Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel
Chapter 223 Puppet On A String...

The king Heard the words of the elder Shaman.

In truth, this was the most difficult decision he had ever had to make in his life.

Before this, it was having to let his daughter go.

The way to the throne was easy.

Regardless of if it was a boy or a girl child, the first to be born was the inheritor of the throne.

However, Fate played its hands in his life and now he had lost his daughter.

He took a look at all the faces in front of him.

Without anyone telling him, he could tell that they were all worried about the state of the kingdom.

He too was worried about such a future.

The new grandchildren he had been gifted were obviously talented but could he put any of them on the throne?

Aside from the fact that they knew next to nothing about the kingdom and its traditions or affairs, one of them had a broken dantain that could inhibit growth and was far too young to rule, while the other one had very good cultivation and even pride and wisdom in his eyes was Armless.

And then, there was the issue of putting his own son on the throne.

If he did, he would not only be breaking tradition, but the boy would lose the favour of the shaman temple. That there, in such a culturally driven kingdom will be the recipe for disaster.

He was starting to think that maybe a curse had been placed on his head or maybe he offended someone he was not supposed to.

He was now thinking maybe it was really a bad idea to drag the coronation of his son as the crown prince. If he had done so, Victor would at least have had the backing of the Shaman Temple then.

That way when these grandchildren were found, they would have been nothing he or anybody would have been able to do about it.

But in truth, the reason he had not put Victor on the throne this long was not because he had been mourning his daughter for eleven years. It was because he did not believe his son was a good fit for the throne.

And now, after seeing what he had seen outside with Chiron and his servants, he was certain of it.

That Fearless look Chiron had in his eyes as they met eye to eye regardless of strength was what he was looking for. No! he had to admit that even as a king, he was moved. Even though his cultivation was far higher than Chiron's, he was moved.

He was king of a strong kingdom. He understood how the dynamic worked.

If a sheep went to battle as the leader to a pride of lions, it would definitely be defeated. But if a Lion led a herd of sheeps, victory was assured.

In other words who the leader is as an individual was more important.

He was a man that had gone through a lot for his kingdom to enjoy their current prosperity. He knew how important it was for a person of indomitable character and charisma to rule.

Even he had to admit that at a young age, he did not have the qualities that Chiron had.

And then there was also what his servants did that repeated again and again in his head.

Such courage and subservient behavior were exemplary.

One glance and it was obvious to him that Chiron's servants had blood contracts with him. But even with that, he would at least have still seen some form of hesitation in their eyes. However, there was none.

After that, there was also the fact that Chiron's Dragon was a red Cored beast.

It was wise to know that those things were very prideful creatures. Even he that was far higher in cultivation than the beast was not sure of making a young Dragon submit to him.

All these qualities were Chiron's qualifications.

After all, as king, one did not need to be the strongest fist in the kingdom. One only needed to be the strongest Will.

The king stood up from his chair and then looked around.

"I have made my decision. I shall crown the next to the throne exactly two weeks from today. Till that time, Chiron and Nora as well as Victor will be treated on equal grounds to the throne."

"But FATHER..."

The king turned to victor, "This is my decision and you will respect it as such."

*Boom!*

Strong spiritual energy was let loose and everyone kept quiet.

No one could say a word. The king had spoken.

....

Meanwhile, Chiron was shown his room. Once he got in, his servants and younger sister were also shown to their own rooms.

The moment Chiron got in, he looked around and admired the place.

It was very beautiful. From the flooring to the ceiling and the designs on the walls. Most of which were totems of different beasts.

This room was simple but its elegance was top-notch. It was wide and spacious and even connected to a living room and a restroom.

It had two nearly wall-sized windows that allowed for fresh breeze.

However, there was one major flaw. It was something that shouldn't be here.

Chiron walked towards the big, very comfortable-looking bed in the middle. This one was not required.

He willed at it and it disappeared into his storage.

After which he opened the window. He first looked outside, and then he smiled before he willed once more.

The bed appeared outside the window and fell straight to the ground.

without a care for what he had just done, he went and sat crossed leg were the bed was supposed to be.

Chiron's rules had not changed. Comfort brings about satisfaction. He understood how satisfaction for even the little things could affect a person's mind in the long run, and he was not going to be prey to such a thing.

As he sat, he reviewed all that had happened and his new course of action in his head.

Firstly, from the conversation with Commander hardstone and eaves dropping on the conversation the rest his crew had, Chiron knew for certain that his position was a very vital one.

He was heir to the throne of Vandora.

For Chiron, this was incredible news.

As ruler to a kingdom, he had the opportunity to change the Fate of an entire nation. Whether it was for good or not, change was still change.

Chiron could not help but imagine the amount of Fate points changing the lives of tens of thousands of people would bring to him.

immediately, he opened the system and went to the store.

In the store session, he went for the abilities.

Here, there were all sorts of abilities.

Chiron had not really ever sort out abilities from the system before.

they were abilities for not just him, but also his servants.

And then they were elixirs for improving his strengths.

They was practically an Elixir for every rank and realm.

However, Chiron quickly noticed something.

If this was before, such a thing would have blown throw his head, but at a time like this, it couldn't.

He noticed that whether it was strength or even the Elixirs that the Fate change system could provide, it all ended at a certain rank.

Ironically, Chiron was very familiar with this rank.

After all, this was not the peak rank of cultivation, but it was the peak rank that the original MC of the book reached before he gave his life and died.

Chiron suddenly remembered the dream he had about seeing who he was sure was the MC of the book in a cage.

Till now, that dream still gave him a suppressive feeling.

Especially since that palm print was still on his chest.

He was not so much a fool to think that it was not true.

However, there were still a lot of things he wanted to know about it.

Immediately, he spent some points on the memory booster.

The booster worked and he immediately saw that same cage and then slowly, he saw the person within. However, as soon as he saw it, the view became static and then it went off.

<Sorry, but host Cannot remember this event>

chiron could not believe what he had just heard from the system.

He did the same thing again. And this time around, he did not even see the cage. It was just blank.

A sudden Chill went through Chiron's body.

Without anyone telling him, he could tell that he could not even trust this so called system.

He calmed his breathing and took sharp breaths in and out.

It was obvious that this was not something he could control and for now, attempting to break out of it would not do him any good.

This little experiment confirms that he could not totally trust the system.

And that they were greater powers behind it.

Chiron was starting to believe that it was not such a coincidence that he came to this world after all.

This meant that he was a puppet. But if he was, then who was holding the string?