed Aeolus to grow freely in Sinapus, the exceedingly talented child would surely grow amidst flattery and compliance. One can imagine what kind of individual such an environment would raise.

“I will grow with him!” Michaela took the now small bundle that was Aeolus, who had shrunk to a human-like size, from Muria’s hands, her eyes filled with loving pity.

“Of course, we will all grow with him!” Muria embraced Michaela, gazing at the sleeping Aeolus, now sealed and in slumber.

“However, before that, we need a new identity, a disguise.”

…

Ten years later, in the eastern part of Senapus Subcontinent, within Holy Flame City, at Holy Flame Elementary School, in fifth grade class 23

“The results of last week’s mainstream race language test are out. Now, let’s begin announcing the scores!”

The language teacher, cradling a thick stack of exam papers, walked into the classroom. The already unusually quiet room suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere tensed, and everyone stared at the teacher standing at the podium flipping through papers, utterly expressionless, as if facing a formidable enemy.

“Emin Yalin, 57 points, fail.”

“Charles Treney, 58 points, fail.”

…Each time someone’s name was called, a look of utter despair flashed across the face of the elementary school student. They could imagine the reception they would get at home after reporting their scores to their parents.

“Alyssa Lu, 87 points, good.”

When the teacher reached this point, her facial expression softened somewhat, revealing a semblance of a smile. Of course, the students whose names had been mentioned also appeared happier. Going home, they had something to show for themselves, and the more forgiving parents might even offer some rewards.

…

“Godrick Lee, 99 points, excellent!”

“Aeolus, perfect score, outstanding!” Upon announcing this, the language teacher looked up at a child with black hair and golden pupils sitting in the front row, admiration evident in her eyes. But she wasn’t too surprised; after all, this was just a stable performance for this student.

“Edmans, perfect score, outstanding!”

…After calling out three more names, the language teacher looked up, then her face broke into a radiant smile: “This time, our class’s overall score is among the top in the grade. These students who received perfect scores are indispensable to this achievement. Let’s give them the warmest applause to express our gratitude.”

As the teacher finished speaking, spattering applause filled the classroom. Every clapping student wore a nonchalant expression; they were already used to this situation.

“Are these guys monsters? How can they achieve perfect scores on a test that clearly leaves no room for others? What are their brains made of?”

“They look the same as us, but in reality, they are not even the same species as us!”

“If only I had half their intelligence, I wouldn’t get beaten when I get home.”

“I don’t need half; a third would be more than enough for me.”

Amid the tepid applause, a few elementary students couldn’t help but whisper among themselves, filled with complex emotions towards those few in the class who almost always achieved perfect scores on tests.

“Teacher!” As the clapping dwindled, Aeolus, sitting in the front row, raised his hand.

“What is it?” The teacher was exceedingly indulgent towards top students.

“I’d like to know how many students in our grade got a perfect score on this test?”

“There are a total of 1,862 students in the grade, and only 52 achieved perfect scores in this round of tests—our class alone has five!” The language teacher explained with animated excitement, for her class having produced five perfect scores was far above the average.

“52 perfect scores!” Aeolus’s face fell upon hearing the number of students who scored perfectly.

…

“What a disgrace. I, a high school student from Sinapus Dragon Clan Academy, actually disguised myself to participate in an elementary-level test for the short-lived species!” Edmans stared at the perfect-scored paper in front of him, feelings of humiliation surging in him.

“I can’t comprehend why the Academy would assign such a low-difficulty, yet highly rewarded credit task!” Edmans crumpled the paper in front of him into a ball and tossed it into the drawer, planning to destroy it without a trace when no one was looking. This was a dark moment in his history that absolutely had to be erased.

“This credit task must not have been taken up by me alone. For the short-lived species’ elementary students, the test is indeed too difficult – it would be normal to have just one or two scoring perfectly. But now, this elementary school has produced dozens of perfect scorers.”