Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 25: Five Years Later
Five years have passed—
And in those five years, many things changed.
After his return, Kaden went through the second test—a test of will. But with his high stats, he passed so easily it left every Warborn speechless.
Since then, his name spread through the Stronghold like wildfire.
But no one called him Kaden anymore.
They only called him:
The Child of Blood.
A child born from blood. From death. From proof.
And once it was proven, people clung to it.
He became popular. Famous, even. But with fame?
Comes both the benefits ... and the downsides.
For Kaden, there were no benefits. Not to him.
But the downsides? Too many to count.
Just like they say:
The tallest tree is always the first to be cut.
Why? Because it draws the most attention.
And the Warborns—Kaden included—drew too much.
Feared. Respected. Hated.
They were always the first to go to war. The first to defend. The first to bleed.
And that made them a problem. Because they are liked by the people.
A threat.
And to some inside the Stronghold ... it was time to cut the tree down.
Every branch included.
...
Cerveau Family Estate.
“We have to take care of them,” said Nuke Cerveau, fifteen years old, heir of the Cerveau family.
He stood in his father’s office, face serious.
His father—Brain Cerveau—looked nearly identical. Blue hair. Blue eyes. A long white coat marked with their family crest: a blue brain threaded with lines like nerves.
Very fitting.
“And I know that,” Brain said, calm and cold. “But it’s not the time yet.”
“I told you—patience is key when dealing with people like them.”
“You can’t rush. You can’t confront them directly.”
He looked at his son with sharp eyes.
“Because they won’t run. They’ll come at us in full force.”
“And that would be a bother, that’s not how we work.”
Nuke nodded slowly. “I know. I was never planning to attack them head-on. Everyone knows what they’re like.”
“I just want one thing, father.”
He stepped forward, leaning across the desk.
“Let me take care of the Child of Blood.”
Brain raised a brow.
“Why? You feel challenged because he’s the same age as you?”
Nuke didn’t hesitate.
“No. No one my age is my equal.”
He said it calmly. Without arrogance. Just certainty.
“I’m just interested. A boy born in blood. Surrounded by death. A legend around his birth before he even held a weapon.”
“These types of people ... if you let them grow—”
“—they become a problem,” Brain finished with a faint smile.
He already knew. He had already planned to eliminate the boy eventually.
But hearing it from his son?
It pleased him.
‘I’ve raised him well,’ he thought.
He nodded. “Fine. Take care of him, then.”
“I’ll leave the matter in your hands. I won’t interfere.”
Then his expression changed.
His aura shifted.
Suddenly, the entire room felt heavy. Suffocating.
“But—don’t disappoint me, Nuke. You hear me?”
Nuke’s gaze was steady. “I won’t, Father.”
The pressure vanished.
“Good. You may go.”
Nuke turned to leave, walking toward the door. But before he stepped out, he paused.
Still facing away, he spoke.
“I’ve planned a small meeting between the heirs of the three big families.”
He smirked.
“I also invited the Thornspire.”
“I heard their heir awakened a Legendary Origin. She qualifies.”
Brain nodded, uninterested. “Do whatever you want. I only want results. Not methods.”
Nuke smiled more, then stepped into the hall.
As he walked through the corridor, his voice echoed softly—cold and absolute.
“Send the letters to each of them.”
An invisible voice answered.
“Understood, young master.”
Nuke’s eyes narrowed slightly.
‘Well ... this is gonna be fun.’
...
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