Chapter 26: Father To Son
Jason finished counting the money he had collected, a tidy sum of 300, 000. He had kept on betting on physical awakeneds against awakeneds that use magic.
Because of his actions only physical awakeneds remained in this tournament while the other had been eliminated, as such if he bet on anyone again it would no longer be in his favor. It would turn into a game of standard betting where the chances of losing money where 50-50 on average.
In order words, his heart would not withstand losing anymore money.
With all his business done Jason made his way back to his living area.
As he arrived at the entrance to the main living area he was interrupted by one of the guards, it wasn't because of his attire but something much serious.
"One of the elders have summoned you." He said.
"What does one of them want with me?" Jason questioned as he pulled off his black mask and gloves.
The guard shrugged before leading him to the residence and once again, they encountered no "hidden guards" until they had gotten a good distance away from his entrance and his living area.
Once again Jason saw them; the guards who were pretending to be hiding, he couldn't tell if the clan was too lenient on the matter or if he was missing something.
"The elder has been waiting." A guard said.
The guard escorting Jason was obviously shocked, he jumped back in shock and was prepared to cut something in half, his mana surging.
But he realized what was happening and sighed in disappointment.
The guard who had been "invisible" vanished from his sight once again.
'Is he blind?' Jason wondered, shocked at what was happening. 'Is it possible that they are using magic to hide themselves from the naked eye?'
Jason was astounded by this discovery of his, he began to look at them in a different light: from people who were trying to look cool while doing odd poses to guards who used mana to make themselves invisible.
'If that's so... Doesn't that mean that these people have great mana control, after all they are still able to do it even though I'm here. Damn, I can't use mana.' Jason let out a sigh.
He felt the area around him changed slightly.
Before he could see the guards at each angle, but now the only person he could see was a bald man sitting down on an exquisite blue armchair.
The scenery around him had morphed, right now he was in a large room painted white and blue with a chandelier, however the object radiated a large amount of mana that gave this seemingly simple room, a regal feeling.
'Much better than that chaircase.' Jason thought, nodding to himself in agreement.
"Take a seat." He said.
Jason was shocked at the level of kindness in his voice that he inadvertently began racking his brain to see who the old man was.
"My... father." Jason muttered, however the old man heard him clearly.
Jason looked at the chair he was being told to sit on, a plastic brown chair a meter away from the old man.
'The service is obviously five stars!'
"Tell me, how did you inherit the Null eyes?" He said, getting straight to the point.
There was no: how have you been son? Have you been faring well? I'm sorry for abandoning you, and all that type of things.
"Who knows." Jason answered. "I just woke up when I was 10 on one day, and I had it."
"Your body is unable to accept mana, tell me boy." He said again.
'According to the novel isn't he supposed to be kind?'
In the novel "The World Only Devils Know" this man was a senior elder, but even though he had this position he was extremely kind, even helping the main character who was an outsider of the clan.
'Or did the trauma from being the father of a dark-skinned boy finally get to you?'
Obviously, having a dark-skin as a child wasn't good for mental health. In some cases if the first son was a dark-skinned boy, the mother was even burned alive while being spewed insults.
"I told you everything I know, my eyes were feeling a bit different than normally but at that time I couldn't tell the difference because I don't have a mirror." Jason lied again.
There was no way in hell or heaven that he would tell this old man that he awakened a system that made his body able to accept nature energy and give him the abilities to copy talents.
"This is the last time I will ask you nicely boy, tell me how you awakened the Null eyes when you aren't even an awakened yourself!"
With those words the man released a small amount of his mana to pressure Jason. The boy had dared to put the clan head in the void when he was younger, so such small punishment for an insolent brat was enough.
Even if the boy was crippled he wasn't important!
Jason looked at the old man who was his supposed father, the man seemed to be staring daggers through the wall. Could it be possible that he was venting his anger internally?
The old man was shocked at how the boy could withstand the force of his mana, but Jason didn't even know that his father was trying to use the old "mana pressure".
If he released all of his mana right now there was no doubt that Jason would be severely affected by it, probably even crippling him in the process.
However if he did as such he would forever be ashamed of himself, forcing his own blood down.
"Boy, listen to me. If you tell me how you got the Null eyes, I will make sure you don't have to participate in the clan trial."
This was the ultimate trump card, he was sure Jason wouldn't reject it.
Even though Jason had the Null eyes and could trap people inside the void whenever he used it, the Null eyes still required mana. He believed that Jason had performed a miracle that day, but such things had limits.
Jason couldn't continuously trap everybody monster he met with the Null eyes.
'Do I really have to act to get out of this?'
Jason feigned an expression of doubt, trying his best to make it seem like he had been praying all along for such an opportunity.
"If you answer me seriously I will."
"Well..." Jason began his lie. "... The night that I got it I had a dream. There was a small blue orb that was talking to me, it told me that it was mana itself and it hated me to the core.
But, it would give me the inherited technique of the Hachiman clan."
'Honestly, I'm not sure I would believe this if I was him.' Jason thought.
The old man no longer had that look like he was staring through the wall, he was in a contemplative position obviously mulling over it.
"So, does this mean I don't have to participate in it?"
"You must participate." He said quickly.
'I knew you were lying, I feel unfortunate by being your son.'
It was incredible how this old man had gone from one of the kindest people in the novel to such a different person just because he had a dark-skinned son!
Truly, the racism was something else!
A/N: This is a late update.
I only updated once last week so the collections have been fluctuating between 161-163. So 180 collections please, If it reaches 180 I'll publish a chapter I owe
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