Chapter 118 I Promise!!

From their definition, they were known as Cryz Stones, and could help fuse and elevate skills. 'I already have Ability Points. I wonder why sir Damien gave this to me.'

He thought in curiosity, then moved on to the second last resource, which so happened to be a small barrel. It's size was around waist level, and was even thicker than him in width.

'Barrel of faith..? Something that can help a mortal attain godhood? Wait, gods really exist? No, more importantly, I can actually become a god?' Adonis thought in excitement.

From reading legends and myth, none of the third generation did not dream of being a god. Especially when they were some second generational humans revered as gods.

An example was the gladiator god, Mr Gray, or the goddess of death, Mrs Gray. Heck even their son was revered as a god prodigy.

He himself was no exception. And now, maybe that dream could come to reality, but... as what? What god would he become? He entertained the idea for a while.

And finally, onto the last resource, which was just an old, ancient-like brown page, floating within the golden cloaked void.

The paper had a depiction of a sword on it, and nothing else. '...The Legendary Class Inheritance of the Avalonian Knights? Wait, a Legendary Class Inheritance?!'

He exclaimed, almost jumping up in fright. 'Where did sir Damien get such a high leveled treasure from?' He was a bit perplexed.

'Ah, but I already have a Hidden Class, so it's useless. I bet even he didn't know that.' He chuckled, and ended his inspection.

But his thoughts still ran wild, and could not seem to stop for a while. And by the time he calmed down, his will retreated back to his study.

"So, what did junior brother give you?" Sixth sat down, and inquired. He had his hands crossed before his chest, and his attitude all the same.

He wouldn't change just because Damien said so. Plus, he didn't directly tell him to be obedient either, which made listening to Adonis' commands non-obligatory.

"Ah, uhm, there a few resources, including the Domain that he promised." Adonis replied, still a bit awkward about his new position.

"Is that so? Then what are you waiting for? Why not create your own Domain right now?" Sixth scoffed and inquired.

"About that... I'm still thinking of an environment suitable for me. I'm still not sure what to base it on at the moment. So I'll postpone." He replied bitterly.

He wanted to create a perfect domain for himself. One that would stand out amongst all twelve kings of humanity. One that would make him stand out amongst his peers!!

"Is that so... Anyway, what's your plan from now on?"

"Uhm, Well..."

"Come on, spit it out. Why do you think I'm here in the first place? Or what, did you truly believe that Damien left us here for you to boss around? Don't think too highly of yourself, kid." Sixth sternly worded out each word.

They were cold and ruthless, but what the young lord wanted to hear at the moment.

"..."

Adonis froze, and it clicked to him. 'Yeah, just because I was chosen as a King candidate, doesn't mean I'm highly valued. At most, compared to these two, I'm still just a pawn.'

"I'm sorry, forgive me rudeness." He said, lowering his head slightly. "And about your question, I have an initial idea of what my plan would be."

"Oh? Do tell. I'm listening."

"It's not complicated." Adonis said, clearing his table and laying down a large piece of parchment on it. He then began writing down words on it.

'I've always been thinking about being a king, but never acting like one. Miss Fiona has proven that this to me, first hand.' He thought to himself.

"Here, is a list of some of the auxiliary type classes that miss Fiona has researched. Unfortunately, she didnt have much time, so we'll just deal with this for now."

"In the meantime, sorry to ask this of you lady Nine, but would it be possible to obtain more information on this matter?" He turned to Ninth and inquired.

The young lady herself first thought about it for a while and subtly nodded her head. "It's possible. But, time. I need time." She softly added.

"No problem, you can spend however much time you desire. Thank you." He said, then focused back on the parchment and Sixth. "As for now, let's deal with these sixteen."

On the sides, Ninth blended into the darkness and vanished out of the room. 'He's finally gaining control of his situation... maybe senior isn't being too harsh on him?' She thought.

Meanwhile, the conversation continued between the two men.

"So far, the auxiliary classes we have are as follows; "Miller", "Blacksmiths", "Stonemason", "Weaver", "Minstrel", "Carpenter", "Watchman", "Shoemaker", "Baker", "Farmer", "Fisherman", "Barrister", "Candlemaker" and "Artists" for last."

"These are actually simple classes. There could be accounted for, by simply expanding the cities, where more job opportunities would spread out. Hence a higher chance for them to level up."

"Or by simple creating my domain. If I create it into a Stronghold like this one, a lot of people could move in, and start up another civilization there."

The young Adonis spoke with fervor, and Sixth, who stood up to watch him draw up on the parchment, nodded from time to time.

"I see your plan. But what of the unaccounted unique auxilary classes little missy fire head mentioned? Like the alchemists." He inquired, and Adonis responded.

"Oh, those? They will..."

The two man continued their conversation throughout the night, while getting closer to one another in terms of planning and management... in simple terms, work.

Well, Adonis got closer to Sixth, while Sixth still treated him relatively the same as before.

A prime example would be the next morning, when training was as gruesome and grueling as ever. No hands bared. No mercy spared.

Every sword swung was still as intimidating and pressurizing as a charging healthy bull. Every one of Sixth's movements were still illusory and silent.

And the baths of killing intent were never left out. In fact, they were the worst part of this whole training session.

KANG~

Adonis tried his best to defend himself, but the moment the two swords clashed, he was thrown away like a leaf within an autumn breeze.

"Ugh..!!" But due to having experienced this a million times by now, he instead used the gathered moment to roll backwards, and hurriedly got up on his feet.

"Good job." Sixth said, rushing over for yet another confrontation. And Adonis braced himself for more damage.

'I... really don't like this resource... sir Damien.' Thought Adonis in dejection. The training went on regardless of his feelings.

And at some point, he collapsed down due to extreme exhaustion. At the same time, today's training with Sixth was over.

"Not bad. Pick yourself up and continue by yourself. There's a new change of schedule from today onwards." Sixth said, snd added, "Everyday by evening, we'll have similar discussions to yesterday."

"...Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll be out if you need me." And with that, he vanished, leaving behind the almost breathless Adonis lying on the ground.

He then sat up, and briefly glanced at his hands. 'I've... changed.' He thought, as they looked quite bruised up, and no longer soft.

He began realizing changes to the current him, compared to two months ago, after yesterday's occurrence.

Back then, he always felt no change. But now that even the god prodigy himself saw some value in him, meant that all his efforts were paying up. 'And I'm still... growing.'

He looked up with a bright smile. I've did it. His eyes almost tearing up at all the hardwork and pain he'd that was resurfacing. I've become something.

'But... this is just the beginning. I've only had one day, and I still have plenty more. So...' He wiped away the tears on his face, and stood up. '...I'll perfect my plans during this given month.'

'I'll now start focusing on my people, and my goals in relation to them... After all–' He let out a bright smile, looking up at the morning sun, '–There's no king, without a kingdom.'

With that, he went down once more, and began on his own self training. First on the agenda, being a hundred push ups, his form strict and almost perfect.

He's done it for over sixty days after all. 'I'll become king, I swear. I'll reach the top, I swear. I'll become unique, I swear.' He chanted, his ambition growing with every sentence.

At some point, he even had a smile creep up on his face. A smile that dared the world to look down on him, a smile that shone of pure ambition.

'Mr Sixth, lady Nine, Alison, mother, big sister Adriana, father, and now sir Damien... I won't let any of you down. That... I promise!!'

And the young ambitious prince of the Adams household, started off his day with his ever rising ambition. One that showed no bounds of retreating.