CHAPTER 106: TRIAL OF THE HEART... CAN YOU LET THINGS GO?

Luka glanced around as soon as he woke up; he realized he had awakened to that terrifying night where his whole family was destroyed by a demonic creature... He squinted his eyes and felt as though he had recalled something, but it seemed too distant for him to fully remember. All he could tell was that there were some memories in his mind that... didn’t belong to him?

Luka was slightly puzzled. In the memories, he had already grown strong to a realm he could only dream of, but... I’m just a weak mortal, can I possibly be that strong? Luka was stunned. He felt it was unbelievable. It seems I’m just imagining things, he thought, looking at his thin and frail hands. Recalling the situation he was in, he turned and stared in horror as the God Realm monster slowly approached him...

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"Lady, the seventh calamity is upon us. I doubt we can succeed in escaping the calamity this time. The others had only been able to survive until the fifth. We are the last ones remaining; surviving so far can only be considered a matter of luck," a young elf who looked slightly robust spoke in a deep voice.

A young lady could be seen sitting on the throne as she stared at everyone coldly. "We will not lose this calamity war." She only spoke this sentence, and the others didn’t dare retort. The young lady suddenly placed her hand on her forehead and frowned.

Why does it feel as though I have forgotten something? Could someone have tampered with my memories? Her brows knitted in a frown at the thought. With a sigh, she decided not to think about it too much; her attention presently was on the seventh calamity and how to survive it.

Kranos stared at the middle-aged man in front of him. He had a refined temperament and seemed like a businessman. He stood up, limping on his walking stick, and walked up to the man, who had a distressed look on his face.

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"Son, don’t worry about the loss of money. What truly matters in this situation is how you handle it: will you let the fraud cloud your judgment, or will you rise back up from such a minor setback?" His son had just informed him of the recent fraud that had happened at his company.

Although Kranos felt it was a pity, he knew that what really mattered was getting back stronger after this. At his words, Samuel seemed to come to a realization; he looked at his father gratefully. He hadn’t thought of this previously.

"Thank you, Dad." Samuel bowed slightly to Kranos then walked back to his room.

Looking at the departing figure, Kranos sighed. Just then, he seemed to recall something. His old eyes squinted slightly; for a moment, he saw the faint shadow of a man with brown hair and eyes surface on his son. Who is that? I don’t recall seeing anyone like that... Kranos was puzzled for a moment.

He soon shook his head to let go of the distracting thought. "I’m probably getting old, that’s why." Using his walking stick, he walked slowly outside to receive some fresh air.

Upon walking outside, what met his gaze was the peaceful scenery of trees. The light breeze brushed against his nose, causing him to exhale slightly. He then began walking out of the street. His hand entered his pocket, and he took out a mysterious watch that seemed extremely ancient.

It’s been thirty years since I found you in the Temple of the Fallen Gods. Will you really grant me the ability to control time? I feel the end of my lifespan approaching, and it scares me a lot, but I try to be strong... Kranos stared at the watch in his hand and continued to mutter incoherent words. Just as he reached the corner of the street, he bumped into someone.

"Anna?" Kranos called out slightly. For a moment there, he felt the face of the young lady overlapped with someone he knew, so he instinctively called out her name. However, upon closer look, he realized it was his son’s wife.

"Dad, who’s Anna?" the young lady asked in puzzlement.

Kranos shook his head for a moment, then stored the antique watch in his pocket. My memory has started failing me...another sign... sigh...

He then turned to her.

"What are you doing here? Did you go to purchase something?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, Father, I went to buy some foodstuffs for Sammy’s upcoming birthday celebration."

"That is happening so soon?" Kranos was slightly surprised. He nodded at her, then clasped his hands behind his back and continued on his way, enjoying the scenery along the way. He didn’t know where he was going; he could only tell that it was somewhere that would bring him the peace of mind he sought. This was a habit he had formed over the years, due to his fear of death.

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Kevin’s point of view...

"Sister, you are too strong. There is no way I can defeat you. You know I’ve always had a weak body right from childhood. Mother says I’m not suited for combat. I don’t think I will ever become strong."

A young lady with childish features who had a cold demeanor looked at Kevin, then chuckled. "Because Mother says you aren’t suited for combat, you really think you aren’t?"

"Isn’t that the case, sister?" Kevin replied with a frown.

"Of course not. Since you aren’t strong physically, why can’t you fight from a distance?" Kathryn said, smiling.

At these words, Kevin was stunned. "Fight from a distance? How is that even possible?" he asked, confused.

Kathryn once again burst into laughter. "Of course, it is." Saying so, she bent down slightly then picked up a stone and threw it at Kevin, who was at a distance, prompting him to dodge.

"Do you realize it now?" Kathryn asked with a smile.

Kevin’s eyes lit up at the sight. However, soon after, he frowned. "But sister, if I throw a stone at a strong cultivator, won’t he just dodge?" he was curious.

"In that case, why don’t you become faster? You might not be strong physically, but if you continue to increase your speed, you will definitely reach a stage where even an immortal will be pierced by your stone."

"Sister, I think stones are too crude. We should think of something sharper, something that will aid my speed... something like..." At this point, a faint memory flickered in his mind, something like an arrow and a bow!