Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Sul Lotus Blood
Chapter 379 – Sul Lotus Blood

‘Death, show me my current stats.’ Kaden instructed, ignoring completely the two bickering inside his head.

[Understood, Host.]

Immediately, something flickered in front of Kaden. And with his mesmerizing sword-shaped eyes, Prometheus took in the sight of his current stats.

He whistled.

[Stats]

STR: 2350

AGL: 2000

CONS: 2300

PER: 2485

INT: 2400

MANA: 2200

WILL: 2500

[Stat Points: 0.]

[Death Coins: 70000]

‘Not bad.’ Kaden inwardly praised himself.

He had reached the limits of his Will two years ago, after the event of Aurora. Now the rest of his stats were not so far behind.

And, by the Crimson Stars! Only he knew the difficulty it was to raise his stats to this level.

It was worthy of praise, honestly. It felt like a mortal trying to claw his way toward the sun. Yes, that difficult.

Kaden didn’t remember the number of times he cursed Death for the low amount of stat points he was receiving after quests.

Death always ignored him. That didn’t stop Prometheus from cursing, though.

The worst was that even his unique Will of Harvester was barely helping. The beasts he was killing were so bloody weak that Kaden needed to commit a genocide for him to obtain a substantial amount of stat points.

It was something he couldn’t do too many times.

That was only then he realized how far he had come. Even Grandmaster beasts gave him practically nothing. And Epithet beasts were as scarce as flies in winter.

Yet he believed even they would fall short. Except if they were unique enough.

But the point was that Kaden had reached a state where only Elderling, beings at the beginning of the path of Divinity, could be a threat to him.

And those types of beings were not found by walking in the streets, hands in pockets, whistling about the beauty of the sun.

Clearly not.

All of this caused even his Origin Core to not be fully saturated.

His Origin was Mythic after all. A very peculiar one at that.

The power it gave was horrific, so the cost to evolve it was far more than what Kaden was used to.

Yet he was not discouraged.

He was pretty satisfied with the level he had attained. Now the only thing he needed to do was go back to Fokay, and continue his path.

His destination was already set. And that destination was even more important to him now after the event with Inara.

He needed to make things right. He needed to know what was going on with Rea and why her uncle wanted to kill her.

Until now, Kaden hadn’t told anyone that Luke was still alive. He didn’t dare. And somehow, he began to regret that decision.

A feeling whispered inside his heart, clenching it tight like a bone-white, knuckled fist.

A nasty feeling.

He exhaled through his nose and dismissed his status screen. He planted his right hand on the ground, then jolted himself up.

Standing, Kaden rolled his shoulders, stretching his arms and legs, and popped his neck.

His mouth let out a sigh of relief and contentment before he turned and walked toward his open window leisurely.

There, Prometheus looked at the streets of Waverith. Decorations were already beginning, and the roads were bloated with laughing and bickering folks.

The population was overflowing with enthusiasm. After all, the Sul Lotus Blood Festival was the day their Hero was born.

To them, it was not just any day. No. It was a day of Love, for the Heavens had granted them a being such as Kaden.

And everyone was willing to make this day as memorable as possible.

The air was coated with happiness and love, and all types of beings of all colors and ages were working together in joy.

Kaden smiled at this, but then his eyes caught something.

Among the shouting folks, he saw a woman walking through the streets of Waverith, head slightly bowed.

Kaden recognized her instantly.

Sabine, his maid.

Kaden tilted his head, wondering briefly where she was going. But then he shook his head, remembering he had actually given her some days off.

He focused back on the plebeians and watched them slowly hang heart-shaped lanterns all over the streets, and decorate the floor with red lotuses.

Banners began to rise upward.

Pictures of Kaden and the Red Crown, but also of Silver Crowns, were being erected, accompanied by those of Rea, Meris, and Inara.

Poets were thinking of new poems to write for that day. Others about what kind of plays to make to arouse the devotion of mortals.

Prometheus took all of it in, mumbling inaudibly under his breath.

Reditha and Blanche were still bickering.

…

Meanwhile, Sabine — Maid of Kaden — was walking through the streets of Waverith silently, elbowing and squeezing through the forest of people.

Her head was slightly crooked inward, looking at her feet while walking instead of in front of her.

Her face at that instant was strange. Her eyes were wide, but not in wonder nor in shock. It was the kind of dilation that was born from the realization that something inevitable was dawning close.

And that, no matter what one did.

She bit her lips tightly, so tightly that she tasted blood. Yet, weirdly, she felt none of it. Instead, she continued her unsteady and awkward walk, turning left and right through the alleys of the Stronghold until finally she arrived in front of a house.

A rather well-built one, made of stone and wood, a two-story house, colored in purple and black.

Just at that instant, the steel door yawned open, and two beings stepped out of it.

A man, around thirty years old, with purple hair and black eyes. And a child, a little boy around three to four years old, purple hair and brown eyes.

Seeing her, the two beamed. The child immediately let go of his father’s hand and ran with his little unsteady feet, as fast as a toddler could muster, toward Sabine.

“Mama!” the little lad chirped.

Behind him, the man — husband of Sabine — let out a faint smile at such happiness from his son.

Sabine watched her son running toward her. In an instant, all her worries evaporated like water on blazing fire, and her smile returned to her wonderful face.

She squatted down, her hands stretched like a bird taking flight, her smile widening as soon…

TAK—!

The boy slammed himself into Sabine’s chest and hugged her tightly.

“You are here, mama!” he said again, and Sabine nodded while caressing her son’s hair.

“Of course, little Kaden. How could I miss the festival day?”

The boy, Kaden, beamed even more.

“YAY!”

The husband approached them.

“You took a leave?” he asked, leaning slightly to kiss her forehead.

“Yes,” Sabine nodded, “the young master gave me these days to spend with my family.”

At the mention of young master, little Kaden chirped,

“I want to see him, mother!” he said, holding his mother’s clothes, making puppy-like eyes. “I want to see the hero!”

Sabine smiled motherly and pinched his cheeks. He winced.

“Of course you will. But only if you are a good boy.”

“And only if you are a hero,” the husband, Orien, added, crouching down with them. “You know your name, right, my boy?”

The boy nodded.

“I am Kaden Willsnow!”

Orien grinned.

“Yes. Don’t forget it, boy. Your mother gave you the name in hope you will be like the Hero. Will you disappoint her?”

He shook his head vehemently.

“No! I will be a Hero!”

Sabine shook her head, giving a sharp glare to Orien.

“I don’t care, Kaden,” she said, then gave him a playful smack on her son lips. “I just want you to be happy. I just want you to be strong and an honorable man just like Him. Just like a Warborn. Okay, sweetheart? You don’t need to be a hero for that.”

She smiled.

“A man of honor doesn’t necessarily need to be one of battles. A man of honor doesn’t necessarily need to be a man who witnessed and delivered death. Okay?”

“Yes, mother.” Little Kaden nodded, somehow sulking.

Sabine kissed him on the forehead and stood up while still holding him against her chest.

“Where were you going?” she asked Orien.

“Just to buy some red lotus for the day.”

“Let’s go then. I need to buy other things too. What do you wish to eat today? I will cook.”

Immediately, the two males began to cry, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

They were finally going to eat properly!

They immediately kissed Sabine on each side of her cheeks, telling her she was the best mother and wife, respectively.

Sabine cackled. For a moment, the world and all its problems disappeared.

She took her child and, with her husband, went toward the marketplace of Waverith.

At that moment, unknown to everyone, deep inside Sabine, something moved.

A slither. A crawl.

And a low, slow blinking light bathed her insides in a sky-like luster.

—End of Chapter 379—