Hero of Darkness Chapter 873 Price Of Servitude

Chapter 873 Price Of Servitude

The former emperor's son was overcome with dread and began to shake with fear as he laid eyes on the welcoming gift presented by the blue wolfkin. The sight of his fellow saints' decapitated heads filled him with a profound sense of horror and agony, causing him to lose any remaining will to fight.

Nonchalantly, Atreus spoke, his tone carrying a chilling indifference.

"Do not be too taken aback. The torture was not as gruesome as it may appear." he offered a measure of solace to the captive saint, but his wide grin bore a devilish edge.

"All it took was the utilization of one of my recently acquired skills... and ask them nicely." he revealed with a benign smile.

Atreus' voice then resonated with a somber tone as he spoke...

"It is still difficult for me to fathom that it was the son of the previous emperor who kindled this insurrection."

Following a thorough interrogation of the saints captured during the battle, Atreus had unearthed the unadulterated truth behind the rebellion. The prime instigator of this upheaval was none other than the son of the former emperor himself, who had a.s.sumed leaders.h.i.+p of a long-fallen tribe.

A sudden outburst erupted from the wounded saint, his body writhing in pain as blood gushed from his wounds. His gaze was now br.i.m.m.i.n.g with unbridled hatred directed towards Atreus.

"What do you know! My tribe was reduced to nothingness, our power and authority ripped away after that wretched b.i.t.c.h you call the Empress killed my father and usurped the throne.

I am worth so much more than being just a mere no-name saint from a feeble tribe!" he bellowed with fury and resentment radiating from his words.

"After my father's demise, a motley crew of unremarkable n.o.bodies ascended to positions of power without a shred of great background. My tribe was once the most formidable force in this empire, and now... we are forced to kowtow to these inferior ones!" his voice echoed with a deep-seated disdain.

"Let me get this straight. Are you insinuating that others have obtained their positions of power by taking what was rightfully yours, rather than earning it through their own strength and merit? That you were ent.i.tled to be the next emperor?" inquired Atreus.

As the shadow disciple strode towards the saint, he declared... "I am not the type to condone nepotism."

Rage and disgust seethed in his voice as he continued, "You wretched piece of s.h.i.+t! You made me kill thousands of people and millions of monsters just because of your self-ent.i.tled delusion.''

Atreus spoke with an authoritative tone...

"Under the laws of the Nadur empire, you possess every right to compete for the throne, just like any other individual born within its borders."

He then posed a question to the bound saint.

"So why did you not pursue the throne? Do you believe that the world owes you something? That the laws of the empire should grant you some kind of preferential treatment?"

Atreus' inquiries were relentless, probing deeper into the saint's twisted sense of ent.i.tlement.

Swoom!

Suddenly, the brawler saint's appearance began to transform.

His features softened, revealing a handsome face with black eyes and shoulder-length hair. He now donned a striking dark gray attire with silver outlines and intricate patterns, giving him the aura of sovereignty.

"A… A human?!" exclaimed the rhino saint in bewilderment.

"You know… where I am from…" said Kahn, sighing in a heavy tone.

"Something such as equal rights, freedom of speech and 'every person can become anything in life as long as they want it' is told to the ma.s.ses from a very early age.

But it's all an illusion… a beautiful lie." his somber tone resounded in the hall, paying no heed to the surprised countenance of the saint who just saw the fenrirborne Atreus turn into a human Kahn.

"Equality from birth is nothing but a myth. Opportunities are not distributed equally, and not everyone is given a fair advantage from the start." he continued in his weighty tone.

"In my world… one's race, skin color, religion, and social status in the world all play a crucial role in determining their fate." he spoke of the harsh reality on earth.

"Those who are born into less fortunate circ.u.mstances or without influential backgrounds are seldom able to realize their aspirations or achieve their dreams." he continued with a touch of bitterness.

"From early childhood, the world and those in control of it deceive us with false promises and illusions." he spoke in a helpless voice as his figure slumped.

"By the time we come to the realization that it was all a mere facade, we find ourselves trapped in a life of servitude to those in power... be it the government, some corporations, the families of politicians, or ent.i.tled individuals like yourself who have undeservingly obtained such positions." he spoke with a solemn tone, emphasizing the gravity of his words.

"In this empire, individuals can attain their desires through their own efforts. At least, the laws of this empire are truthful from the moment of one's birth." Kahn's eyes blazed with anger, sending a menacing chill down the saint's spine.

"You claimed to your fellow saints and tribe members that your aim was to bring about a revolution against the prejudiced imperial rule.

However, the instant you endangered the lives of innocent individuals, all of whom already endure endless struggles and hards.h.i.+ps, you crossed a line that cannot be justified." His features contorted with a mixture of tyrannical rage and loathing.

"Your actions do not reflect a n.o.ble cause. You are not a revolutionary, but rather a delusional, despicable a.s.shole."

"Violence, violence, violence. I don't like it. I avoid.

eαglesnovel`c,om But violence likes me, I can't avoid."

Although he maintained a nonchalant att.i.tude towards killings, Kahn's demeanor suddenly s.h.i.+fted as his gaze turned icy cold.

Swoos.h.!.+

With a swift movement of his forefinger, he executed the dimensional cut skill, causing a head to roll onto the floor.

Kahn spat out with contempt and spoke as he saw the light in the saint's eye fade…

"You're nothing but a f.u.c.king terrorist."