239 Hidden Goal (1/2)

While Konrad's sword hanged above Marduk's torso, the hologram of a thirteen years old girl with mid-long golden curls appeared beside him. Dressed in a simple white robe, that girl looked like a perfectly carved doll that would undoubtedly grow into a riveting beauty.

But right now, rancor and indignation twisted her otherwise flawless face.

”Oh? So, you're really just a brat?”

Konrad rhetorically asked while rubbing his beardless chin with his free hand.

”Since when did you know?”

The system's soul asked, her wronged look unchanged.

”I didn't, actually. I had several hypotheses which all revolved around your little family. As a matter of fact, only when your outrage began did I veto the possibility of you being the Infernal Founder.

After all, though I do not know him, such a tyrannical man would not lose his demeanor for his corpse. Perhaps he would for his woman's and children's, but certainly not for himself.”

Konrad replied while pulling the sword away from Marduk's torso. Holding it within his right hand, he turned toward the system's soul, stopping a foot away from it.

With his height now reaching 1.9 meters, before this 1.58 meters tall lass, Konrad stood like a giant.

”Greetings, brat. Shouldn't you properly introduce yourself?”

”My name is Selene, one of the nephilim twins, Marduk is my father, and you are an intolerable bully!”

Selene spat, her words broadening Konrad's smile.

”Manners, manners. Didn't your parent teach you that you should be po-…ok, low blow, even for me.”

Those words turned Selene's frown into a severe glower. Ignoring it, Konrad pursued.

”If you want me to spare your father's corpse the fate of turning into meat for my hounds, you must cooperate.

First, I'm curious as to how and why you found yourself in the system. Second, where or who does it truly hail from?”

Konrad inquired, and hearing this Selene's glower made way for resentment and sorrow.

”You already know my parents' story. Following my grandfather, the Great Primal Ancestor's sacrifice, they were exiled on this world to spread the faith. Meanwhile, the Celestial and Infernal Realms each kept one of the twins.

My brother fell into the Overlord's house's hands while I fell into the Warden's. For thirteen years, they conducted horrible experiments on us, trying to figure out the origin of nephilims' ability to overlap bloodlines into a brand-new, several times mightier whole.

But to no avail…”

Selene began, her words reminding Konrad of the fate that awaited him on Earth.

”Though for those Gods, thirteen years were no different than one day, they realized that they pursued a fool's errand, and could never uncover the secret. Therefore, they killed us.

Initially, they planned to destroy us in body and soul…as it was customary for nephilims. However, our souls were saved by a foreign entity, the True System Owner.

He told us that he'd also saved our grandfather, the Great Primal Ancestor, and sent him into reincarnation. However, he needed one of us to become his system's soul and follow grandfather on his new cultivation road.”

Hearing this, Konrad's eyes contorted into a frown.

”Only a nephilims' soul can power the system?”

”Yes!”

Selene replied, then carried on.

”My brother volunteered. And became the system's nucleus, following grandfather on his new cultivation path till he finally completed all the quests and became the Happiness God.”