Born Op
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Chapter 8: Talk with parents
Anthony appeared in his seclusion room and looked at his clone, who simply slept, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
He deactivated the skill and the clone disappeared, then he went straight and opened the seclusion door.
The guards at the door, guarding him, greeted, “Good afternoon, young master, how was your seclusion?” they asked.
“It was okay,” he replied. With his All Seeing Eyes he could see more about the guards now than before; he could tell they were happy. Then he looked around and found the mana pattern of his parents, and then simply teleported to their door.
He knocked on the door and waited for a while, then the door opened on its own, and he entered.
“Anthony, you are back,” his father said, smiling at his talented son, then frowned when he saw the mana rank of his son. Before he could say anything, his wife directly appeared in front of him and asked worriedly, “Anthony, what happened, your rank didn’t improve, are you injured?” she was truly worried.
He smiled and replied, “I am fine, Mom. During my training I comprehended a magic skill that helps me conceal my rank, that’s why you can’t sense it.” He immediately revealed a D+ rank aura and his parents sighed in relief.
“You really are my little monster, aren’t you?” his father said. He replied, “I could have gone higher, but that would damage my foundation; also, I was practicing magic and sword, so I couldn’t cultivate all the time.” His father and mother were happy for their son’s intelligence on balance.
But suddenly the atmosphere shifted.
“Since you have increased your rank, there are things you have to know as you will soon be sent out into the world,” his father said with a stern face; his mother frowned too.
Then he started speaking, “I’m sure you already know the existence of demons and the monsters we fight daily, so I won’t be speaking on it, but I will be talking about something else not in the library you read.”
“Something else?” Anthony asked.
“The Forsaken Cult,” his mother said.
Anthony didn’t know what the Forsaken Cult was, so he just listened.
“They are people of a different race who have sided with the demons to help bring the world down. They have been around for 2 million years now; there were some cults before them, but we always managed to uproot them, but after you wipe them out, another group appears, they are just endless like the demons,” his father said.
“They mainly do assassination, killing and stealing, and try to bring down powerhouses, killing growing and budding talents, trafficking, kidnapping, enslaving children, and adding them to their ranks,” his mother said.
“Do you know why I’m telling you all this?” asked his father, who waited for his son’s reply.
Anthony thought and said, “To be careful, never trust anyone, never drop my guard.”
“Good! I’m happy to see my son understands. There is no mercy on the battlefield, Anthony; once you delay for a split second, you are dead, never pause your sword, never halt your magic, always push through.”
“I once had a friend, well, a best friend at that, whom I trusted with my life. For 70 years we went through it all together, but we never bowed our heads; we came back alive and on top each time. But I was betrayed; it turns out that he was with the Forsaken Cult from the very beginning, and his job was to get close to me, build trust. The day he betrayed me, we both fought to death and died on the battlefield after I killed all his companions who came together to kill me. We all died that day.”
Anthony’s mind went blank; he thought, “Father died?” before he could speak.
His father continued, “But your grandmother saved me and brought me back to life. Father arrived on time and took my body to Mom, which she used a skill to bring me back to life. Father warned me, as I am here warning you, but I didn’t listen and paid for it with my life.”