SON OF THE HERO KING

This world was created based on his own territory, an infinite landscape of ice and snow.

“Things are getting complicated.”

Asmodeus had been born since the dawn of this new existence, he was the oldest living Demigod and he was very close to Luxuria. This was why he knew many secrets and understood many things.

Something big was about to happen. It might be now, in a few years or even a few hundred years but soon, the order would be changed.

‘More and more powerhouses are appearing.’

He scratched his head. When the impossible became the new normal, it means that things were changing. The concentration of Mana in the Mortal world had been growing ever so slowly.

Showing that the universe was mending after the great cataclysm that happened even before he was born.

The goddesses of Chaos and Order were still sleeping but they were showing signs of stirring.

Some of the goddesses were afraid. Afraid of what this new incoming era would mean for them, her mistress was joyful. Because this would open the path for a new god to be born.

Asmodeus though wasn’t worried. In the new era, three people stood the highest chance of becoming gods.

Tiamat, Sol and Anubis.

None of them were his enemy and one was even his son-in-law in a way. In fact, thanks to Sol, whoever between them became a god wouldn’t matter since he would be linked to them indirectly through Sol.

“Hum~Hum~Hum~!”

Humming Quietly Asmodeus vanished from the place. Being able to relax in this time of turmoil was truly a great blessing.

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When Sol left Asmodeus, he appeared once again in the huge cosmos of Ambrosia’s mindscape.

Watching this was an ever wonder and for an instant, he wondered if he could snoop a little bit deeper. The only thing that stopped him in the end was that this connection was actually two ways street.

The deeper he searched in her, the more she would be able to see in him.

“You finished.”

Ambrosia appeared in front of him, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He was quite surprised by her actual form.

“You look…Quite small.”

The mindscape was the most inner part of an individual and this place also represented how one saw himself inwardly.

The fact that, rather than a mature woman, the current form of Ambrosia was a small child was very telling.

“Ah…”

Ambrosia looked down at herself before giving a bitter smile. “As for you, your image seems very grounded.”

Ambrosia remarked. For most Hybrids, they generally saw themselves as one of the others or simply an inferior version. Beyond this, People generally had a great inner vision that differed from their appearance, be it positively or negatively.

Sol’s thought, looked exactly how his hybrid form looked outside. There was no embellishment outside of a crown on his head.

“I have accepted what I am long ago.”

He moved his hands a little, “Thanks for bringing this meeting. I didn’t get much but at least I have a better understanding of Asmodeus. He is very different from what Medea taught me.”

“This is not her fault. For many of the witches, the curses are more of Asmodeus\'s doing and I understand them, I myself thought the same for a very long time. It doesn’t help that Asmodeus actually doesn’t try to explain himself.”

“Why? For Pride?”

“No. For love.”

Ambrosia gave a soft smile, “Because he loves his daughters. Because he doesn’t want them to wallow about something they can do nothing against, he gave them a clear target to hate rather than something as abstract as the Balance of the world.”

She sighed, “Every story needs a bad guy. He decided to take that role.”

There was not much Sol could say to this. Only that his respect for Asmodeus increased more.

“I guess I am lucky to have many admirable fathers-in-law.”

He chuckled, “Well, I guess it’s time for me to leave.”

Ambrosia heard him and knew that he was not just talking about leaving her mindscape.

“Are you going to start the war now?”

“We have been preparing for long enough. I also need to see how strong my army actually is.”

“So this is the start of your world conquest?”

“Indeed. I do not know how long this will take. Perhaps a few months? Or a few years? Either way, there is only one way all of this will end — My victory.”

Ambrosia had nothing much more to say, in the end, she would simply follow him and witness what would happen with her own eyes.

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Everything that followed after this showed that Sol was not one to lose his time when he didn’t need to.

Immediately after coming out of Ambrosia’s mindscape and having a beautiful night with Medea that he would remember fondly, Sol left Salem and reunited all the highest nobles at a table the next day.

Not only the Dukes but even the nobles below.

He announced unilaterally his decision to accept the witches and form new alliances. Many of the nobles shivered. They realized that with these steps, Sol wouldn’t just be a king, he would be an absolute tyrant with all the power necessary and no way for them to reject his orders.

A few of them tried, bringing up the fact that Allying with the witches now and revealing the darkness of the royal family would only bring trouble and distrust from the population.

Some even threatened that they would not participate in the war if such things happened. The witches were enemies and they could not be believed.

To all this, Sol only had one answer. He laughed.

“I encourage you to rebel. I promised some noble title to the witches. I believe cleaning up some old noble house will be helpful.”

They were dismayed at his words. But this wasn’t the end.

“We are in a time of war.”

His voice was calm and the nobles could only gulp at the terror they were feeling from a boy who was barely an adult.

“All nobles are considered as soldiers. Do you know what happens to deserters?”

His smile was oh-so chilling and so beautiful.

“I am done playing nice.”

Sol made it clear. His words were laws.

Refusal to obey simply meant death,