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Chapter 790 - 444: Father, please don’t contact me anymore, I’m afraid the academy might misunderstand

Chapter 790: Chapter 444: Father, please don’t contact me anymore, I’m afraid the academy might misunderstand

Few people knew that the Golden Knight, Awada, was a native of the Watercolor Federation.

He was born in the Phosphorescent City of the Great Oasis, a territory under the Watercolor Federation. His family was the ruling family of Phosphorescent City, hereditarily inheriting this fertile and vast land. The Simon Family was, in truth, the regal family of Phosphorescent City.

However, as the sixth son of the Phosphorescent City Lord, Awada’s childhood was anything but happy. Because he was merely a bastard, a lowborn illegitimate child who tainted the noble blood of the Simon Family. He had no mother, and his father’s eyes were full of nothing but indifference. In the family, he was ostracized, and in such circumstances, it wouldn’t even be mentioned acquiring resources or guidance—Awada nearly lost his life twice during his youth.

Luckily, with the help of a kind-hearted steward, Awada caught a ride with a caravan and set off for the affluent Great Domain of Yunhui to begin his own life.

Perhaps due to his decent innate talent, and his birth into the great noble Simon Family which laid some foundation, once Awada awakened on his own in his teens, it was unstoppable. He climbed the ladder of the mighty step by step.

He joined mercenary groups, ventured into dangerous lands rife with peril, explored ruins, seized opportunities, adventured with a princess, and even had the experience of fleeing from the hands of a Seven Stars Mysterious Evil.

His experiences were nothing if not rich; he even wrote a book titled "Autobiography of the Golden Knight." His life, reminiscent of a protagonist’s legendary tale, resulted in good sales of his autobiography novel and even earned him a group of fans.

After making a name for himself as a Golden Knight, the Simon Family reached out to him, hoping he would return to the fold. They were willing to overlook his impure bloodline and offer him the position of Deputy City Lord.

The strength worthy of the Six Senses title commanded respect from the great nobility!

Awada naturally refused.

With a self-mocking and ironic laugh, he ridiculed the Simon Family as decrepit and opportunistic. Yet he was also aware that as strong as his Six Senses title was, it wasn’t enough to make a great noble family bow and apologize.

He might be stronger than his indifferent father, but what made the great nobility so enduring was not just their self-proclaimed bloodlines—their deep roots were truly impenetrable.

Perhaps no one in the Simon Family could defeat him one-on-one, yet they certainly had numerous means to beat and even kill him.

Awada was not complacent; he simply wanted to make a clear distinction from the Simon Family.

He was well aware that the title of Six Senses wasn’t much to speak of.

He might have made a notable name for himself, but such fame was like a comet which would fade away in a few years, whereas a great noble family could endure through ages, passed down from generation to generation.

Having the title of Six Senses might earn the attention of the great nobility, but if he thought he could rise above them, he was gravely mistaken.

Awada, born into a noble family, knew all too well that many great nobles contemptuously regarded those like him, who rose to power from the ranks of the common people.

The title of Six Senses was also mundane.

Only the existence of a myth could transcend the ordinary, commanding great families to bow down by individual might alone.

But Awada was also acutely aware that he had no chance of reaching the Realm of Myth. He had awoken over and over, his body and soul severely tainted. Throughout the years of adventuring and close brushes with death, he had expended much of his potential.

Although he possessed the strength of a titled warrior, compared to those Six Senses geniuses with the qualifications to strive for the Realm of Myth, he was worlds apart.

"The path of Awakening is fraught with countless dangers and traps; only by stepping correctly at every turn, keeping one’s body and soul as pure as possible, and establishing the most solid of foundations, does one deserve a glimpse into the Realm of Myth... And I, myself, have taken far too many missteps."

He held no regrets; his life had been thrilling enough.

How many princes and princesses of the seven nations were unable to ascend to the mythic realm, let alone a commoner strongman like him?

Even if by chance he entered the eternal academy, improving his strength from a common Six Senses titleholder to a top-notch one, becoming a rare adversary worthy of notice by those crowned with myth... he still held no confidence in advancing to the mythic realm.

Oh, to say "rare adversary" was perhaps too arrogant. Within the academy, many younger senior Six Senses students possessed strength that surpassed his own.

Yet now, Awada felt some regret.

If he could have entered the eternal academy in his youth, perhaps he might have had a chance to glimpse the mythic realm. But now it was too late; he had made too many missteps on the path of Awakening, and there was no antidote for regret on this thorny road.

That’s what he thought up until a few months ago.

Until this moment...

Vast divine might burst forth from within his body, stirring up tumultuous winds and clouds, causing the spacious training room to thunder and roar.

The Golden Knight Awada looked at his own hands, the divine aura that surrounded him, and the seemingly omnipotent force, and he was struck with astonishment, shock, elation, and excitement—all these emotions surged within him.

He lifted his head, memories of decades of joy and hardship flashing through his mind, as tears suddenly slid from the corners of his eyes.

"A myth..."

He kneeled on one knee, his golden armor now more majestic under the aura, exuding the noble air of a mythic being.

Yet on the face of this newly ascended mythic figure, there was only joy and gratitude. He lifted his head slightly; though there was no one before him, the sacred eternal flame connected everyone’s beliefs. He wanted to express the highest respect to that Power and dedicate his might to the perpetuation of the eternal flame’s faith.

"As the eternal flame passes on, humanity endures."

He proclaimed solemnly.

He had to admit, even though he had become a core student and lived in the academy for several months, he hadn’t really believed in the eternal flame’s philosophy—to eradicate calamities and reconstruct the glory of mankind—until now.