Genus Academy’s Main Campus…

As Duke Luther D’Arcy brought the students away, he didn’t immediately bring them to their dorms since most of them were hurt, with scratches and bruises here and there. To keep them safe, he could only teleport a set distance away. 𝒆𝙣𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙚𝙩

Amber Dawn panicked seeing that only her elder brother and friends were there, “Mom? Where is Mom!? Was she left behind?”

“Calm down, Princess Amber. Your mother and her people should be okay. The headmaster cannot let them leave until they receive their punishments but the world would definitely protect them.” Luther D’Arcy said.

A man’s figure dropped from over their heads. It was Randall Ruid who arrived ahead of Duke Luther. Conri Lycaon was taken aback by his unexpected appearance. Being the Young Werewolf King of the Fenrir Tribe, this man was supposed to be his subordinate as well; but, this man elected his two younger brothers to follow him instead while he remains unfettered.

Conri Lycaon mumbles, “Randall Ruid.”

Randall Ruid was smiling as he appeared before the duke who was looking at him emotionlessly, “Darling~” He even ignored his Tribe’s young king who was also before his face.

“Who the hell is your darling? Lord Fenrir says to stay here in this academy and teach the students with me.” Luther D’Arcy said while his eyes had a hint of blaming expression for watching him get besieged and not helping him.

If Randall Ruid cannot recognize his lover’s hidden emotions in his eyes in that expressionless face, he wouldn’t be Randall Ruid.

“Darling, I…”

BOOOM!

There was a loud sound of something hitting a hard surface. The commotion had drawn everyone’s attention, and they even observed trees falling from the direction of the gymnasium. They also noticed a large dark figure not far away. Those with sharp eyes could see that the shadow was actually a massive wolf with black fur.

Amber Dawn exclaims, “What is that!? It’s too big!”

“Is that a werewolf!? Why is it larger than the others!?” Esther Dawn mumbles.

Asher Light added, “Is that really a werewolf? What color of fur does it have? Is it black?”

Conri Lycaon was so shocked that he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Impossible! Is that… Foster Father?” He suddenly turned into his beat form and ran back towards the gymnasium.

Asher Light and the other children tried to stop him from leaving but it was too late to even grab Conri Lycaon’s fur. They can only watch him run back to where they just came from.

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Back to the ruined gymnasium…

“A-A-Ancestor…” Call Elder Vanu. “How… How can you still be… alive? The funeral…”

The unexpected appearance of Fenrir Skoll terrified Elder Vanu and the rest of the Fenrir Tribe. They were gazing at their Werewolf Ancestor as though to see whether they were seeing things. After all, they had all attended his burial a few months before.

Fenrir Skoll was no longer the same person who was nice and caring to his own race. This man, who has been replaced by Ye Xiajie, exclusively cares about his wife and family while caring for friends and subordinates. Older Vanu of the same race was mostly disregarded.

“Baby, Are you alright?” Fenrir Skoll asked worriedly.

Cassius Ambrosia who had no way to stop this mutt from calling him ‘baby’ had no choice but to give up. He chose to ignore the nickname he was being called.

“You are worrying for nothing.” Cassius Ambrosia said.

Fenrir Skoll said, “I will be worried even if there is nothing.” A gentle smile that is only for Cassius appeared on the Werewolf Ancestor’s lips.

Everyone in the region was stunned as they saw the pink world between the Progenitor of Blood and the Werewolf Ancestor. Who are these two people? They are two of the three most powerful individuals, along with the Founder of the Templar Temple. Looking at all three ancestors, one of them appears depressed because he is the only one without a companion.

“Oh, this dog food is too sweet! But yet… It’s too much!” murmured Keylan Light as the other two ignored his presence.

When the others were still stunned, Elder Vanu attempted to flee on his own. Without a doubt! His actions were detected by the three Ancestors. Since Fenrir Skoll is the Ancestor of the Fenrir Tribe, Keylan Light and Cassius Ambrosia chose to leave the rest to him.

“Ahah~ he is running~” Keylan Light commented.

Fenrir Skoll’s cold voice echoes in the area, “Where do you think you are going?”

As the older heard his ancestor’s query, he attempted to flee, but the former cubs he had experimented with had bit his leg, keeping him from fleeing. As Fenrir Skoll struck them with his paws, he cast a few healing spells to heal their wounds and purify their bodies. It took some time for these cubs to eliminate the toxins in their bodies, and the process was painful. That’s why they didn’t get up when Fenrir Skoll struck them.

It wasn’t until they saw who was to blame for their appearance that they pursued Elder Vanu and stopped him from escaping.

Grrrr…. Wooof! Roooff~ grr….

“Let go! You stupid brats!!” Elder Vanu tried to hit the cubs but they didn’t let go of him at all.

“Unrepentant!”

BAAAM!!

Fenrir Skoll murmured this as he crushed Elder Vanu to the ground with his paw. A crater emerged beneath the senior, who instantly suffered internal damage as a result of one attack. The cubs flee to the side as their ancestor’s massive paw descends from above.

The force of Fenrir Skoll’s paw severely damaged Elder Vanu, breaking both of his legs. He stares bravely at his ancestor and begins to utter things that no one expected.

“Why the hell are you still alive? You are dead. You ate the poison I painstakingly secretly gave you for years. Wasn’t that Vampire Lord beside you the one who killed you!? How come you are standing by his side like that!? It seems you are a traitor. You betrayed our whole race.”

Elder Vanu realized he had said something inappropriate only after he had finished speaking. After all, no one knew the Werewolf Ancestor perished as a result of poisoning and that he was the cause of it. Elder Vilkas and the other elders came just in time to hear these comments. They were so taken aback that they couldn’t believe what the youngest among them had just stated.

Elder Vilkas yells, “How did you know that the Ancestor is poisoned? You… You are the one who poisoned him!!”

“Vanu what the hell have you done!?” Elder Valla exclaimed.

Elder Vanu retorted, “What are you scolding for!? He is not even dead!”

“Who told you that your ancestor is not dead?” Fenrir Skoll said with a smirk. Everyone was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

Elder Vilkas felt terrible in his mind, he felt he was about to hear something unbelievable. “B-But Supreme Lord, aren’t you… aren’t you alive?”

“This body is alive. The soul is no more. The original Fenrir Skoll died under poisoning that night. It was just that he had too many regrets and begged the heavens to fulfill his wishes. Thus, I was called. That’s all. By the way, your ancestor had been queuing for reincarnation. You should be seeing him soon.” Fenrir Skoll said.

He is an existence controlled by the world. The divine rules are unable to entirely restrain him. They can use the borrowed vessel to limit his original strength. That is why he is capable of expressing things that no one else is capable of saying.

Apart from Keylan Light, who was instructed by the Heavenly Laws, and Cassius Ambrosia, who can discern the difference between souls, his comments astonished and perplexed everyone. Several Fenrir Tribe werewolves were astonished, notably Conri Lycaon, who overheard these remarks as soon as he arrived. When standing by the Progenitor of Blood, Fenrir Skoll reverted to his human form. They appear to be inseparable and harmonious.

Elder Vilkas and the rest of the Fenrir Tribe’s Elders gaze at Fenrir Skoll. The man in front of him had the exact same characteristics and face as their former Supreme Lord. However, unlike the previous Lord, this man radiated not just majesty but also loftiness. They are unable to detect the bloodline tie emanating from this individual. As though the old Lord’s entire bloodline had been wiped off. They couldn’t look at him for a long time since their souls warned them to avoid him.

“Are you not really the Lord?” Elder Vilkas said.

Fenrir Skoll raised an eyebrow and looked at them with disdain. “You are too weak to serve this Deity.”

As those crimson eyes, which were completely different from their Supreme Lord’s original gold irises, landed on them, they felt his apathy to life. They didn’t seem to belong in his range of sight. Keylan Light, who understood the identity of the soul within Fenrir Skoll’s body, concurred with the man’s comments. The Heavenly Laws would always advise him not to offend this pair since they appear to be from a much stronger world than theirs.

“He isn’t lying. He is even stronger than I am and I am already the God of this world.” Keylan Light said.

Fenrir Skoll said, “You are not yet a complete God. Just a Demigod at most. If you are a real one then… this world wouldn’t be able to prevent you from leaving at all.”

“Eh… Really? I don’t want to leave though.” Keylan Light said.

Fenrir Skoll retorted, “Then just stay as you are.”

Fenrir Skoll observed Conri Lycaon, who had just arrived and was staring at him in bewilderment. Inside their green eyes is concealed fury and hatred. Yet such feelings were nothing to a God like Fenrir Skoll; why should a Sovereign Ruler like him care what an ant thinks? He could, however, recollect the wishes of the body’s original owner.

“You… Student Conri Lycaon. Come over, there is something your foster father had left behind for you. I was waiting for you to recognize this vessel before giving it away. After all, you aren’t the only monarch candidate that exists with the bloodline of the Fenrir.” Fenrir Skoll said.

Everyone in the Fenrir Tribe was taken aback. This is the first time they’ve heard that someone out there has the Fenrir lineage as their Supreme Lord, and they’re startled that Conri Lycaon has the same bloodline.

Elder Villa said, “My Lor… I mean Sire, the Young Monarch King is not the biological son of the Supreme Lord. How can he have the same bloodline of a pureblood Fenrir?”

“Is it that surprising? Bloodlines can be transferred after all. How do you know that a mere poison is capable of killing a Fenrir Bloodline like your Werewolf Ancestor? Isn’t it because he was transferring his bloodline to this brat slowly, little by little. An existence with a stripped bloodline can only be equated to an ordinary being. He didn’t expect to die from poison that died either and failed to pass his complete Bloodline to this brat,” explained Fenrir Skoll.

Conri Lycaon grabbed Fenrir Skoll’s sleeve like he always has and asked, “Are you really not my Father?”

“This vessel is your father’s but… His soul is already on his way to reincarnation.” Fenrir Skoll said.

Conri Lycaon said, “Is it not possible for father to return to this body?”

“No. Once a soul dies it would detached itself from its vessel cutting all connection to the world of the living. Unless a new body is prepared he can only wait to be reborn.” Fenrir Skoll said and whispered a few more sentences only the lad could hear. “It is the same case as your Luna.”

Conri Lycaon looked at this man with his father’s face and was dazed. The moment Amber Dawn was mentioned, he recalled and immediately understood what this person was saying.

Fenrir Skoll said, “Either way… It’s not bad to give you the rest of your father’s bloodline. But right now isn’t the right time. I still have work to do. Go back to your friends.” With a wave of his hand, Conri Lycaon was teleported back to the Main Campus where the others were.