Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1014:- Tears That Cannot Redeem

"I am going to start now." Rin gazed directly at Aditya with concern. She felt anxious for him. After nearly five and a half years, he would finally reunite with his parents.

"Don’t think too much. Do it!" His decision was set. He wasn’t the innocent, weak, exiled boy anymore. He ruled as the King of Dragons, Emperor of the empire called the Graveyard of Empires.

He had grown up. His mind was tough now. No longer did he cry like a naive child over small matters.

"Uncle and Alfred, wait outside please. Give us some privacy." Leo got it and nodded.

"Everyone, shut your eyes; that’s how Rin can draw you into the spiritual realm."

"Got it! I’ll do that. I’d like to meet your father too." Leo and Aditya’s dad didn’t get along well. Over the past decade, things worsened until the Celestial Dragon Empire cut off all aid and defense to the Dwarf Tribe.

A youthful man appearing in his twenties awoke in an unfamiliar spot. He checked his arms and body, then scanned the area in bewilderment.

For an instant, he seemed unaware of his own identity.

He stood on a tiny island amid a lake. Past the water stretched stunning mountains and lush forests. While observing, he spotted a magnificent floating island bearing a grand palace in the distant horizon.

"That place feels like a haven for Dragons." Being a Dragon himself, merely gazing at the floating island stirred a profound bond within him. Simultaneously, an intense yearning surged in his heart to reach it.

"Where am I?" He stayed put, simply watching his surroundings.

As clarity returned to his thoughts, reasoning sharpened.

"What is this location?" He attempted to stretch his senses outward, yet they failed to respond.

He silently examined everything around him for roughly 5 minutes until some realizations dawned.

"This has to be the spiritual realm. Or perhaps a masterfully crafted illusion." Deep down, though, he sensed it truly was the Spiritual Realm. He’d studied it before. A enigmatic domain, visited by scarce few. Even as Emperor, his knowledge remained limited, despite one prior visit centuries back.

"This is indeed the Spiritual Realm." Rin’s enchanting, melodic voice rang out.

That lovely sound brought even greater peace to him.

A faint smile crossed his lips as recognition hit. Rather than challenge it, he settled on the ground, resting against the massive oak tree at the island’s heart.

"In all the world, only the Goddess of Music possesses such a captivating voice. Is that you, Rin?"

"I didn’t think you’d identify me so quickly. It’s been ages, Father." Rin materialized 50 meters from the ex-Emperor.

"How long since our last meeting? You’ve grown even more beautiful."

"My son is truly fortunate to call you his wife." The word "son" unleashed a torrent of memories into his mind. Rin observed quietly as shock, denial, sorrow, rage twisted his features, leaving him utterly shattered in the end.

"My child!!!" His eyes reddened. Tears welled up, spilling down his cheeks.

"What have I done to my own child?" Visions of his harsh actions toward the boy resurfaced.

He recalled the innocent young Aditya clasping his fingers while strolling through the market together. Among his final cherished moments with his son.

"How could I inflict this on my child?" Each memory intensified his sobs. Tears flowed endlessly. Crushing guilt and despair devoured him from within.

"You banished him to the six continents yourself." Rin’s voice turned icy as she reminded him. She harbored intense resentment for this man’s exile of her beloved to the six continents. Aditya plummeted from Crown Prince of the mightiest empire to a starving beggar fighting for survival.

If she could, she’d make him pay for Aditya’s suffering. Though he rarely mentioned his pre-exile ordeals, Alfred uncovered the brutal humiliations of his final days. Thus, her grudge burned fierce against him and his wife. Not alone—everyone in the Dragon Palace despised them for his torment.

Recalling it all, his frame shuddered. Hands quaked. He sobbed like a little boy.

"My son!!!!"

"What good is crying now?" Rin questioned coldly. No pity stirred in her for him.

"Is he still alive?" Desperation laced his plea. He resembled no proud Emperor from her memories—just a man wrecked by sorrow, pride utterly gone.

Rin offered no answer. She simply faded from view.

He didn’t summon her back. Her quiet confirmed it: his son had perished somewhere in the Six Continents.

"Why the tears?" A enigmatic figure materialized behind him.

It was Aditya.

Alen Bainnith eyed the youth with matching long blue hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Who are you?"

"I am Ivan." Aditya sought no warm reunion. He wished he’d asked Rin to alter his looks, but too late now. Though his father’s childlike weeping softened a corner of his heart, these were the repercussions of his deeds. Aditya refused reconciliation.

"I requested Rin bring you to the Spiritual World for this talk." Yet Alen stayed silent, fixated on Aditya unblinking. The longer he looked, the more convinced: this was his son.

Like Alen, Aditya sported long blue hair and deep blue eyes. Fair skin too.

Aditya inherited his mother’s lips and nose.

"No....!!"

"You’re not Ivan."

"You’re Aditya." Aditya’s face remained steady. He met his father’s striking features calmly. A handsome man frozen in youth.

Cultivation preserved his vigor and allure.

Their faces mirrored closely. Alen’s bore maturity and a goatee. Same height. Chief distinction: his father bulkier, more muscled.

Aditya neither confirmed nor refuted.

"Son...!!!" Alen yearned to embrace him. But guilt paralyzed him from even reaching out.

He crumbled deeper.

"Times have changed." Aditya glanced at the distant Dragon Palace drifting nearer.

"After discarding me, I roamed Istarin Dynasty streets as a beggar scavenging for food and life."

Each word crushed Alen further. All his doing.

"I endured. Conquered despair and liquor dependency. Now I rule as Emperor of the grandest, mightiest empire across the Six Continents." Aditya rarely boasted of triumphs. Yet facing his banisher from the Celestial Dragon Empire, he couldn’t resist. He aimed to show his father self-made success sans support.

All on his own. No longer did he crave the Celestial Dragon Empire; it craved him.

Power had shifted.

Time wielded the might to reverse all fortunes.

Merely five and a half years prior, humiliation and exile defined Aditya. His path bleak, survival his sole battle—no room for vengeance or return. Now, the empire required his salvation.

"Son, can you believe that for the past 7 years, I wasn’t in command of my actions?" Alen’s sudden revelation halted Aditya cold.

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