The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1442: An Overly Obsessed Goddess

At the dinner table, Klaus discovered more details about his family and the siblings born after his departure.

From everything he gathered, King Alric's ambition to build a massive family had forged a true powerhouse, ranking among the mightiest clans across the universe.

Everyone knew him as the sire of a Paragon. Initially, this brought troubles from the Heavens Court, but once powerhouses emerged within his lineage, even they refrained from targeting him.

Currently, besides himself, 15 other Celestials exist—12 his offspring and three his spouses. In a few years, ten more might ascend, as that many of his children have entered the forbidden universe seeking Celestial status.

The count of Supremes and Gods reaches hundreds, possibly thousands. No one dares tangle with such a formidable family.

Klaus felt joy.

Though he wouldn't risk them by fully reconnecting, knowing a family member endured the fallout from his demise and flourished to this extent filled him with happiness.

In the Primordial Era, he had the Zorvians; now, the Alrics stand with him. Who knows what other allies await discovery?

Post-dinner, they made their way back. “When do you plan to return to your planet?” Klaus inquired as the royal estate drew near.

The Caelmir royal family owns its grand estate, where Klaus now resides in one of its splendid houses.

“I’m not eager to depart yet, so I’ll stick around a bit longer.”

Klaus nodded and kept walking.

Having returned to reunite with the royals, he intended to spend extra time with them. That explained his full week devoted to his wives.

“By the way, do you have any refined time crystals to spare?” Klaus asked with a grin, aware it was a bold request.

King Alric spun around to face him, then questioned,

“What in the galaxy could you possibly need time crystals for?” Those were pursuits for Gods and higher. Klaus had no reason to seek them.

“As the saying goes, everything serves a purpose, and I’ve got one for these.”

King Alric let out a chuckle, shaking his head repeatedly before holding out his hand to Klaus. Five shimmering time crystals materialized on his palm, sparkling like precious gems.

“You’re the greatest, old man. I swear I’ll make it up to you once I match your strength.”

“Shameless indeed. What if you never catch up to my level?”

“Then it’s your tough luck,” Klaus laughed, joined by King Alric’s mirth.

From a distance in the estate, Queen Leah and her mother, Supreme Elder Narcisa, observed the father-son duo bonding, both wearing warm smiles.

“It’s heartwarming to see them mend their rift and embrace as true father and son. According to records, the first Queen described Lord Magnus as fiercely angry in those days.

She mentioned the sole reason the other royal house endured was a vow he made to his mother to safeguard the planet and all its inhabitants,” Queen Leah remarked, astonished at the contrast between history and reality.

By all accounts, Magnus despised his kin.

Given their treatment of him, hating them made perfect sense. Yet, witnessing Klaus and King Alric’s camaraderie suggested otherwise.

“Much remains unknown to us, Leah. But with him here now, truths will unfold. Future generations deserve the accurate tale.”

“Alright, Mother,” Queen Leah agreed. “I’ll invite him for morning tea tomorrow. We can chat then.”

Lady Narcisa raised no objection. Her daughter’s fascination with the Paragon ran deep, so with him present, she’d eagerly quench her thirst for knowledge.

They kept watching until Klaus and King Alric went their separate ways.

Before splitting, the ever-bold Klaus requested yet another boon. “Got any Heart of Tempest Vine or Heaven Forging Liquid tucked in your space ring?”

“Tsk.” King Alric chuckled, smirking slyly. “Ask the Queen. I don’t possess any.”

With that, he waved at the cheeky youth and teleported off. Having enjoyed a fine day, he departed in high spirits.

“Such a stingy old timer,” Klaus grumbled.

Five time crystals meant five years of sped-up time. One year would suffice for his wives; the remaining four would prove useful later.

Regarding the Heart of Tempest Vine and Heaven Forging Liquid—the final treasures for his second Heaven Defying Body refinement—he’d indeed approach the Queen.

Being shameless harmed no one.

As Klaus prepared to leave, a figure dashed his way. He halted briefly, spotting Rania kicking up dust in her haste toward him.

Though a tad mature for such antics, Klaus savored the stunning view too much to care.

“Klaus, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Rania exclaimed, leaping into his embrace.

Their bond stayed at friendship for now, but Rania’s cautious nature made embracing Klaus feel effortless.

Klaus held her a few minutes, then gently drew back, draped an arm around her waist, and guided her to his mansion.

“I’ve been occupied, Rania dear.”

She smiled. “I longed to attend the dinner, but Mother insisted it was adults only. I pointed out I’m older than you, yet she refused.”

Klaus laughed. “Your mother’s spot on, though.”

Rania pouted. “So you claim to be older? You’re not even 25 yet.”

“In this lifetime, I’m merely 23. Factoring in past lives, millions of years might be conservative.”

“That’s cheating, and you know it,” Rania huffed as Klaus drew her head to his shoulder with a laugh.

“Alright. Since you missed the first dinner, why not cook and host me for a private one?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

Her face lit up with delight. From afar, her mother and grandmother exchanged glances, surprised by Rania’s boldness with Klaus.

After King Alric’s exit, they’d tuned into Klaus’s talk, and Rania’s casual vibe hinted she’d withheld details from her return with Klaus’s wives.

To their astonishment, when Klaus asked her purpose, her reply stunned them.

“They said you’re a vampire, so drink my blood.”