NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 310. Grandfather’s Last Words
Inside a sleek, black Rolls Royce cruising down the highway, Oliver, attired in a tailored black suit, held his smartphone, his gaze fixed upon the screen.
The device displayed a video of his grandfather's final words.
Oliver found it hard to accept his grandfather's sudden passing. Though aware of his declining health and imminent death, he hadn't anticipated it would occur merely a week after his own departure to the island.
The fact that his three-month stay on the island preceded this event only fueled his frustration. A wave of anger washed over him as he blamed himself for not being present to support his mother during her grief.
Indeed, Oliver's primary distress wasn't the loss of his grandfather, but his absence from his mother's side when she lost her father. She needed him then, yet he was miles away, completely unaware of the unfolding events.
He felt utterly inadequate, a failure for not being there for his mother in her hour of need.
"Even in death, Grandfather remains utterly selfish," Oliver muttered, clicking his tongue in irritation.
After a period of regaining his composure, he resumed the video of his grandfather's last message.
"Oliver. If you are watching this now, it means... it means I have passed on," the old man rasped from a hospital bed, his words weak and strained, the omnipresent beeping of medical equipment underscoring the fragility of his life.
He paused, drawing a breath before continuing.
"I realize you might resent me for sending you to that island. And I know you likely have much to say to me. However, such opportunities are now gone, for by the time you hear this, I will no longer be among the living. Hahaha... so curse me all you wish, yell at me to your heart's content, and harbor all the hatred you desire... Hahaha."
Oliver halted the playback, scoffing, "What a damn scoundrel. He had no right to speak like that."
He then reactivated the video.
"Listen... You are young and prone to a perverted nature, but I also recognize your potential as my successor," the grandfather declared, his voice carrying a weary yet firm conviction.
"This is because... because you possess the very bloodline of this family... hahaha... it's both a blessing and a burden, but it's a power that will lead you to great heights. And you, Oliver... You will become the perfect man, no... the ultimate man. With the experiences you gather, you will be capable of ruling the empire I established, using that striking face and your inherent power."
"My aspiration is for you to become a world dominator, a being of absolute authority. Without it, regardless of your intellect or your dedication to study and learning, true success will elude you. To attain absolute power, Oliver... to command the empire I bequeath to you... you must undertake actions others shy away from. It will be arduous... it will be brutal... it will be unsightly. And I do not expect you to find joy in it, but such is the nature of this world."
A dry chuckle escaped Oliver as he shook his head. "Grandfather, you are truly a man of eccentricities, an insane soul... but if becoming a monster is necessary to protect those I cherish, then so be it... I shall become the most formidable man in existence for their sake."
"Ah... and one final instruction, Oliver..." the old man whispered, his final breath exhaling as a serene smile graced his lips. "Embrace your... carnal desires, my grandson... and father countless... countless offspring..."
The video concluded.
Oliver remained transfixed on the screen, his grandfather's parting words echoing in his mind. "Embrace my carnal desires and father countless offspring?"
After his recent ordeal, the statement struck him as utter absurdity.
While he had previously enjoyed extramarital relationships and the exploration of his own desires through such encounters, he now questioned if he was even the same Oliver who had left for the island.
A profound darkness had settled within his heart, and his mind had grown a starker shade of cold. His perception of himself had undergone a radical transformation.
His emotions had become blunted, and even past pleasures now felt hollow and meaningless.
"No... This cannot be right," Oliver declared, shaking his head. "This is not how it should be..."
His hand clenched into a tight fist. "I will not permit myself to devolve into that kind of man... I refuse to become such a person... I will not transform into a heartless wretch like him. If I do, I will cease to be myself."
Despite his strong words, Oliver couldn't suppress a sense of internal conflict. The stark reality was that he had already begun to adopt a cold-hearted demeanor. He had taken lives without hesitation for his own survival, his sense of morality seemingly eradicated. The world appeared to him now as shades of grey.
That was the kind of person he had evolved into. It was glaringly apparent. Still, even with the obvious truth, he found he couldn't accept it. And because of this internal struggle, he yearned to prove himself. He desperately wanted to demonstrate that he remained the Oliver who reveled in the world's colors and its many pleasures. Yes, he harbored a desire to safeguard everyone dear to him. However, this did not necessitate becoming a cold, unfeeling individual. Such a path would ultimately inflict pain upon them. They would find themselves unable to connect with him if he were to transform into a cruel and monstrous figure. Resentment would fester, leading to his loss of all he held precious. Therefore, there was absolutely no scenario where he would consent to such a fate for himself. Absolutely not. This conviction fueled his need to prove it; no, he *would* prove that he hadn't changed. He hadn't entirely succumbed to becoming a heartless wretch. He hadn't lost his true self. "Follow my unconventional path and birth many children," Oliver grinned. "I shall, Grandfather. I will savor this world to its absolute peak, until my very last breath."