Chapter 792: Title

Chapter 792: Title

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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!"