Chapter 126: Obyron

A man sat on his desk, with his hands over his mouth as he was mulling over his problems. He had a few white strays in his hair, but he looked like a spry thirty-year-old man with well-groomed hair.Behind him was an expansive glass view of Genesis City from a hundred floors up one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city.

He sat at his desk waiting, tapping his foot on the floor with nervousness. Enjoy more content from mvl

Suddenly, the door to his office opened and a man with a butler suit came inside. The butler bowed toward the man and said;

"My apologies sir. They couldn't find the young master."

The man took a deep sigh. This was Obyron Orioness, the father of Obek Orioness. When he heard of what happened in the Pocket Remedium, he instructed his butler to inform him of any news.

And what he dreaded, came to be true. Obek was dead. He was just one of the unfortunate casualties of the disasters that kept on happening in the City. He closed his eyes and blamed himself for letting his youngest son run amok.

"I should have been more strict with him."

"The young master has—had always been reckless on his own. His death is my responsibility. I should have kept a closer eye on his activities," the butler said solemnly.

The two of them were silent for a moment.

"Did they find any trace of him?"

The butler shook his head. "They couldn't even find a blood splatter, master. It was as if Obek had vanished from the Pocket Remedium itself."

They hired the best investigators in the entire City, but they still couldn't find the young master's body anywhere.

This was extremely weird. After all, even those that got flattened into a mush of blood, flesh, and bones, by the Giant Werewolf could be recovered by scraping their remains off the streets.

According to the investigations, after Obek was out of the race, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the horde of Pseudo Canzers. And unfortunately, he wasn't able to protect himself from the onslaught. S~eaʀᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The best a father could hope for was that Obek died while being trampled by thousands of centaur monsters. At worst, Obek died while he was being mauled and dismantled by those angry, rabid, Pseudo Canzers hungry for human flesh.

Even then, they should have at least seen evidence of the carnage. But they couldn't even find a single drop of blood from him.

This gave false hope for Obyron Orioness. Maybe, Obek survived and was hiding out somewhere alone and afraid. But as a man who knew the true nature of Canzers, he knew that it was unlikely.

"How do we proceed, sir?"

The current patriarch of the Orioness family thought long and hard about the consequences of his decisions. He had to think about what to do as a father, and what to do as a member of Genesis City. Those two were completely different.

But as much as he wanted to grieve, Obyron knew that his responsibilities came first. They were a priority.

"We will tell no one about this. Inform those that are inquiring that Obek lost all his SoulTime and will take years to recover his body."

The butler nodded. "Understood sir. But there's just one more thing that is concerning."

"What is it?"

"The recent incident has put a lot of bodies in the church. Their families came and demanded to see their children in the ICU. The soldiers are doing their best to handle the situation, but the dissent among them will only grow as time passes. They could start a riot and forcefully intrude into the ICU."

Obyron took another deep breath. Problems just kept on piling up for the new patriarch. It hadn't been long since his father passed the mantle onto him, but he was already dealing with disastrous incidents left and right.

"Double the guards. Triple them. I don't care. They must never be able to enter that ICU. They can't know that it's a morgue."

Obyron Orioness knew the truth. He was among those who were given the knowledge about the Angel's extinction. He knew that the days of immortality were long gone, and the whole world was going into an apocalypse.

It was inevitable. The best thing he could do was to prepare. However, that wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Just then, the door suddenly burst wide open as a short blonde-haired man with a youthful face entered Obyron's office.

"Father. Is it true? Did my little brother lose his SoulTime?"

"Otis, calm down."

"Tell me!"

Obyron knew that he couldn't control his eldest son's outrage over this incident.

"Yes. He did."

Otis gasped. He heard rumors, but he didn't think it was true. Now that he heard it from his father made the realization even more heartbreaking. He felt his knees weaken as he buckled down on the floor.

He treasured his little brother. They were two peas in a pod.

Tears fell from his eyes. "Where is he? I want to see his body. Did the priest tell us when he can fully recover?"

Obyron and the butler shared a look. As much as they wanted to tell Otis the truth about the world, their confidentiality agreement with the City prevented them from doing so.

The butler answered for Obyron. "No, young master. They only told us that it would take a couple of years till he recovers."

Otis couldn't help but slam his fist on the wall. His anger reverberated throughout the building.

His little brother didn't deserve to suffer like this. Those freeloaders who took advantage of his brother and used him for his keys to the Pocket Dimension should be the ones to suffer all the consequences.

He planned to give them a little bit of suffering to teach them a lesson.

Obyron saw the gears turning in Otis' mind. He knew his eldest son was short-tempered and had the tendency to be vindictive. They couldn't afford that—not in the upcoming apocalypse. He had to nip the bud of the problem before it got too late.

"I'm telling you now. Don't."

"But father! Those Olympians and those traitors should be punished! I don't care if they're Razer or Yasmine, I will show them the pain that my brother suffered!"