novelraw Chapter 2: Request
Chapter 2: Request
Victor could feel something merging with his body, and it made his perception of the world completely different—as if he had become closer to it.
Spiritual Energy felt present everywhere, something he had never sensed before.
With just a thought, he could absorb it.
From a mortal to the Houtian Realm, cultivation didn’t require Bloodlines or Merit Laws.
If one had talent, it was even less necessary.
Of course, having a Bloodline and a Merit Law was extremely important for strengthening one’s cultivation.
DING!
(You have committed an evil act—stealing another person’s talent. You have obtained Wind Power Affinity at Earth Class!)
DING!
(You have obtained the Diamond Skeleton, Heaven Talent!)
[Realm: Mortal]
[Spiritual Energy: 0/1000]
[Spiritual Energy Accumulation: 0]
[Body Realm: Mortal]
[Soul: Mortal]
[Physique:
Diamond Skeleton (Heaven Talent)]
[Lifespan: 85 Years]
[Will Power: 0]
[Power Affinity:
(Fire: Sky Class)
(Wind: Earth Class)]
[Bloodline: None]
[Merit Law: None]
[Technique: None]
Victor’s eyes lit up when he saw it.
Talent, Power Affinity, and everything else were divided into four classes—Earth, Sky, Saint, and Heaven.
The last was the strongest and rarest.
Soul and Physique at that level were even rarer.
No wonder his mother was willing to use such a rare treasure—the return was equally valuable.
The best part was that it would allow his Body Realm to rise automatically alongside his Cultivation Realm.
Otherwise, he would need to train his body separately—and body cultivation was far more difficult than energy cultivation.
It even guaranteed that he would possess the strongest body among those at the same level.
The most surprising part is that the System also counts his mother’s actions as his own. It seems that what matters most is that the benefits of the crime accrue to him; therefore, it is considered his crime as well.
"Victor, always remember—you just stole someone’s talent. His future." Margaret suddenly said.
It seemed like she was trying to influence his mindset.
Who knew what her intentions were?
But Victor was no longer an innocent child.
No doctrine would work on him.
Of course, he wasn’t righteous enough to reject becoming a villain if it benefited him.
He nodded, wearing an expression as if he understood nothing.
"Time to return!"
Margaret pulled Victor once more.
In this world, the fastest thing wasn’t light, nor lightning—it was news.
People had communication tools and constantly spread information.
Today, everyone was shocked by Margaret’s actions—robbing a young disciple of the Dragon Blood Sect of his talent for her son.
Back at the Russell Clan, located within a vast city filled with grand castles, Victor saw that many people were already waiting.
"Margaret, what the hell are you doing? Everyone is saying our clan is disgraceful for stealing someone else’s talent!" A man in his fifties stepped forward, shouting in anger.
His aura was as fierce as the old man who emerged from the coffin, yet he was still brimming with life, capable of endless battle.
Paul Russell—the Clan Master of the Russell Clan, Margaret’s father, Victor’s grandfather.
"Why did you do this? Don’t tell me your son truly has no talent at all?" he demanded.
"He has the Diamond Skeleton now—a Heaven Talent..." Margaret replied indifferently.
"Father, there’s no need for you to involve yourself in this matter. You’re not strong enough."
"You—!" Paul froze, his lips parted.
Margaret walked into her castle, ignoring her own father.
Emma silently followed.
Inside the castle, Margaret sat down and let Victor stand before her.
She crossed her legs, and a cup appeared in her hand.
Emma quickly poured wine into it, and Margaret drank.
"Your cousin, Ryan, possesses a copy of the Tyrannical War Body Merit Law—a legacy of the War Monarch. It will strengthen your body cultivation later. He hasn’t used it yet because he lacks the required talent. Go to him and ask for it. If he refuses, tell his father it’s my order."
Victor, "..."
Now he was being told to rob someone.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
This woman was truly evil—and she wanted him to become a tyrant.
His cousin Ryan was already twenty years old.
Who knew how he would react when a 13-year-old boy asked him to hand over something so valuable?
A single copy of a Heaven Class Merit Law could only belong to one person—it couldn’t be shared, as it was protected by the power of a World Monarch.
Could he even refuse such a ridiculous order?
Especially when the System also pushed him toward committing evil?
Victor could only nod with an innocent expression.
He stepped out of the castle, immediately attracting countless gazes from the hundreds of Russell Clan members.
This was a clan that valued honor.
From the very beginning, Victor had not been liked—his mother often belittled their elders.
They despised evil.
And in their eyes, one form of wrongdoing was being born without talent.
If they themselves gained stolen talent, they would naturally be pleased.
But if it wasn’t them—and worse, it tarnished their reputation—they would be furious.
In this situation, Victor thought it might be better to truly have the mind of a 13-year-old.
He soon spotted Ryan—a cold-looking man currently training younger members aged sixteen and seventeen.
Victor took a deep breath.
This man had never been bullied.
He was always the one doing the bullying.
And today, a 13-year-old boy was about to bully him.
After thinking for a moment, Victor chose to walk in another direction.
Instead of dealing with Ryan directly and causing trouble, it would be better to go straight to his father.
Ryan was young and hot-blooded—he didn’t fully understand how terrifying Margaret was.
But his father definitely did.
Victor walked toward the entrance of a castle slightly smaller than his mother’s.
It was tightly shut, with no guards in sight.
He knocked on the door—he didn’t yet have the strength to enter freely.
Before long, the door opened.
A beautiful middle-aged woman with long wavy blonde hair appeared.
"Oh, Victor, my dear nephew, what brings you here?" she asked in surprise.
She was Dianna Agron, Ryan’s mother, and the wife of Warren Russell.
"Aunt, I want to see Uncle. Is he cultivating? This is my mother’s order," Victor replied.
This woman had a gentle personality and had always treated him warmly.
Perhaps she was the only one who would remain kind to him even without talent.
Victor felt slightly uncomfortable—but he suppressed that feeling.
Dianna hesitated for a moment when she heard it was Margaret’s order.
Warren had often told her—if it involved Margaret, it was best to yield.
"Come in first. Wait here—I’ll call your uncle," she said, maintaining her warm smile.
Victor followed her inside, sitting in the living room as he looked around.
Unlike his mother’s castle, which felt empty, this one was filled with furniture and warmth.
He didn’t wait long.
Dianna came down the stairs with a handsome middle-aged man, his expression slightly dark from being disturbed.
When he saw Victor, he frowned, wondering why Margaret had sent her son.
If she had business, she could simply communicate with him through telepathy as long as they were within the clan.
Victor remained seated, not greeting his uncle.
That was how he had always been.
His mother had never taught him respect.
Instead, she taught him that the members of this clan were born to serve him.
If he himself lacked strength, then others would not acknowledge him as their superior.
"Victor, why did your mother send you here?" Warren asked, already assuming the boy had no manners with a mother like that.
"Uncle, my mother wants Ryan’s Tyrannical War Body Merit Law to be given to me..." Victor replied calmly, already prepared.