Chapter 1030: Chapter 1017: Can My Problem Be Solved? Chapter 1030: Chapter 1017: Can My Problem Be Solved? “What did you say?” On hearing Muria’s words, the delinquent youth suddenly became furious. He knew that his frequent misuse of his father’s name to cause trouble had made many look down on him at heart.

But so far, it was the first time he had encountered someone who dared to say such things to his face, too arrogant. It was simply disrespectful… no, wrong, it was sheer disregard for his father.

“I said you are a waste, is there a problem?” Muria’s calm gaze fell on the delinquent youth, and this seemingly ordinary look made the youth unwillingly take a step back.

Because when he met Muria’s gaze, he felt a pressure from a higher order of life that made him want to kneel.

“A body not even twenty years old, yet no different from a forty-year-old past his prime, on the decline.” Muria’s indifferent eyes rested on the delinquent, feeling no emotional fluctuation in his heart. Such trash was not worthy of stirring any emotion in him,
“I can imagine how many disgusting things you’ve done, taking advantage of your father’s power. Honestly, as the legitimate son of a Douglas family governing elder, to reduce yourself to this extent, you can be considered talented.”

“Of course, I do admire you. Elder Abilos, to have birthed such a waste must be quite the headache for you. To this extent, you actually still try to save him.”

Muria’s gaze fell on an Elder standing by, whose face was now darkened with anger, “He’s beyond saving, give it up. Go have another child, and just throw this one out, less vexed to see it.”

“You, I, I…” The delinquent youth opened his mouth to argue but found he did not have a single suitable reason to refute him, lacking the confidence to do so.

He knew the condition of his body too well; just as the one called the most talented Martial Supreme of the federation said, his body had been hollowed out by years of indulgence.

“Dad, he insulted me.” The delinquent’s face changed several times in quick succession, and finally, he looked at Abilos beside him, seeking help from his father who had doted on him in the past.

“Worthless trash.” Seeing his son’s behavior, Abilos instantly became enraged and kicked him in the abdomen.

Thump!

The delinquent was sent sprawling to the ground by that kick from his father, sliding several meters on his buttocks before hitting the wall, wincing with pain—his body was too weak.

“Dad, you hit me?” The delinquent looked up incredulously at his birth father, his face a mix of confusion, anger, and a hint of resentment.

“Jelos, sorry to embarrass you.” Abilos, facing his son’s resentment, chose to ignore it as if he hadn’t seen it at all. He was feeling somewhat weary; he didn’t want to keep such trash around anymore.

“No problem, it’s quite normal. With such a large human population, it’s normal for some wastes to emerge. It’s just bad luck that you happened to have one.” Muria comforted the middle-aged man whose emotions seemed on the brink of collapse. Honestly, anyone would struggle to deal with such a worthless son.

Especially as an elder of a top-tier family, he held resources beyond the imagination of an ordinary family yet had raised someone even worse than the average person, a social scum. Such a vast contrast can easily break one’s mindset.

“Dad…” The delinquent, now completely disregarded by his father, also felt his mindset crumbling. Although Abilos had previously shown some dissatisfaction with him, he had never treated him with such disregard.

“It’s all because of you,” said the delinquent, noticing the turn of events had gone beyond his expectation and might drastically change his future life trajectory, he became alarmed and fearful. But when fear and panic reached the extreme, it turned into genuine anger.

“What Martial Supreme bullshit; I’ll kill you.” The delinquent, overwhelmed by fury, pulled out a high-tech-looking pistol from his bosom and aimed it at Muria.

Pu-chi!

But before the delinquent could pull the trigger, an incredibly sharp tail pierced through his abdomen, lifting him off the ground, with drops of scarlet blood falling from the tail that had penetrated his body.

“Ah—” The delinquent youth groaned in pain. Although the strike didn’t hit any vital parts of his body, it left him severely injured and on the verge of death.

“Dad, save me!” The delinquent, sensing his life force rapidly slipping away, cried out to his father for help.

“What is this…” The sudden turn of events also stunned Elder Abilos, who had been conversing with Muria.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s a pet I keep. Every time I travel, there are always one or two of them that consciously follow me, acting as my guard,” explained Muria with a smile.

“I see.” Abilos, whose face had shown a flicker of panic but quickly suppressed it, recognized the explanation. He remembered some information about Jelos mentioning this. His tension eased.

But his annoyance, along with a hint of embarrassment, quickly became apparent. He looked at his son, suspended in mid-air, then at the firearms at his feet, and finally at Muria.

“Jelos, you see…”

“Is this really your own son? Was there some problem with his head when he was born?” Muria, looking at the scene before him, also wore an amused expression as he addressed the elder.

His current strength was enough to converse on equal terms with the Clan’s elders, so he didn’t need to consider others’ thoughts and could say whatever he wanted.

Moreover, the current situation was that this elder was begging him, so he had even less need to be considerate or second-guess the elder’s mindset. On the contrary, now was the time for the elder to try to figure out his thoughts.

“Jelos, I apologize on his behalf for the offense just now. It’s my failure in discipline.”

“No, you don’t need to apologize. This guy is simply too stupid, and it’s incurable,” Muria replied.

“This is my son, and for his mistakes, I must bear part of the responsibility.”

“Well, you’re a Clan elder, busy with myriad affairs every day. Not having the time to discipline your own offspring is quite normal. I can understand that,” Muria said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Could you let him down? No matter how unworthy he is, he is still my son.”

“Only a father has the right to punish his own son, I get that,” said Muria as he raised his hand and lightly beckoned. The Nine-tailed Giant Lizard that had been sneakily following him quietly into the private room then released the son.

“Thank you.” Seeing Muria being so understanding, Abilos gratefully thanked him.

“Dad!” Meanwhile, the thug who had been dropped onto the floor by the giant lizard was desperately moving backward, his face filled with panic as he tried to get away from the massive Monster that seemed it could swallow him whole with just a bow of its head.

“Get out!” Abilos shouted angrily upon seeing his son in such a disgraceful state.

Two formally dressed bodyguards quickly came in, lifted the thug who had collapsed in shock due to the large hole in his abdomen and the extensive loss of blood, and carried him out.

“Really, I’m sorry for making you witness such a farce,” Abilos said apologetically to Muria after the room had quieted down again, bowing slightly with a smile.

“To this extent, yet you haven’t fathered another, is there a problem with your body?” Muria eyed the sturdy-looking middle-aged man before him.

“…” Abilos pursed his lips and did not reply.

“Qi derived from Martial Arts practice is another form of life force, so often it can have some truly miraculous effects, capable of healing certain congenital bodily injuries. Issues that modern medical technology cannot address might well be solved by finding a powerful Martial Artist.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes suddenly lit up upon hearing Muria’s words, “Are you serious?”

“It seems you do indeed have a lingering issue. However, since I’m not clear on your specific situation, I won’t make you any guarantees. Let’s first discuss your problem in detail,” Muria said.

“This is the thing. Years ago, I was ordered by the Clan to go to the border of the Flash Silver Empire to fight against a fallen breed, and during the battle…”

Soon, Muria learned from this elder about a young man full of ambition who tragically lost his fertility due to an injury sustained in battle.

“Can you see if my problem is solvable?”

“It is possible,” Muria deliberated for a moment and then nodded affirmatively.

“That’s great! If you can solve this problem for me, I’ll agree to any conditions within my capabilities,” the elder said generously, relieved that a problem that had been troubling him for most of his life could be resolved.

“Then I won’t be shy,” Muria raised his eyebrows, “I’ve been needing a batch of very precious Resources recently. When I get back, I’ll send you a list. You can help me collect the Materials on it.”

“No problem,” Abilos agreed promptly, elated that his long-standing issue could be solved.

After reaching an agreement with Elder Abilos, the banquet came to an end, leaving both hosts and guests content. Both parties expressed great satisfaction because they got what they wanted.

Following the banquet, interestingly, the details of the event spread for some unexplained reason. Consequently, numerous elders, bringing their nephews or for various other reasons, began to invite Muria out for meals.

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