Devouring Dragon Heir-Chapter 53: Ch new grandpa -2

William, the Head of the Adventurer’s Association, looked at Klaus with a solemn expression, his earlier amusement completely gone.

The gravity of the situation, and the profound truth he was about to reveal, weighed heavily on him.

He had just explained humanity’s true predicament, being viewed as "livestock" by the alien Watchers, and the widespread corruption among the Legacy Families.

Now, he was about to deliver a truth which was very personal to him and that would strike Klaus at his very core.

"Klaus," William began

"the disappearance of villages, the influx of orphans, the reports of human sacrifices you just read about in those old newspapers... your parents, Klaus, were not merely poor.

They were victims. They, along with thousands of others, were offered up in dark, unspeakable rituals to alien races.

This was done in exchange for power, for blessings that would manifest as powerful abilities in their children and the next generation of certain Legacy Families."

Klaus’s hands, which had just moments ago been holding the newspapers, clenched into tight fists, crumpling the brittle, yellowed paper.

His breath hitched in his throat. The words hit him with the force of a physical blow, far more devastating than any monster’s attack.

Sacrificed to demons.

For skills they counld not awaken on their own.

His own existence, his very birth, was steeped in such a grotesque, abhorrent act.

The image of his parents, whom he had always rationalized as simply too poor to care for him, being brutally murdered for someone else’s gain, ignited a cold, consuming fire within him.

"These rituals," William continued, his gaze unwavering, "were not some random, isolated acts.

They were systematically discovered and meticulously practiced by the Cromwell Family.

On the surface, the Cromwells run vast, reputable businesses, colossal corporations involved in technology, finance, resource extraction, and even public infrastructure.

They present themselves as pillars of society, benevolent leaders, and generous philanthropists.

But beneath that facade, they are deeply involved in this abhorrent practice, a secret that has been passed down through their bloodline for generations."

"They did it, Klaus," William’s voice hardened,

"to secure the secret of awakening S or even SS-rank skills for their descendants.

They believed these powers were ’blessings’ from the demons, gifts granted in exchange for human lives, ensuring their continued dominance.

This was their method to continue sprouting powerful individuals across generations, maintaining an overwhelming superiority in terms of innate talent and raw power.

How else do you think these Legacy Families, generation after generation, maintained such an immense, almost inexplicable, advantage over humanity,

consistently producing a disproportionate number of high-ranked individuals compared to the general population?

It wasn’t just superior training or resources, it was a dark secret."

Klaus’s mind reeled. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place with brutal, undeniable clarity.

The Demon’s Apostle Cult, the demonic cult having backing of legacy families, it was all connected to this single, monstrous truth.

The Legacy Families, specifically the Chromwells, were sacrificing innocent lives to demons to gain power.

His own life, the very foundation of his being, was built upon this dark secret sacrifice.

"how pathetic, my parents got sacrificed because kids in rich families wanted good skills"

His parents hadn’t abandoned him, they had been murdered, used as fuel for another family’s ambition.

His anger flared, hot and cold at once, a terrifying fusion of his human rage and his Draconic Pride.

The internal conflict between Draconic Pride and Buddha Incarnate was started again.

This was personal.

This was his vengeance.

He looked at William, his eyes burning with a newfound, terrifying intensity.

"Old man," Klaus began, his voice low, a dangerous rumble,

"how did your family maintain its power in every generation and how did your father and you reach the EX-rank?

How did you gain your power without resorting to such vile methods? I need to know if your hands are clean."

William understood the unspoken question, the deep suspicion in Klaus’s eyes.

He met Klaus’s gaze directly, his own expression earnest, devoid of any pretense.

"That, Klaus, is a secret. A closely guarded family secret, passed down through generations of my lineage.

It is a path of true awakened, not corruption. But I assure you, it is entirely ethical.

It involved rigorous training, ancient techniques passed down from our progenitor, and a deep, profound understanding of mana and the natural laws of this world, not any dark rituals or sacrifices.

It is a path of true ascension, not corruption. And I will give it to you, Klaus, I will teach you everything my family knows, once you accept me as your grandpa, once you become my heir.

This knowledge will be yours." William’s voice was firm,

For Klaus, it was personal now.

The revelation had struck him to his core, twisting his perception of the world.

He wasn’t just Klaus from Earth anymore, a cynical transmigrator seeking power for self-preservation.

His own experiences as Vance, the neglected orphan, the bullied child, the pawn of heavenly will, all those painful memories were now integrated into his being, giving a horrifying new context.

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He finally accepted the proposal.

"Fine," Klaus said, his voice firm, his eyes fixed on William, a cold resolve settling over his features.

"I accept. Grandpa."

The word felt strange on his tongue, unfamiliar, almost alien, but it carried the immense weight of a new commitment, a pact forged in shared purpose and impending retribution.

His decision was not based on sentimentality, but on a cold, calculated desire for vengeance and the acquisition of the most effective means to achieve it.

William’s method of reaching EX-rank, his vast resources, his immense influence, and his network of allies, all would be invaluable tools in Klaus’s relentless pursuit of power.

A wide, genuine smile spread across William’s face, a rare display of unbridled joy.

"Hahahaha! Excellent!" he boomed, a sound of pure triumph and profound satisfaction.

His laughter filled the room, a stark contrast to the grim truths they had just discussed.

Klaus in the lingering sour mood found a small, genuine smile forming on his own lips.

They both laughed together, a strange, powerful sound echoing in the quiet lobby, sealing their new alliance.

Later that day, after the necessary paperwork was swiftly processed by a stunned Ria and her assistant,

who were still reeling from William’s earlier announcement, Klaus received his official SSS-rank card.

It was a sleek, black card emblazoned with intricate gold designs, a symbol of his unparalleled power, a testament to his rapid, brutal ascent through the ranks.

He was told that he would be immediately relocated to a new house, which was in fact, William’s personal residence within the Association’s private, highly secure compound.

This was a significant upgrade from the modest inn, providing him with a luxurious and, more importantly, untraceable base of operations.

Klaus had all his belongings stored within his System’s inventory, so he didn’t need any physical luggage.

In the evening, after settling into his new, spacious quarters within William’s sprawling mansion, the old man came to visit.

The mansion was vast, with high ceilings, polished floors, and intricate designs, a stark contrast to the small, cramped spaces Klaus had known his entire life.

William found Klaus in a large, well-appointed living area.

He presented Klaus with a gift, a gleaming, state-of-the-art supercar, its sleek lines and powerful engine a symbol of immense wealth and cutting-edge technology.

The vehicle was a limited edition, custom-built machine, capable of speeds that would make most public vehicles seem stationary.

Along with the car, William handed him a transaction containing several billion Union Credits, a vast sum of money that could sustain a small nation for years.

"To buy whatever you want, Klaus," William said, a generous gesture of welcome

"Consider it your allowance and your first pocket money from grandpa"

william said with his eyes gleaming with happiness.

Klaus took the gifts, a flicker of genuine appreciation in his eyes.

"Old man since you are being so generous, i think i should not hold back"

He then reached into his own inventory and pulled out a thick, leather-bound book. He handed it to William.

"A small gift from me" Klaus said, his voice calm

William took the book, his brow furrowing slightly in curiosity.

He opened it, and his eyes immediately widened in profound shock.

The pages were filled with meticulous, cramped handwriting, detailing names, dates, specific locations, and precise descriptions of activities.

It was a comprehensive list of traitors within the hunter’s Association itself and various powerful Legacy Families, detailing their dealings with the Demon’s Apostle Cult.

This was the information Karl had painstakingly written down under 2 hours on klaus’s instructions.

"although klaus had only given him the notbook where the association’s information was given

The list was long, far more extensive and damning than William had anticipated, revealing a deeper, more pervasive network of corruption than even he had suspected.

William’s expression was grim right now. He hurriedly read through the list, his eyes scanning the names with increasing intensity.

He recognized many of them. The sheer scale of the betrayal, the depth of the infiltration, was staggering. His hands trembled slightly as he held the book.

He looked up at Klaus, his voice strained, almost a whisper. "Where... where did you get this, Klaus?!" he demanded, his voice low and urgent.

Klaus replied, his expression neutral, as if discussing a mundane task.

"Recently killed someone from the Demon Dick Cult."

He paused, a slight frown on his face, as if trying to recall a minor detail.

"Oh wait, that’s not the name. It is the Demon’s Apostle Cult, I guess." He corrected himself nonchalantly.

William stared at him, speechless for a moment, processing the casual admission of killing a high-ranking cultist and acquiring such devastating, world-altering intelligence.

The implications were immense.

This list, if accurate, could dismantle a significant portion of the corruption plaguing his organisation from within.

usually this type of information was not spit out by cultists since they preffered to die as soon as interrogation started.

The future of humanity, William realized, might just rest on the shoulders of this terrifyingly powerful, pragmatic, and now deeply vengeful young man.

In his eyes Klaus’s personal vendetta now aligned perfectly with William’s grander mission to save humanity. If only he knew that klaus fate was much grander than being the saviour of humanity.

On getting the names, William did not waste another second.

He immediately stood up. "I will be back son"

He clutched the book tightly, his mind already formulating a plan of action.

He hurried out of the living area, his powerful strides echoing through the vast mansion, making his way directly to the Association’s secure headquarters.

A major commotion was about to follow.

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