Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 717: The Fourth Entry II

[The Book of The Apocalypse]

[Entry Four]

Hello, Jason.

It seems like ages have passed since I last penned one of these entries. I'm not even sure if these words are reaching you in time or if I'm just chronicling events you've already endured. I'd adore a reply from you, but revealing my whereabouts remains too risky for now, so I'll keep embracing my isolation a bit longer.

I truly hope you're faring well, my boy. For over eight years now, I've journeyed far and wide, encountering realms and beasts far more astonishing than my wildest dreams. I'm positive you've gathered plenty of insights about your surroundings, yet I guarantee that your current understanding pales in comparison to the grand truths awaiting discovery. The universe is immense, and as my son, it's your responsibility to uncover as much of it as possible.

Tell me, have you ascended to TITAN status yet, son? Many claim the path to higher ranks is arduous, but as an Avaran and my successor, I'm confident you'll achieve it without much trouble! Attaining TITAN opens vast new horizons of the world to you. You're merely one step from Primordial, yet this is precisely when utmost caution is essential, for countless beings lurk eager to end your life. However, I promise you this: once you claim Primordial power and can genuinely defend yourself, I'll disclose my location and mission to you.

I realize I come across as unusually grave these days, but you can't fault me for it! Endure endless battles with horrors daily, and I bet your own wit would fade quickly too! Anyway, back on track! I trust Gina is thriving. You two always seemed on the verge of devouring one another, leaving us parents fretting you'd knock her up before hitting eighteen! But with maturity, I'd not be shocked if you've already started a family with her! Haha! Cherish her well, son. She's a devoted soul who adores you deeply. And ensure she's not facing that journey solo when her belly swells. I recall my first child's arrival vividly. My wife's frail, non-warrior frame made the pregnancy tough, but I stayed by her side whenever possible, and holding my tiny son that day felt like triumphing over a battlefield empire. That joy echoed with every child, right down to mischievous little Maya. I wish that profound bliss for you, my lad. Nothing surpasses that emotion in existence.

Shifting to graver concerns. Lately, rumors swirl of an impending uprising in the Primordial Expanse. A faction called the Court of Apostles is rallying fighters across the expanse for their so-called Great Upheaval. I dread that if this revolt proceeds unchecked, it'll drag us into darkness eclipsing the Period of Lawlessness. Carnage and fatalities will surpass all prior horrors. Stuck where I am, I can't intervene, so I implore you to investigate this matter.

Seek out Rak’hael, Queen of the Angel Race, and persuade her to reveal the authentic end to the Period of Lawlessness. Hidden in that story lies a key to unraveling the Court of Apostles' real ambitions. Naturally, Rak’hael won't share freely—she's a spirited firebrand, and from our first encounter, I sensed she harbored more rigid pride than Farlow himself! She despises all Avarans intensely, though the precise cause eludes me; perhaps it's tied to me jilting her at the altar on our wedding day... but surely not! Haha. Regardless, you'll have to sway Rak’hael into divulging the details you require, then leverage that intel to expose the Court of Apostles' scheme before they launch it. The Primordial Expanse's destiny hinges on you. No big deal, kid.

Give my warmest regards to your sisters and mother. I yearn for them beyond expression, hoping they're safe on Earth. Oh, and Agiel, that young ward I once minded—she's no kid now, I'm sure. She serves as an Enforcer in the Superhumans Management Department, the type to bury herself in duties without forging bonds. If you visit, pass on my greeting. Maybe you can become the companion she so sorely lacks.

Lastly, I know you're brimming with queries about your half-siblings and stepmothers. You've likely crossed paths with a couple by now, given their numbers, and more encounters await. The Avaran Royal lineage embraces polygamy across generations, but I won't impose it on you, raised so differently—I'll support any path you forge. Just know, as an Avaran male, it's innate to gather formidable women around you. But pick those who'll harmonize with your kin. My error was letting my father select my first spouse, a regret shadowing my days ever since.

Stay vigilant and keep powering up daily, my son. Perils ambush at every turn in this doomed realm, so always prepare for the unforeseen.

Until next time,

Your father.

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Jason exhaled a steady breath upon finishing the letter, chuckling softly in wry amusement. The exhaustion practically radiated from the words. Clearly, his father had composed it after prolonged combat. Yet Jason discerned the enduring affection for their family amid it all. He'd often declared he never wanted to mirror his father's life. Surrounded by his mother's struggles to raise them alone, Jason had long viewed his father as the deserter dooming her to hardship. But these revelations of Richard's relentless efforts made Jason see his error. He still refused to abandon his loved ones, but his admiration for his father now outshone respect for any other soul.

Perusing the missive again, Jason chuckled once more at the Agiel mention. She'd spoken truthfully, then. He'd harbored doubts about her connection to his father, but this confirmed her identity beyond question. Yet it was Richard's words on stepmothers and half-siblings that truly drew Jason's laughter.