The God of Jesters
Chapter 668 - 10.04.5 Why is he Legless?

Chapter 668: 10.04.5 Why is he Legless?

There were no eternal friends in this world, nor eternal rivals. An enemy one day can be your closest companion tomorrow, while vice versa also happens a lot, more so in a family.

A brother killing a brother, a son killing a father and even more heinous cases of familicide were common all over, more so in the family of nobles. This is why each child of a noble grew up hating each other, with barely a few that can be deemed close, and even then, it’s mostly due to benefits.

That was the case in the family of Alahrun, which belonged to the lands of Azad. The so-called name didn’t mean it was truly free; the strong still ruled it, and the weak lived day by day, wondering if tomorrow would be it.

That’s how the third Son of Alahrun grew up. Unlike his two older brothers, he was born very late in the family and can be considered pretty young compared to his brothers, who already had grandkids by then. And being someone who didn’t share a mother also made things troublesome for him.

With the exception of the 2nd Son, who was a pragmatic individual who barely cared for such trivialities, his children and sons didn’t think the same, while the first son outright held contempt for him.

Before him, there were only four siblings, two sons and two daughters. Each had a place in the Alahrun family and even expanded their operations further as the family grew bigger.

So with the birth of the Third son, some imbalance did happen, and the scrutiny he had to grow up with was always a tad bit harsher.

Expectations abound, along with assassination led by obvious individuals that he couldn’t touch due to the rule of family. Which frustrated him, he wished to prove that he was not as weak as his siblings were thinking, he was far greater in strength, in brain, and managing resources.

And to prove that, he went to do what his own father had previously failed at.

’A god’s remnant.’ The Titular land named Abyss of Madness was one messed up place, the Patriarch of the Alahrun family had gone there two times with his sight seals, but even after coming out, he had to go into a decade-long purging to remove any outside influencing his mind and body.

But it didn’t mean he lost each time, the riches he got there each time helped him become who he is today, a Legend at the very peak of the world. And the Third Son wished for such strength, some influence that none of his so-called family would dare to treat him lightly.

Which is why he went on this journey.

However, the first course of action was something hard.

"Hunt it, we don’t have much left." The cannons fired the shells into the water, turning the seas red and poisonous, but the third son never even considered it would die so easily, He had fought two before this and knew their vitality was nothing to scoff at. Even headless, their wriggling tentacles will cause harm, not to mention the slight shake that happens once you get close to them, weakening the durability of not only your items but your flesh and ships as well, so the farther you are, the better.

"Sir, it’s dead." Spoke the Knight as he confirmed the pause in movement of the beast, followed by some divers who each carried a magical tool to extract the pearl they had been looking for all this while.

And this time, after losing around 13 of his men, the third Son finally took a sigh of relief. "Finally." This was something he had been looking for for the last fifteen years, written in the notebook was the tale of how his father had come across this beast and hunted it, collecting its remains as his trophy and harvesting it.

However, during his harvest, he found a bizarre bead, which is now he was able to succeed in his second visit to the Abyss. However, that success can only be considered respective to the riches he got because the true riches were still far from his father’s reach.

’Finally got it.’ Although he had burned through the whole block of pheromones of these beasts his father had collected all those years ago, that was all worth it, for he had obtained this pearl.

’Finally.’

Although there had been delays, and mishaps in his planning, going good would actually be a miracle in his eyes. The world can never work according to your calculations, and inconsistencies abound. So the failure was expected at the end of the Third Son.

"Young master, we just received a sos signal from Sir Vakil... it seemed he had survived his ordeal." Survival in a battle of life and death usually meant triumph. However once the ships did reach the scene of a tired Vakil, the faces of everyone turned sour.

’What happened?’ They wondered.

Vakil with all the little amount of strength he had left had flown into the sea for a bit before collapsing again, though the weird part about it all was his words coming out jumbled once he did recover in the quarters.

As for the story, he told.

"I lost to him." That was all he could remember. Along with how the man had already obtained the pearl they were looking for, he knew nothing.

Not even the fact how many of those Kraken Wajih killed. All he knew was that he lost and nothing else.

"Get some rest, we will need you in the Abyss." The Third Son spoke, finding the situation a bit odd, but considering his Bodyguard pretty lucky for coming out of it alive.

Though he hadn’t even gone far from the cabin, one of his men came and informed him of some bizarre news. "What do you mean he can’t walk?"

For a warrior, his legs were his everything, more so when those legs were the most important part due to the mutation Vakil’s bloodline caused. "Heal it, use the most expensive potions."

"Sir, that’s not the case, we checked the legs, there is nothing wrong with them, it’s just that..." The Doctor of the ship went silent, wondering how to explain, before sighing and saying. "He thinks he has been disabled all his life... and when we tell him otherwise, he refuses to believe us."

"Huh?"

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Chalice flew through the air, his body turning two, then four, and then hundreds in a couple of seconds before each of those bodies spread around the whole seas.

Not too long after his visit to the Son of God, he obtained an oracle along with a warning. "The path leads to death and an opportunity, the land of the seven island peak, deep in their hearth lies the Dragon’s Adobe."

It didn’t take long for Chalice to know the place mentioned in the oracle, though he also didn’t ignore the warning too easily. Being a coward he was, it would be foolish for him to go into the Dragon’s maw on his own, So he has to build up some backups.

Not to mention, that woman was roaming the seas, looking for him. He can’t let her ruin his plans, nor cause any harm like she had done so multiple times.

Which is why Chalice didn’t mind using one of his strongest blood magic, the Clone Armageddon. A simple cloning spell taken to extremes, capable of harnessing the strength of a legend on its own.

Making one Legend into thousands, isn’t horrific?

And this was not even the worst part. His true body that exists in the realm of Spirits can teleport between these clones interchangeably, so even if one of them dies, he can move far away into a safe distance if the need arises.

The only issue was the price to cast this. It took him over three hundred years to collect enough blood energy for this spell and now it has gone to waste. ’That bastard... I will let you know what true horror is.’

And with that, over half of those clones made their way towards the Vercano Islands, which were currently covered in the blaze, slowly sinking toward the ocean floor.

Which didn’t go unnoticed in Chalice’s eyes. He appeared angered, frustrated even, fearing that what if the bastards ran away with his chalice? What if he can’t find him again? Also, who will it be to do something like this?

Wait, these islands.

There was one weakness of the Clone Armaggedon spell, it disabled the domain for virtually all the clones due to how far and wide the bodies become, making it harder for the domain to properly anchor or appear in the material plane.

This also affected Chalice’s perception, forced to only sense through the blood of the individuals around, he did find the oddity at a certain distance followed by a small group of dwarves.

A figure he had heard about and knew to stay away from. But he couldn’t help but curse. "That bitch."

Vesta, the old cot that had made the Cynark Empire stay away from the dwarves. Although a weak and pitiful little Legend in his eyes, her daughter and her husband were a force to behold, even then, the real issue was the Dragon behind her.