King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 926 - 926 914 Emerging

Chapter 926: Chapter 914 Emerging Chapter 926: Chapter 914 Emerging “Ule!” “Ule!”

When the sun rose from the horizon, several cheerful and childish voices sounded outside Muria’s cabin.

“Ah!” Muria sat up from his tree bed, stretched lazily, and then tidied up the beast skin garment he was wearing, “Wait a minute, I’ll get up right away!”

“What are you looking for me for again?” Muria was somewhat troubled. There were many Yi Kong children of the same age in the tribe, but Muria really couldn’t pretend to act childishly and play with them.

Therefore, with these same-kind, he mostly displayed an extremely aloof attitude. Over time, these children essentially stopped actively seeking to play with him, and even when calling his name, it was mostly a matter of courtesy.

“Ule, I heard you’re going to conquer Mesha and become the king of the Great Aya Lei Forest!”

As soon as Muria stepped out of his treehouse, he immediately saw a Yi Kong girl grinning and asking him.

“That’s right!” Hearing what the girl said, Muria nodded. He felt somewhat helpless inside, as it had only been one night since his first goal had become known throughout the entire tribe.

The identity of the leak was obvious, as he had only discussed this matter with the great elder. Now, judging by the fact that this girl ran over to ask him about it, it must be known to everyone.

“So it’s true! I thought it was just a joke!” Upon hearing Muria’s own confirmation, the girl who had come over so early in the morning revealed a look of admiration, “Ule, you’re really amazing!”

“Tsk, what’s so amazing about that, anyone can talk big. I can do it too!” A boy who played with them retorted, somewhat unreconvinced, at the girl’s words.

“Geze, don’t talk nonsense! We should be happy to ride a Blue Creek Beast, don’t speak of such foolish things as conquering Mesha!”

“Then you should say that to Ule, not to me!” The Yi Kong youth named Geze pursed his lips, “He’s the one who talked big first!”

“This isn’t talking big. When I decide to ride Mesha, then it shall surely become a reality in the future!” Muria spoke these words with almost no expression on his face, and the group of young Yi Kong children could almost hear the strong confidence contained in his words.

“Ule, what gives you the right to say such things?” Suddenly a young man, feeling unconvinced, came forward to question Muria.

Muria walked over to the group of children, looking down at them from his greater height, even though their ages were similar, but Muria’s stature was a full head taller than theirs, “Excuse me, please make way, I’m going to have breakfast!”

To them, Muria’s stature was full of oppressive force, and they obediently cleared a path to the vine bridge. Muria simply passed by them and left directly.

“This guy!” The Yi Kong youth who had just questioned Muria clenched his fist unwillingly. As Muria’s gaze fell on him, his body involuntarily shivered, and then he unconsciously made way.

“So cool!” Unlike these young men, the young girls were filled with admiration for Muria’s just action and words. Even in such a peaceful atmosphere, the Yi Kong people still revered the strong.

…

Muria arrived at his parents’ treehouse, and by this time, they were already up, preparing a special breakfast for Muria—some fruit freshly picked from the trees.

“Ule, you’re here! Come and eat!” His mother Heda called Muria over to eat, with a gentle smile always present on her face for Muria.

“Ule, I heard you want to conquer Mesha and make it your companion?” Batu, who was adjusting his bow and arrow, saw Muria and chuckled as he asked.

“Mmm!” Muria picked up a juicy red berry and swallowed it in one gulp. The nutritional value of these fruits was actually quite high, and in sufficient quantities, they could also satisfy him for one meal.

“Ambitious, just like my son!” Upon hearing his son’s personal admission, Batu laughed. For a father, it was pleasing in itself that his son had such aspirations, regardless of whether he truly had the capability in the future.

“What ambition!” In contrast to her happy father, his mother Heda’s smile gradually faded, “What’s so good about conquering Mesha? Isn’t it nice to come of age peacefully and then ride a Blue Creek Beast?”

“Heda, riding Mesha can make one the king of the Great Aya Lei Forest!” Noticing his wife’s displeased expression, Batu replied with a laugh. Unlike the knowledgeable Muria, the adult Yi Kong people were very clear about this tradition.

“And then what? What’s it like to be king?” Heda immediately retorted.

“That…” Batu hesitated, unable to think of any advantage to being a king who had conquered Mesha.

“Even if he’s king, he still lives in the same treehouses, eats the same food, wears the same clothes!” Heda answered her own question, “If so, why take the risk of losing one’s life to conquer Mesha? It’s completely not worth it.”

“A king’s house, what he eats, his clothes will all be better than what we have now! It cannot be the same as ours!” Batu, racking his brains, tried to rebut his wife.

“We’re already good enough now, so there’s absolutely no need to risk our lives to conquer Mesha and become king!” Heda, looking at Muria who was eating breakfast, admonished.

“Mother, I want to become a king, not in pursuit of better luxuries. A king signifies immense power, but also equivalent responsibility. A king must also bear the responsibility of improving the lives of his subjects while he enjoys their tribute,”

Muria raised his head to correct his parents’ understanding of a king.

“But now, every Yi Kong person in every tribe of the Great Aya Lei Forest lives very well. We Yi Kong people don’t need a better life; we don’t need a king riding on Mesha!” Heda dealt yet another heavy blow to Muria’s first goal.

“…” Muria didn’t respond to his mother’s words but instead chewed a fruit pit in his mouth fiercely with his teeth, swallowing it down along with the flesh.

He couldn’t communicate with his mother. How could he talk to her about the Void? About the threats that came from beyond the Void? Should he tell her that in the eyes of the forces of the Void, their world was a juicy piece of meat, potentially invaded at any time?

Ridiculous! In his mother’s eyes, the great Aryale Forest was the whole world; she didn’t care, nor did she wish to know what lay beyond it. She only cared about her husband and her son.

…

After Muria finished breakfast and was prepared with his hunting gear, Batu, who had also readied himself, walked out of the treehouse with him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and encouraged him.

“Ule, don’t mind what your mother said; just do whatever you want to do! I support you! But don’t provoke the Mesha before you’re truly ready,” Batu advised.

“Mhm, I know.” Muria, who was contemplating what to do after eating, nodded. Indeed, this world was too peaceful.

“Then I’m off to prepare lunch for you!” Batu patted Muria’s shoulder and prepared to leave. Having a son with a tremendous appetite meant he had to work harder.

“Father, wait!” Seeing his father dressed for the hunt, Muria’s eyes lit up and he called out to him.

“What is it?”

“Take me hunting with you!” Muria suggested, feeling it was time for him to venture out.

“What?” Batu was slightly taken aback by Muria’s request. He firmly shook his head as he looked at his son, who was just up to his chest in height. “No!”

“Why not? My strength, speed, and endurance are already comparable to yours…no, the same as yours.” Muria quickly corrected himself mid-sentence, leaving some dignity for his biological father.

“The same as mine?” Batu laughed upon hearing Muria’s assertion.

“If you don’t believe it, we can have a test. If I win, you take me hunting!” Muria stated confidently.

“Alright!” Faced with his son’s challenge, Batu accepted readily. However, a hint of doubt surfaced in his heart, given his son’s usual large appetite.

“What am I thinking? No matter how much he eats, he’s still only this big. How strong can he be?” Batu quickly shook his head, dispelling the doubts in his mind.

“Let’s arm wrestle!” Muria proposed the simplest and most direct method.

…Half an hour later

Muria looked calmly at his father across from him, whose neck had swollen up and veins were bulging, and couldn’t help but ask somewhat helplessly, “Shall we go again?”

“Again!” Batu bellowed like a gambler, unable to accept the reality of what had just happened.

“Alright then!” Muria let go of his palm, and Antu, whose hand had been pinned immovably to the stone table, finally managed to lift his arm.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the scattered Yikong People who had come to see the spectacle, the father and son clasped hands once more, and “Click!” Unsurprisingly, the father’s hand was pinned down by the son’s hand onto the stone table again.

“Can you take me hunting now, Father?” Muria asked, looking at his father on the other side.

“You…” Batu’s face grew slightly red under the gaze of his people, “Let go first.”

“Oh!” Muria released his hand. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give his father face, but rather that the time had come for him to show his unique talents.

“Hunting isn’t just about strength; it also requires skill. There are plenty of powerful monsters, but we Yikong people can easily shoot them down with our bows and arrows.”

Although his son had surpassed him in strength, Batu still instinctually didn’t want to take Muria out with him.

“I know!” Muria nodded. “I can use a bow and arrow!”

“You…” Batu started to object due to Muria not knowing how to use a bow and arrow, but then stiffened up, putting on a serious fatherly face, trying to regain the face he had lost,

“If you can, you can; if you can’t, you can’t. You’ve never practiced; how could you possibly know how to use a bow and arrow?”

“Words are always pale; I prefer to prove myself with facts!” Muria extended his hand to his father, “Father, lend me your bow for a moment!”

“You this child…” Under the watchful eyes of the tribe, Batu took off his longbow along with the quiver and handed them to Muria.

“Just pick any target!” Muria drew the bow, notched an arrow, the bowstring taut as a full moon, and then, Click!