Chapter 792: Title
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Chapter 792: Title
1
Throughout the universe, it was a known fact that Mythical Bloodlines were the
topmost desire for any half-blood descendants.
In fact, for a human to have any drop of bloodline legacy would have actually
been considered special already.
The people of Ouroboros understood this fact through the ten millennia of war
between those who possessed the blood of the Serpent and those who didn't. At
the end a thousand years ago, the 1% minority of the bloodline race was the one
who won the war and became the ruler of the planet.
Since then, every citizen who had even a seemingly insignicant rank 1
bloodline would be considered an upper-class citizen, a title that allowed one to
receive special training and education.
Those who possessed the so-called regular bloodline, which was rank 1 to rank
3, took 90% of the entire population of the half-blood. Rank 4 and rank 5
respectively took 9% and 0.9% of the total population, while rank 6 boasted a
miniscule number of 0.09%.
This left the Mythical bloodline who, by statistic, only appeared and born in
about one every 10.000 half-blood people.
There weren't even a million half-bloods born in Ouroboros every generation,
which meant that a Mythical bloodline was something that would, statistically,
only be found once every few years.
Therefore, it was no wonder that the possessors of Mythical bloodlines were
considered royalty among all the half-bloods, not just in Ouroboros, but in all
the universe.
This data was related to a gure like Heorgar, a rank 7 Demon Wolf, who was
quickly sought for by the White Fang Clan. Thanks to the blessing and potential
he boasted, he was personally taught by the Patriarch as well as Chief Beowulf
to become a great warrior of the clan.
The current Emery was basically in an even higher spotlight, being a rank 8
which was even rarer.
Now that he had successfully advanced his bloodline to rank 8, his existence
was essentially an invaluable treasure that suddenly arrived on the Oroboros'
doorstep, literally.
Emery stepped in and was surprised by the large entourage waiting for him.
He was escorted into the great hall of the palace, where even more high peak
magus could be seen lling and guarding the place. Duke Syre was also present,
standing next to the Queen, who surprisingly seemed to have been waiting for
him.
Emery continued to his steps and calmly approached the throne with the two
siblings Silva and Vizla on each of his side. As they got closer to the gure
sitting on the throne, he could somehow sense the white-haired girl feeling
anxious.
When he arrived and stood in front of the queen, Emery bowed to her
respectfully before saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Even though he had seen her friendly character before, the gure in front of
Emery at this time still felt very overwhelming to him. So much that he couldn't
help but bow his body slightly more.
"Congratulations, Emery, for achieving rank 8," said the Oroboros Queen
calmly.
Emery respectfully bowed again in response. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Duke Syre proceeded to give the queen a small cube, which the black-haired
beauty seemed to be looking at with great interest.
"Emery, it has come to my knowledge that other than the Apothecary Institute
of Magus Academy and a member of the White Fang Clan, you are not aliated
in any faction. Is this true?"
Based on the reason he was summoned here, Emery expected what the queen
was looking at just now was probably a compilation of his detailed information.
Therefore, he calmly nodded his head. "That's correct, Your Majesty."
"That's good," the queen said in a rather jovial tone. "That's very good."
She looked at Emery and said, "Emery, the reason I summoned you here is to
oer you the title of Ouroboros Morning Star, which is the highest title possible
for those outside the lineage of our Serpent Bloodline."
Emery didn't expect such a sudden oer. The queen, however, was still not
done yet.
"You will be supported with the best facility and resources the Ouroboros can
oer: artifacts, potions, gene serum, rare ingredients, and more. Just like part
of the Ouroboros royalty. Apart from that, you will also be given two grand
magus who would teach and put you under their tutelage."
Emery saw the queen's eyes and knew everything she had just said was serious.
"Those are my oer to you, the price for pledging yourself to us - the
Ouroboros."
Emery was silent. Rather, he was too stunned to speak.
All of a sudden, he thought of his past: how 4 years ago he was just a simple boy
from the lowest ranked noble in Briton, one of the islands in a small remote
planet of the universe called Earth. Being oered with such a fantastic, mind-
blowing privilege naturally stirred his heart.
Unfortunately, Emery already had a denite answer to the oer and it was not a
pleasant one. The reason he was silent was because he was afraid he would
oend the other party. Still, he had to give his answer.
Therefore, Emery bowed as low as he could and said, "I am very very grateful
for the amazing oer and for thinking so highly of me, Your Majesty.
Unfortunately, I still have unnished business at home that I need to settle
before I can make this kind of decision."
Emery added, "I hope Your Majesty would be willing to give me some time to
consider."
After speaking in the most courteous way he could, Emery slowly raised his
head and could see the expression on the queen's face was far from good. The
queen had a faint wicked smile on her face. A formless pressure began to weigh
on his mental defense.
Emery gave his best to endure the pressure as the queen spoke.
"Haven't we been good hosts to you, Emery?"
"Y-yes, Your Majesty... You have been an excellent host to me."
"And... isn't it true that you managed to achieve your advancement because of
our clan's kindness and hard work?"
"Yes... Your Majesty. And for that, I will forever be grateful and indebted."
Hearing this, the queen's expression turned even more cold.
"I don't want you to be indebted, Emery. I want you to be committed to the
clan, and I won't accept no for an answer."
The queen looked him straight in the eye. Emery could clearly feel the chill
radiating from her gaze that honestly scared him. He was pressured, both
mentally and physically, however, Emery stood rm on his stance and said
what was on his mind truthfully.
"No, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, but I really can't. Not for the moment."
The queen stood up from her throne as her voice boomed through the air.
"Are you're making fun of our kindness!"
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Chapter 792: Title
1
Throughout the universe, it was a known fact that Mythical Bloodlines were the
topmost desire for any half-blood descendants.
In fact, for a human to have any drop of bloodline legacy would have actually
been considered special already.
The people of Ouroboros understood this fact through the ten millennia of war
between those who possessed the blood of the Serpent and those who didn't. At
the end a thousand years ago, the 1% minority of the bloodline race was the one
who won the war and became the ruler of the planet.
Since then, every citizen who had even a seemingly insignicant rank 1
bloodline would be considered an upper-class citizen, a title that allowed one to
receive special training and education.
Those who possessed the so-called regular bloodline, which was rank 1 to rank
3, took 90% of the entire population of the half-blood. Rank 4 and rank 5
respectively took 9% and 0.9% of the total population, while rank 6 boasted a
miniscule number of 0.09%.
This left the Mythical bloodline who, by statistic, only appeared and born in
about one every 10.000 half-blood people.
There weren't even a million half-bloods born in Ouroboros every generation,
which meant that a Mythical bloodline was something that would, statistically,
only be found once every few years.
Therefore, it was no wonder that the possessors of Mythical bloodlines were
considered royalty among all the half-bloods, not just in Ouroboros, but in all
the universe.
This data was related to a gure like Heorgar, a rank 7 Demon Wolf, who was
quickly sought for by the White Fang Clan. Thanks to the blessing and potential
he boasted, he was personally taught by the Patriarch as well as Chief Beowulf
to become a great warrior of the clan.
The current Emery was basically in an even higher spotlight, being a rank 8
which was even rarer.
Now that he had successfully advanced his bloodline to rank 8, his existence
was essentially an invaluable treasure that suddenly arrived on the Oroboros'
doorstep, literally.
Emery stepped in and was surprised by the large entourage waiting for him.
He was escorted into the great hall of the palace, where even more high peak
magus could be seen lling and guarding the place. Duke Syre was also present,
standing next to the Queen, who surprisingly seemed to have been waiting for
him.
Emery continued to his steps and calmly approached the throne with the two
siblings Silva and Vizla on each of his side. As they got closer to the gure
sitting on the throne, he could somehow sense the white-haired girl feeling
anxious.
When he arrived and stood in front of the queen, Emery bowed to her
respectfully before saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Even though he had seen her friendly character before, the gure in front of
Emery at this time still felt very overwhelming to him. So much that he couldn't
help but bow his body slightly more.
"Congratulations, Emery, for achieving rank 8," said the Oroboros Queen
calmly.
Emery respectfully bowed again in response. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Duke Syre proceeded to give the queen a small cube, which the black-haired
beauty seemed to be looking at with great interest.
"Emery, it has come to my knowledge that other than the Apothecary Institute
of Magus Academy and a member of the White Fang Clan, you are not aliated
in any faction. Is this true?"
Based on the reason he was summoned here, Emery expected what the queen
was looking at just now was probably a compilation of his detailed information.
Therefore, he calmly nodded his head. "That's correct, Your Majesty."
"That's good," the queen said in a rather jovial tone. "That's very good."
She looked at Emery and said, "Emery, the reason I summoned you here is to
oer you the title of Ouroboros Morning Star, which is the highest title possible
for those outside the lineage of our Serpent Bloodline."
Emery didn't expect such a sudden oer. The queen, however, was still not
done yet.
"You will be supported with the best facility and resources the Ouroboros can
oer: artifacts, potions, gene serum, rare ingredients, and more. Just like part
of the Ouroboros royalty. Apart from that, you will also be given two grand
magus who would teach and put you under their tutelage."
Emery saw the queen's eyes and knew everything she had just said was serious.
"Those are my oer to you, the price for pledging yourself to us - the
Ouroboros."
Emery was silent. Rather, he was too stunned to speak.
All of a sudden, he thought of his past: how 4 years ago he was just a simple boy
from the lowest ranked noble in Briton, one of the islands in a small remote
planet of the universe called Earth. Being oered with such a fantastic, mind-
blowing privilege naturally stirred his heart.
Unfortunately, Emery already had a denite answer to the oer and it was not a
pleasant one. The reason he was silent was because he was afraid he would
oend the other party. Still, he had to give his answer.
Therefore, Emery bowed as low as he could and said, "I am very very grateful
for the amazing oer and for thinking so highly of me, Your Majesty.
Unfortunately, I still have unnished business at home that I need to settle
before I can make this kind of decision."
Emery added, "I hope Your Majesty would be willing to give me some time to
consider."
After speaking in the most courteous way he could, Emery slowly raised his
head and could see the expression on the queen's face was far from good. The
queen had a faint wicked smile on her face. A formless pressure began to weigh
on his mental defense.
Emery gave his best to endure the pressure as the queen spoke.
"Haven't we been good hosts to you, Emery?"
"Y-yes, Your Majesty... You have been an excellent host to me."
"And... isn't it true that you managed to achieve your advancement because of
our clan's kindness and hard work?"
"Yes... Your Majesty. And for that, I will forever be grateful and indebted."
Hearing this, the queen's expression turned even more cold.
"I don't want you to be indebted, Emery. I want you to be committed to the
clan, and I won't accept no for an answer."
The queen looked him straight in the eye. Emery could clearly feel the chill
radiating from her gaze that honestly scared him. He was pressured, both
mentally and physically, however, Emery stood rm on his stance and said
what was on his mind truthfully.
"No, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, but I really can't. Not for the moment."
The queen stood up from her throne as her voice boomed through the air.
"Are you're making fun of our kindness!"
Chapter 792: Title 1Throughout the universe, it was a known fact that Mythical Bloodlines were thetopmost desire for any half-blood descendants.In fact, for a human to have any drop of bloodline legacy would have actuallybeen considered special already.The people of Ouroboros understood this fact through the ten millennia of warbetween those who possessed the blood of the Serpent and those who didn't. Atthe end a thousand years ago, the 1% minority of the bloodline race was the onewho won the war and became the ruler of the planet.Since then, every citizen who had even a seemingly insignicant rank 1bloodline would be considered an upper-class citizen, a title that allowed one toreceive special training and education.Those who possessed the so-called regular bloodline, which was rank 1 to rank3, took 90% of the entire population of the half-blood. Rank 4 and rank 5respectively took 9% and 0.9% of the total population, while rank 6 boasted aminiscule number of 0.09%.This left the Mythical bloodline who, by statistic, only appeared and born inabout one every 10.000 half-blood people.There weren't even a million half-bloods born in Ouroboros every generation,which meant that a Mythical bloodline was something that would, statistically,only be found once every few years.Therefore, it was no wonder that the possessors of Mythical bloodlines wereconsidered royalty among all the half-bloods, not just in Ouroboros, but in allthe universe.This data was related to a gure like Heorgar, a rank 7 Demon Wolf, who wasquickly sought for by the White Fang Clan. Thanks to the blessing and potentialhe boasted, he was personally taught by the Patriarch as well as Chief Beowulfto become a great warrior of the clan.The current Emery was basically in an even higher spotlight, being a rank 8which was even rarer.Now that he had successfully advanced his bloodline to rank 8, his existencewas essentially an invaluable treasure that suddenly arrived on the Oroboros'doorstep, literally.Emery stepped in and was surprised by the large entourage waiting for him.He was escorted into the great hall of the palace, where even more high peakmagus could be seen lling and guarding the place. Duke Syre was also present,standing next to the Queen, who surprisingly seemed to have been waiting forhim.Emery continued to his steps and calmly approached the throne with the twosiblings Silva and Vizla on each of his side. As they got closer to the guresitting on the throne, he could somehow sense the white-haired girl feelinganxious.When he arrived and stood in front of the queen, Emery bowed to herrespectfully before saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."Even though he had seen her friendly character before, the gure in front ofEmery at this time still felt very overwhelming to him. So much that he couldn'thelp but bow his body slightly more."Congratulations, Emery, for achieving rank 8," said the Oroboros Queencalmly.Emery respectfully bowed again in response. "Thank you, Your Majesty."Duke Syre proceeded to give the queen a small cube, which the black-hairedbeauty seemed to be looking at with great interest."Emery, it has come to my knowledge that other than the Apothecary Instituteof Magus Academy and a member of the White Fang Clan, you are not aliatedin any faction. Is this true?"Based on the reason he was summoned here, Emery expected what the queenwas looking at just now was probably a compilation of his detailed information.Therefore, he calmly nodded his head. "That's correct, Your Majesty.""That's good," the queen said in a rather jovial tone. "That's very good."She looked at Emery and said, "Emery, the reason I summoned you here is tooer you the title of Ouroboros Morning Star, which is the highest title possiblefor those outside the lineage of our Serpent Bloodline."Emery didn't expect such a sudden oer. The queen, however, was still notdone yet."You will be supported with the best facility and resources the Ouroboros canoer: artifacts, potions, gene serum, rare ingredients, and more. Just like partof the Ouroboros royalty. Apart from that, you will also be given two grandmagus who would teach and put you under their tutelage."Emery saw the queen's eyes and knew everything she had just said was serious."Those are my oer to you, the price for pledging yourself to us - theOuroboros."Emery was silent. Rather, he was too stunned to speak.All of a sudden, he thought of his past: how 4 years ago he was just a simple boyfrom the lowest ranked noble in Briton, one of the islands in a small remoteplanet of the universe called Earth. Being oered with such a fantastic, mind-blowing privilege naturally stirred his heart.Unfortunately, Emery already had a denite answer to the oer and it was not apleasant one. The reason he was silent was because he was afraid he wouldoend the other party. Still, he had to give his answer.Therefore, Emery bowed as low as he could and said, "I am very very gratefulfor the amazing oer and for thinking so highly of me, Your Majesty.Unfortunately, I still have unnished business at home that I need to settlebefore I can make this kind of decision."Emery added, "I hope Your Majesty would be willing to give me some time toconsider."After speaking in the most courteous way he could, Emery slowly raised hishead and could see the expression on the queen's face was far from good. Thequeen had a faint wicked smile on her face. A formless pressure began to weighon his mental defense.Emery gave his best to endure the pressure as the queen spoke."Haven't we been good hosts to you, Emery?""Y-yes, Your Majesty... You have been an excellent host to me.""And... isn't it true that you managed to achieve your advancement because ofour clan's kindness and hard work?""Yes... Your Majesty. And for that, I will forever be grateful and indebted."Hearing this, the queen's expression turned even more cold."I don't want you to be indebted, Emery. I want you to be committed to theclan, and I won't accept no for an answer."The queen looked him straight in the eye. Emery could clearly feel the chillradiating from her gaze that honestly scared him. He was pressured, bothmentally and physically, however, Emery stood rm on his stance and saidwhat was on his mind truthfully."No, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, but I really can't. Not for the moment."The queen stood up from her throne as her voice boomed through the air."Are you're making fun of our kindness!"
