1541 Uncle

Maya, looking a mature young woman in her 20s, stepped in and sat beside Kyle. She was still petite but radiated the aura of a mother.

Pushing the tray of snacks which included handmade cakes and cookies, she asked. "Big brother, when will we see you next time? I really tried to call you when both of them were born."

Kyle shook his head with a dismissive expression. "Don't ask him. That bastard doesn't even know if he'd be available tomorrow or not."

"…" Varian wanted to refute but it was too accurate to retort. "Son of a b—"

"Language! We have kids in the home." Maya quickly said before glaring at Kyle. "Why do you say the 'B' word? What are you teaching our kids?"

"It's just basta—ouch!"

"Language!"

Kyle looked at Varian with a helpless expression and the latter laughed with schadenfreude. "You deserve all the love, my brother."

"I hope your harem never has any big conflict and that you never have to pull your hair, my good, good brother." Kyle said with a large smile.

Varian clenched his fists. "Do you think I can't ask them to talk instead of fighting?"

"Aren't they all stronger than you though?"

"…"

Varian lowered his head and slumped into the sofa. "You son of a—"

"Language!"

"Son of Alison." Varian sighed deeply.

As he lay there, wondering why he wasn't able to counter this cunning bastard, the kids came running from the garden.

"Mom, Mom, who is this big brother?"

"Big brother? Are you one of my dad's students?"

The girl looked at him with a curious expression while the boy hid behind his father.

Due to the power of soul, while he retained his original appearance, they wouldn't be able to associate with that of the 'Emperor'.

"Hi kids! I'm a friend of your parents." Varian introduced himself with a smile.

"Big Bro, you're so cool!" The girl gasped. "Which movie did you act in?"

"Err, the movie?" Varian scratched his chin with an embarassed expression and laughed.

"Un, un!" The little girl nodded vigorously.

Looking at those bright eyes, Varian didn't want to disappoint her. "Um, yeah, what's the name of movie?"

"Ah? It's not Genesis of an Empire, right? No, I've seen it and I'm pretty sure I didn't spot you there."

"No. Of course not." Varian continued to lead her on while he connected with Boo in his mind.

'Boo, make a movie with the clips you have of me. Create records of it existing prior. A small movie that's released many years ago, didn't play well and recieved moderate ratings.'

"…The crazy pirates!"

"Very close. Very close." Varian said.

"This is the tenth title." The little boy commented. "I don't think he's an actor at all."

"This is my movie." Varian presented a holographic file to the little girl and turned to the boy. "It's a one-time thing. I'm not an actor."

"See! I told you!. My kill-o-meter had been blinking red!" The boy said in a whisper but everyone heard his words.

Varian gave the boy with an appreciative glance. "Kill-o-meter? You have a very good sensing name. Almost as good as mine."

"Sss!"

"Szzz!"

"Haaa!"

Kyle, Maya and their daughter both held their foreheads.

The boy, however, stepped forward and looked into Varian's eyes as if he was meeting a destined friend.

"B-Big Bro....you too?"

Varian nodded. "Your parents don't have a good taste, my boy! This society doesn't want your art to flourish! Don't listen to it! Your taste is sublime, beyond the superficial preferences of the mortals. As the Em—ahem, Emancipated soul from the society's restrictions, I am telling you, your naming taste is fin—"

"Please don't spoil my son. He's still young. I'm still crying to correct his peculiar tastes." Maya said with an assertive expression.

Varian replied with a confused face. "B-But what did I say, I just appreci—"

"Kids, say bye to Uncle!" Kyle said that but he literally grabbed his son's hand and waved it at Varian.

"Uncle? Me?" Varian pointed at himself with his index finger and looked at his two friends with a betrayed expression.

"Bye, Uncle!"

"Uncle, bye bye!"

Listening to the children's innocent words, Varian clutched his heart and ran away from the devil's home.

"Uncle? Me? I'm 20!"

[Uncle~]

"I'm just 20! I'm a big bro! Big bro!"

[Uncle~ Uncle~ Uncle~]

"Your mom's uncle! Shut up Logos! This is a serious matter!" Varian yelled as he exited Hortus.

Breathing heavily, he decided to cool himself with something that would not piss him off.

'Status'

[Rank 8

Paragon Body: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

Ignis: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

Death Giant: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

Order: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

Chaos: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

Space: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

Time: 24,500/25,000 (+4,500)

<Almost there. Prepare yourself for rank 9. It's the last stage where things would still make sense.

Once you step into the divine ranks, even the System isn't sure what would happen and how fast.

Unfortunately or fortunately, the time you spent in Paradise had a lot of impact on you.

Unless you deliberately suppress your growth, you'll be reaching the peak of rank 9 faster than you reached peak of rank 8.

Good luck, Uncle~>]

"Logos, I swear I won't forget this!" He placed an oath on his heart and headed to the battlefield.

Only Kong was left on the target.

If it wasn't for him, perhaps Serenthia would've been alive.

'I don't have a mother. I don't have a mother-in-law from Sarah or Isadora. I am cursed.'

On the side of father-in-law, he only had Evander. But that man had gone crazy recently, threatening to kill him or worse, kill himself if he didn't give him grandchildren.

'That old man had gone crazy. Fucking damn it.'

As he's in the middle of locating Kong in the impossibly large battlefield, a hand tapped on his shoulder.

Varian froze up, unable to even turn his head around.

All he could do was squeak out a word filled with extreme vigilence.

He had seen the power of divine rankers. A new divine ranker like Isadora. A peak rank 1 like Fabricator.

But now, something was off. Something was very, very off.

"Who?!"

A voice that sounded so mechanical that it might've been generated by a computer but so deep and ancient that it must've come from a being who lived longer than whole of humanity sounded.

"I've looking for you, to be precise, the slivers, since forever. I am Aphosis, the Demon of Order."