King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 995 - 995 982 A Warning from My Sister

Chapter 995: Chapter 982: A Warning from My Sister Chapter 995: Chapter 982: A Warning from My Sister “Where do you plan to attend high school? Have you decided?” Susanna sat on the sofa, looking at Muria and asked him the same question about his studies.

“Xiril Academy has a Senior High School Department, so I’ll just stay here. I can’t be bothered to go anywhere else,” Muria said with indifference, revealing his decision.

For him, it was all the same wherever he studied; anyway, his main focus was on Martial Arts. As for being a Star Armor Master, he just practiced casually since his Star talent was just over 60%.

The advancement of a Star Armor Master’s strength primarily relies on the refined Star Gold in their Star Armor. By cultivating their Star Armor over time, sensing and guiding its special energy, not only does it strengthen their physique but also further improves their compatibility with the Star Armor, making its manipulation in battle more intuitive.

In this regard, without a doubt, Star Armor Masters with a high compatibility for Star talent have a tremendous advantage. A single day’s training result for a Star Armor Master with high talent is equivalent to two days for a regular-talented Star Armor Master.

The gap might not seem significant in the short term, but once the timeframe is extended, the disparity between high and low-talented Star Armor Masters will become so immense that it drives one to despair.

Take, for example, Muria’s half-sister he had never met. This little girl’s talent exceeded 80%, and as long as she did not slack off, it was inevitable that she would surpass Muria in the ranks of Star Armor Masters.

If the day’s cultivation results for Muria’s Star Armor were three, then for his sister it would be four. The difference might not seem striking in isolation, but multiply those numbers by three thousand, and the gap becomes something to be revered.

“If possible, I hope you go to the Federal Capital for high school.”

“Why? Is there any difference? The teachers at Xiril Academy can teach me just the same.”

“But their level doesn’t compare to those in the Capital. The majority of elites are concentrated there; you need to go there to enroll,” Susanna blinked, looking at her son with a trace of satisfaction in her eyes,

“Besides, you’re already acknowledged as the strongest one in Xiril Academy. Continuing your studies here is pointless, without any competitive opponents, you’ll slow down your progress.”

“I don’t need opponents.” Muria stroked his chin, speaking truthfully. Other than his Golden Dragon Mother and Titan father, he had yet to encounter anyone in the world whom he could consider his rival.

“I’m not joking with you, Genos. If you maintain the best results for too long, pride will undoubtedly take root in your heart. Hence, you need to go to the Imperial Capital and see the other elites to broaden your horizons.”

Hearing his mother’s reasons for wanting him to go to the Capital, Muria’s mouth twitched slightly, and without further argument, he quickly nodded his head in agreement: “Alright, then!”

“In the Capital…” Susanna, who was still trying to persuade Muria, suddenly stiffened. She had thought that she would need to expend a great deal of effort to convince Muria, knowing her son always had his own firm opinions. Yet, surprisingly, this time Muria had not stood his ground.

There was a brief silence in the living room, and then Susanna spoke again, this time to caution him.

“Genos, the Capital is not like our provincial city. When you get there, make sure to keep a low profile. Even if you encounter trouble, be patient. There are many there with the same or even greater influence than you.”

“I know,” Muria replied while pretending to listen intently to the rambling Susanna, all the while devoting most of his attention to his daily training.

This time, Susanna had decided not to accompany Muria, so she sat pulling at him in the living room for a long time, talking about everything from conduct to the power dynamics in the Imperial Capital, rambling on endlessly.

…

“Young Master Jelos, are you sure you want to bring all these pets to the Capital?” a grey-haired old man asked somewhat helplessly through the communicator.

“Butler Paris, why ask these superfluous questions? You should have received the intelligence on these pets of mine, right? You ought to understand their combat power. Do you think I would leave this considerable fighting force here?”

“I must remind you, Young Master Jelos, although the Star Armor Master’s competition doesn’t explicitly forbid bringing pets into the arena, those of your pets’ scale are somewhat beyond the norm. Even if you achieve victory in the early stages of the competition using these pets, you’ll face restrictions later on.”

“Pets can be brought into the arena during battle?” Muria raised his eyebrows. He had initially thought of fighting through the competition on his own, “Being able to use them in the early stages isn’t bad. Even if they’re restricted later on, I can fight my way through with my fists.”

“I’ll arrange for a train for you and your pets to travel directly to the Capital!” Hearing Muria’s words, Butler Paris couldn’t help but pull at the corner of his mouth.

This young master’s words, he wouldn’t believe a word. The fellow who shamelessly begged him for resources every day hadn’t noticed this loophole in the Star Armor Master’s competition rules that seemed tailor-made for him?

…

“Think before you act, and remember not to court trouble. Even if a conflict arises accidentally with someone else, try to contact Butler Paris first, and let him solve it for you.”

In the empty train station, a beautifully dressed Susanna held Muria’s hand, her eyes brimming with tears, as she instructed.

“If no one offends me, I won’t offend anyone,” Muria replied with a smile, “You know, I’m not someone who seeks out trouble. I’ve always kept to myself.”

Hearing Muria’s words, even Susanna, who was upset over their parting, couldn’t help but laugh through her tears. Then she gently patted Muria’s forehead,

“I’m not joking with you, after you get to the Imperial Capital, keep a low profile and really avoid troubling anyone, especially other members of the Douglas family.”

“Understood!” Muria nodded upon hearing the meaningful suggestion, “As long as they don’t provoke me, I won’t bother with them either.”

The farewell lasted nearly an hour before Muria, accompanied by two servants whose bodies were gradually growing, boarded the train.

This unmanned train carried only three humanoid passengers—Muria and her two adopted servants—as the rest were fierce beasts that Muria had raised, actually the perceptual vessels for her own minions’ consciousness.

The train hardly made any noise, smoothly departing the platform and carrying Muria and her minions into the distance.

…

“Young Master Genos.”

As the train doors opened smoothly, Muria was greeted by a smiling old man with silver hair, dressed in a neat butler’s outfit, waiting on the platform.

“Butler Paris, I finally meet you in person, previously we only communicated through the communicator,” Muria said with a smile as she approached the old man, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you for quite some days.”

“You flatter me.” The butler returned the smile with grace, then glanced behind Muria, “What about your pets?”

“They’re getting off.” Muria, who could sense his minions’ consciousness, replied.

“Hmm?” The butler looked at the rocking train and the ground that was shattering and sinking, then put on a pair of reading glasses, after which the scene before his eyes changed dramatically.

He saw one after another, gigantic and ferocious beasts alighting from the train, surrounding Muria and also squatting beside him.

“Optical camouflage device?”

“I’ve added a few other little gadgets!” Muria replied, not daring to claim expertise in other areas, but when it came to technological creations, he certainly had some foundational knowledge; after all, the Mechanism Emperor had gifted him an entire Void Fleet.

“It would be perfect if it could reduce their destruction of the surroundings.”

“There’s no need for that, I only installed the optical camouflage devices on them to avoid causing panic among the general populace,” Muria chuckled.

“Oh,” the old butler nodded, then gestured behind him, “Your residence is ready. Please bring your lovely little pets and follow me to the car!”

As Muria sat in the car, watching the bustling buildings receding on both sides, he started chatting with the old butler again, “I wonder where you have arranged for me to stay. As you can see, I have a substantial number of pets, and a smaller place might not accommodate them all.”

“You need not worry about that. You will directly move into our Douglas family’s Fennel Manor, which has ample space for your pets to move around.”

“Fennel Manor isn’t just occupied by me, is it?” Muria raised an eyebrow, feeling he was not important enough for the Douglas family to allocate an Imperial Capital manor to him directly.

“Correct, your sister Miss Desley also lives there. You will likely see each other often in the future.”

“What does that mean?” Muria narrowed his eyes.

“It means nothing. All clan members attending school in the Capital live in Fennel Manor,” Butler Paris answered, “Please be prepared in advance. Your sister has been informed of your arrival today and might come to meet you!”

“Oh!”

…

“Jelos?”

“You are Daisy?” Muria, who had just opened the car door and stepped out, looked at the green-haired girl coming toward him surrounded by a group of youngsters and raised his eyebrows slightly.

“I am a follower of Miss Desley, Anna!”

“Oh.” Muria looked indifferently at the green-haired girl who was a full head shorter than him.

“Jelos, I am here to warn you on behalf of Miss Desley. Even though you are her brother by blood, if you dare to use the miss’ name to stir up trouble in the Imperial Capital, don’t blame me for not being polite.”

“Is this what you call a welcome?” Muria glanced at Butler Paris getting off the train, “A farce for me?”