Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1042:- Driven By Pure Hatred

"We finally meet," Aditya stated with a grin.

"I didn't anticipate you would bring Grandpa Boris along when you mentioned a surprise that could tip the scales in this civil war," Freya remarked. With Boris aligned with them, Aditya could secure considerably more backing for the ongoing civil conflict.

"The expedition to the Dragon Mountain Range must have been fraught with peril." Freya herself had never dared to venture into the Dragon Mountain Range. Yet, Aditya had journeyed there and managed to bring Boris back during this critical juncture. This feat alone underscored Aditya's immense capabilities.

"Not particularly," Aditya replied, deciding to elaborate on the details at a later time.

"Grandpa, these are my fiancées," Aditya introduced.

"This is the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena."

"Laura is her other half." Harrington was aware that the Goddess of Wisdom possessed the ability to split her soul into two distinct entities. However, witnessing it firsthand was a novel experience for him, leaving him deeply impressed. While both women bore a resemblance to each other, there were few other similarities. Typically, even twins shared a similar aura, but here, despite their shared origin from a single soul, their auras were discernibly different.

Had it not been for Aditya's affirmation, Harrington might have doubted their profound connection.

"And this is the Goddess of Music, Rin."

"Hello Grandpa!!"

The instant her sweet and melodious voice resonated with those gathered outside the Mansion to observe Aditya's arrival, they were all immediately convinced. This voice could only belong to the Goddess of Music.

No other being could possess such an enchanting voice.

Her voice was gentle, smooth, and exceptionally pleasing to the ear. Moreover, it contained a subtle power that transcended mere sound, seeming to touch the very essence of their souls, pacifying their thoughts and alleviating the tension within their hearts.

"I will provide a full explanation shortly. For now, I believe it would be discourteous to keep our allies and adversaries waiting," Aditya stated. Hearing his confident declaration, Harrington and Boris exchanged glances before breaking into smiles. Both seasoned individuals appreciated Aditya's unwavering self-assurance, recognizing it as genuine rather than feigned.

'Why do I feel so apprehensive?' Laura conveyed her unease to Athena via their mental link.

'You needn't worry. With Boris and Harrington present, no one would dare to act rashily.'

'I suppose that is true,' Laura conceded, though a residual trace of nervousness lingered.

Meanwhile, Duke Cassian and Duke Ferdinand remained frozen in astonishment, comprehending that the exiled Crown Prince had not only returned with the venerable Emperor Boris but also with two Goddesses.

'With Freya present, there are now three Goddesses in one location.' To them, such a confluence was extraordinarily rare, an event beyond even their wildest dreams. Yet, it was unfolding before their eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, what they found astonishing was a commonplace occurrence for Aditya. At one point, he had been accompanied by six of the Seven Goddesses.

The moment Aditya entered the hall, every eye within the chamber fixed upon him.

Following closely behind him were the three Goddesses. Boris and Harrington walked in their wake, preferring the younger generation to command the spotlight. Both elders maintained a vigilant posture, prepared to intervene should anyone foolishly provoke Aditya or any of the Goddesses, thereby necessitating their decisive action.

Hundreds of gazes scrutinized him, attempting to discern the person he had become after nearly six years of exile.

Aditya prior to his exile would have averted his gaze, lacking the requisite courage befitting the Crown Prince of the Celestial Dragon Empire. He was then naive and hesitant.

However, the Aditya standing before them was transformed. He had experienced the full spectrum of life and ascended to his current standing not through the influence of his elders or his former status as the exiled prince.

He took immense pride in his achievements, having attained them entirely through his own efforts.

Now, after almost six years, he had evolved into such a significant figure that numerous Dukes of the Celestial Dragon Empire were inclined to champion his cause, even without having personally met him.

At this juncture, Aditya recognized that there was no longer a need for him to maintain a low profile. He made no effort to conceal his divine dragon bloodline.

He also did not hide his mid-fifth-order cultivation, a level he had attained within the Pocket Dimension.

Indeed, as he confronted the icy and hostile stares of numerous Dukes, including the sect leaders of two cultivation sects, the shape, size, and color of his pupils underwent a transformation, shifting into vertical red slits.

'Is that Divine Dragon Blood I detect within him?' Renji was the first to recognize the presence of this potent lineage.

However, he was not alone in his perception.

Many seasoned Dukes sensed the nature of Aditya's blood. After confirming their suspicions through a few additional moments of observation, they all displayed expressions of profound shock and surprise.

'Divine Dragon Blood's Awakening: Has it truly been so long since a Royal Family member manifested such a phenomenon?' The assembled Dukes found themselves unable to recall any predecessor who had achieved this feat.

This marked Aditya as a singular figure within the Royal bloodline, the very first of his kind in recorded history.

Concurrently, the Dragons present within the hall experienced an overwhelming compulsion to prostrate themselves before the Dragon Monarch. The title itself seemed to materialize spontaneously in their minds, and their bodies' instinctive reactions to Aditya’s awakened Divine Dragon Blood confirmed his supreme status.

Even Ren, observing Aditya, felt this powerful urge to bow. However, he fought against it with every fiber of his being. He was already aware that his cousin had somehow awakened the Divine Dragon Blood and claimed the title of Dragon Monarch. But did this newfound status obligate him to kneel before his sworn enemy?

He would sooner embrace death than bow to Aditya.

The root of Ren's descent into such abhorrent actions lay in his insatiable thirst for power.

How could a man who would commit any atrocity to safeguard his position and influence possibly submit to his instincts and kneel before the very individual he considered his ultimate adversary?

There was one present who made no effort to conceal his profound animosity and deep-seated hatred for Aditya. This individual was Victor.

The instant Victor learned of the possibility of Aditya's attendance at the funeral, he compelled Sophia to accompany him.

How could he possibly stay away?

His yearning for vengeance intensified with each passing day.

Aditya was undeniably the architect of his brother's demise. Now, providence had seemingly presented him with a golden opportunity to exact his retribution. He had no intention of squandering this precious chance to eliminate Aditya.

As Aditya moved, he sensed something amiss. Glancing to his side, he noticed a man standing beside a comely woman.

'Why is he staring at me with such intensity?' For a fleeting moment, Aditya was perplexed.

'Members of the Night Rider Sect!!' And judging by their presence, it appeared the Night Rider Sect stood in allegiance with the Emperor.

Aditya harbored a history with the Night Rider Sect. He had decimated nearly every disciple they had dispatched to recruit him. The primary catalyst for these actions was his profound aversion to their overbearing arrogance, a trait as towering as the world's loftiest peaks.

'But why does this man exhibit a greater degree of hatred than even the Sect Leader?' From Alfred, Aditya had received a thorough description of the Night Rider Sect Leader's appearance.

Yet, Aditya remained unfazed. He was burdened with too many adversaries to possibly dwell on each one individually. Furthermore, this was hardly the opportune moment to ascertain the identity of the specific Night Rider Sect disciple harboring animosity towards him.

'With Boris and Harrington flanking him, I won't have any opening to act. But for now, I shall bide my time.'

'Aditya, I shall spare your life for the present.' However, his blood **burned** with suppressed fury. He was barely containing his killing intent. In his rage, he clenched his fists so powerfully that his fingernails gouged into his palms, drawing blood.

'Aditya, I have endured this torment for over a year.'

'Dispatching you, Aditya, is a simple matter. I shall compel you to experience the same agonizing pain that festers within me.' His gaze then drifted towards the three women accompanying him. Since he had taken his own brother's life, it would only be fitting, in his twisted view, to claim the lives of these three women, thereby forcing Aditya to endure the same suffering he himself was experiencing.

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