Chapter 739 The Last Of Murkel

Chapter 739 The Last Of Murkel

Murkel remained the Clan Head of the Erupting Fist Clan and now had his son, Ricktor, to look after. He found joy in his family and clan life. From time to time, he would even teach Ricktor himself. Murkel had a talent for teaching, which was why he was originally an instructor for the future stars of the Erupting Fist Clan. He would praise Ricktor when he did well, not just because he was his son, but because Ricktor was extremely talented.

However, watching his son, despite his skill, Murkel couldn't shake a thought from the back of his mind:

'Is my son like me? Is Ricktor like me? I'm no longer completely human. I can tell that from my emotions, how fast my body heals, and how strong it is. I haven't been able to utilize the hybrid beast power in me, but I know it's there even if it's not in my mind. There's a chance that my son's talent is not just because of me but because of what I am.'

This thought caused Murkel to view his son in a different light. It was hard to shake the feeling, as two sides within him seemed to conflict. He decided to distract himself with other matters, particularly concerning the Noctis Clan. His search included traveling to other clans and factions to gather information about the Noctis Clan's last known whereabouts.

During his journeys, Murkel encountered more skirmishes and fights than he had anticipated. Some people clearly knew something, and Murkel had to apply pressure to get answers from them. Others attacked him simply because he was digging too deep.

The grand search for any living members of the Noctis Clan, the arts that existed, or what had happened to them spanned years. From time to time, Murkel would stop by the Erupting Fist Clan to check on his family. Yet, the connection and time spent with Ricktor became less frequent. Murkel wasn't sure why.

He wasn't sure if it was fear that he had changed his son or if he simply cared less. It felt that way, and the emotions in his head told his heart that he should be saddened, yet he was not.

During his search for the Noctis Clan, Murkel also made a name for himself. As he traveled, many Clan Heads and powerful members challenged him. He defeated them with ease. Since Murkel didn't kill the Clan Heads he had beaten, only defeating them, many started to become loyal or at least supportive of the Erupting Fist Clan.

"My desire?" Murkel repeated, looking at his fist.

He hardly had time to think before he spoke. "I wish to get rid of the Light Faction, the Demonic Faction, and the Dark Faction. Everything will be under my control, and they will pay for what they have done."

Murkel was somewhat shocked by his own words, yet he knew the feelings inside him were true. He harbored hatred for the Dark Faction for what they had done, but why would he hate the other factions, other than to protect those he cared about?

It was then he realized that he hadn't resisted the feeling or the desire of what he said.

Lifting his hand into view again, he closed his fist, and a red solid crystal formed at the top of his hand.

"When did it happen?" Murkel asked himself.

The voice of the Hybrid was lost, possibly forever, but in turn, Murkel had lost himself. The reason the Hybrid's voice could no longer be heard was that his and the Hybrid's voices were now the same.

The desires and feelings were shared, and as each day passed, humans began to look like mere insects to him, including his own son.

"Very well, sir. As I said, we will help you with whatever it is you desire!" Arkon stated.

This marked the beginning of how Murkel became the principal of the Dark Faction Academy and eventually the head of the Dark Faction, leading them to where they were today, fighting against Raze in the Martial Arts Tournament.