King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 994 - 994 981 Do You Have the Right to Call Me

Chapter 994: Chapter 981: Do You Have the Right to Call Me Useless? Chapter 994: Chapter 981: Do You Have the Right to Call Me Useless? “You don’t have the stench of a human after being devoured, which is rare,”

Under the dejected man’s gaze, he saw that sitting upon the back of the black dog in front of him was a lazily poised young man, who was now strangely sizing him up as if looking at some rare toy.

“Even if you don’t plan on preying on humans, what are you doing mixing with those guys? And running when they do? Don’t you know your kind of Different Species isn’t within our hunting range?”

“I really didn’t know that, if I had, I wouldn’t have run,” the dejected man replied, astonished, and also delighted to realize he might actually stand a chance at surviving this hunt.

“Let’s go, I’m not killing you.” Muria waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged man to scram.

“Oh, oh, great.” The dejected man’s face showed sheer ecstasy, his previous despair disappearing in an instant.

“By the way, don’t ever again mix with those Different Species organizations that harm humans. If there’s a second time, no matter whether you’ve got human blood on you or not, I’ll slaughter you just the same.”

“Got it, I’ll live a good life from now on, definitely won’t get involved with this crap again.” The dejected man, realizing he wasn’t going to be hunted, slapped himself, and quickly assured Muria.

He was just an ordinary human, but one day, his genes suddenly mutated, and then he developed things that didn’t belong to humans. Out of concern, he believed that the Star Armor Masters among humans would surely come to hunt him down.

So, driven by fear of death and longing for life, the dejected man joined a Ghoul organization, where he existed somewhat like a high-level enforcer.

However, whenever there was a fight, he would always secretly slack off on the sidelines, never putting in the effort. The consequences of all his past actions finally burst forth before him, and he would be the only Different Species to survive this hunting operation.

…

A group of young people in white stood on a distant high-rise building, looking at the scene of Muria leading the hunt of Native species, exchanging glances and starting to converse amongst themselves.

“Dark Night Hunter, Jelos, hey, that’s a pretty resounding banner!”

“And it really lives up to the name, very fitting for the young master who keeps a bunch of Native species. His Native species are like his kennel of hunting dogs.”

“Tch, must be nice to have power and influence! When can I ever experience a big figure’s life like his? Even if it took ten years off my life, I’d be willing.”

“Dream on, it’s not just about shaving off ten years. If I could land a formal member status in a Great family, I’d be willing to cut my lifespan in half.”

“Stop kidding yourselves, you guys as top Great family members? Go wash up and get to sleep!”

“Speaking of which, have you guys noticed that Jelos’s strength seems to grow every so often, like there’s no limit?”

“Don’t feel anything. No matter how much his strength increases, no matter how strong he becomes, it makes no difference to me. Every time, I just get my ass whooped by him single-handedly.”

“Instead of discussing strength, we might as well discuss how to stop this young master. At the rate he’s going, all the Different Species in our city will run away, and then we’ll have no more missions to do.”

“There’s nothing that can be done about it. Who can help it when his strength is so formidable? Besides, those pets of his eat a lot.”

…

“Jelos Douglas, over the past year, you have proven your combat Talent through real battles, so starting today, you can return to the campus and continue your Star Armor Master studies,”

“What about my position in the Security Bureau?”

“You’ll be demoted two levels, and then have it recorded as a military rank in your file.”

“So am I being fired?” Muria raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t put it like that. Actually, we’re also left with no other choice. Do you know how many Different Species you’ve killed recently? The way you’re killing, by the time you graduate middle school, you’ll have wiped out all the Different Species in this city. What about the others? Leave some for your juniors at least.”

“Okay, I got it!”

From then on, the Dark Night Hunter, who had left countless urban legends in Dovalir, officially retired and never appeared again.

Because this hunter started focusing on his studies and the cultivation of martial arts, gradually building up his foundation, waiting for the chance to soar to the heavens.

…

“With high school coming up, do you have any plans?” Golden Dragon Mother asked Muria, lounging lazily on the couch, her business booming more than ever and the funds at her disposal growing massively.

“What’s there to think about? Just cultivate step by step following the established path. Once my strength reaches a certain realm, I will naturally come to know everything I should know.”

Muria’s expression was exceptionally calm. Over the years, he had deliberately or inadvertently gathered some intelligence and had roughly figured out what the problem with this world was.

The Sky-descended Breed! One of the three major branches of Different Species, they were the fundamental reason for the internal contradictions within the world. Just by their name, one could know the origin of these Different Species—they were not native creatures of this world, but intelligent races that descended upon the world with the meteor three hundred years ago.

They also occupied a significant area of the world. Fortunately, the territory they bordered was not the Zijing Federation but the Flash Silver Empire, one of the three great Human Overlord-level nations in the Star Armor World.

In the Human faction, the Flash Silver Empire held a pivotal position because it was the frontline against the Sky-descended Different Species. Next in line was one of the three Overlord nations, the Stars Congregation, a country formed by a bunch of charlatans. In Muria’s eyes, the politics of this country were somewhat murky.

The Zijing Federation, on the other hand, was the farthest from the Sky-descended Breed’s territory. In other words, Humans in the Zijing Federation were the most at ease among the three great Human Overlord nations, likewise lacking the tempering of blood and fire. The combat power of Federation Starmor Masters ranked at the bottom among the three Overlords.

Of course, that was only in comparison to the other two Overlord nations; the Federation Starmor Masters, leveraging their advanced armament, had no problems bullying Starmor Masters from their vassal nations.

“This mindset of yours is a bit too lackadaisical, isn’t it? In the prime of your life, yet all you think about is going with the flow!”

“Heh! And you think you’re in a position to criticize me? Count how long it’s been since you’ve last stepped out the door.” Muria scoffed coldly. Anyone else could call him idle or lazy, but not the Golden Dragon Mother; she was the true master of idle cultivation.

“Ahem, let’s skip over that topic. Right now, we’re discussing your arrangements in high school.”

“Just keep it the same as now; there’s no need to be too deliberate.” Muria currently had no specific ambitions. With insufficient strength, it was natural to keep a low profile and develop. After growing stronger, that would be the time to surge forward.

“That won’t do.”

“How so?”

“During your high school years, a National Starmor Master League will commence. It’s an event specifically established by the government to cultivate Starmor Masters, held once every three years and open to all high school students to enroll.”

“And so?”

“This is an excellent opportunity for you to improve your status within the Douglas family’s territory. If you manage to clinch the first place in this league, the resources allocated to you in the future will absolutely be heaven and earth apart from now.”

“I understand.” Muria nodded, indicating he understood.

“Don’t think securing the first place will be a simple matter. In this league, Clans from across the Federation will send their members to compete. There are not a few who have an adaptation rate over 80% and even several over 90%.”

“High talent only means they can control more Star Armor Equipment than me among peers, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they are stronger in combat than I am.”

“I’m just reminding you not to underestimate your opponents.”

…

After returning home, Muria thought for a moment, and then dialed the old butler’s phone. He had developed a habit of chatting with the elderly butler occasionally for no particular reason and occasionally asking him for resources.

“Butler Paris, if I were to participate in the next Star Armor Masters Competition and secured the first place, how much more resources could the family allocate towards me?”

“Does Young Master Jelos have that much confidence?” Upon hearing Muria’s words, the white-haired old man paused for a moment, then asked with a chuckle.

“I am a Starmor Master, but I am also a Martial Artist. As a cultivator of martial arts, I naturally move forward bravely, firmly believing that I can shatter all obstacles.” Muria’s response was calm and collected, not feeling that his question was the least bit arrogant.

“Young Master Jelos, if you can win the first place in the next Star Armor Masters Competition, the resources you receive will be at least ten times more than your current share.”

“That’s much better than I expected.”

“However, don’t be complacent, Young Master Jelos. Each Star Armor Masters Competition sees many geniuses from Clans and high schools participating, and the champion of each tournament has had an adaptation rate to Star over 85%. If you, Young Master Jelos, win the championship, then you will create a new history.”

“Creating history, huh? That sounds quite intriguing.”

“Oh, there’s one thing I think I need to remind you of. When you participate in the Starmor competition, you should be in your second year of high school, and your sister Daisy, having skipped two grades with her outstanding performance, will likely join the same Starmor Masters Competition, if nothing unexpected happens.”

“Oh!” Muria’s expression did not change at all upon hearing the news, because to him, his half-sister Daisy was practically no different from a stranger.

“If I encounter her in the competition, I won’t go easy on her.”