The Extra Wants Control

Chapter 111 - 111: Our descendant?

A swirling vortex of white and black light engulfed Neveah, pulling him into a strange, ethereal space. Two figures materialized before him, their forms solidifying from the swirling chaos. One man, with flowing white hair that contrasted sharply with his deep red eyes, wore pristine white robes that shimmered with an otherworldly light.

The other, starkly different, possessed long, raven black hair that cascaded down his broad shoulders. He was shirtless, clad only in a loose pair of black pants. Both men stared at Neveah with confusion and amusement.

"This is awkward..." the white-haired man muttered, breaking the silence. His voice resonated with a deep, rumbling power.

"How is he both of our descendant?" the black-haired man countered, his voice edged with a hint of annoyance.

"That's what I want to know," the white-haired man echoed, his brow furrowed in concern. "And this is bad. He isn't even 7 Star."

The black-haired man snorted. "That's not all. He isn't even using mana. I think those women had a hand in this. And he somehow got a hold of the energy I taught my daughter to use..."

" I have a theory, either our families married and birthed him or he was human and turned into a vampire... As for your energy I Kno your daughter taught him..."

A frustrated sigh escaped the white-haired man. "You know this is weird, right? By the time I had my first grandchild, you hadn't even met your wife, let alone had a daughter. And seeing the concentration of blood in this kid, he might even be your grandson, but for me, he's like a great-great-great-great..."

"I get it," the black-haired man interrupted, his patience wearing thin. "But in a way, it's somehow good that he's both our descendant. This way, it's easier. Now shall we deal with the matter at hand? We don't have much time. We only placed a sliver of our energy in those tokens..."

He trailed off, his crimson eyes fixing on Neveah, who remained unaware of the conversation unfolding before him, he didn't hear a thing for him these beings were just looking at him and that made him uncomfortable.

Neveah blinked, disoriented, as the figures shifted and shimmered. They were starting to fade, a sense of urgency crackling in the air.

"So..." the white-haired man started, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation, "how did you get the letter and the journal? Did you go to the cemetery trial? But you are so weak... Hmmm I don't think you even got to 6 star before you were stripped of your strength... "

He trailed off, casting a critical eye over Neveah. The black-haired man, who seemed to be uninterested at the kid, perked up his ear to also hear from the kid.

"A blue dragon teleported me and a couple of others to a maze tomb trial," Neveah explained as summarized as possible and he did it automatically as if he was compelled to it, this situation reminded him of the 'pleasant' time he had with the Goddesses and how powerless he was, just going with the flow amd he hated it.

The black-haired man snorted. "That lizard bastard got impatient," he muttered angrily, rolling his eyes. "And knowing him, he probably hijacked a forming tomb... This is why I didn't want him as the cemetery guardian look at the stunts he is pulling, he might get 'their' attention." He paused, his gaze flicking back to Neveah.

"Well since this kid was a participant in the trial and had traces of our bloodlines, he got the tokens. Although it's too early..."

" Too early? I don't think so can you not feel it, the traces of divine energies in this world some are concentrated in certain individuals... Those women are active. I could

Verona exchanged a glance with Valeriana, a flicker of something passing between them. It was a moment of silent communication, a shared understanding that left Neveah feeling more lost than ever before.

"There's… a lot to explain," Valeriana finally said, her voice low and steady. "Things you might not be prepared for."

"Okay."