[Name: Lord Amour]
[Level: 556 -> 600]
[CONGRATULATIONS!]
[LEVEL 600 ACHIEVED!]
[Winter Realm Available]
[Class: Warrior -> God Warrior]
[CLASS UPGRADED]
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''YEAH!''
Following the first shout, the entire arena erupted in defeaning shouts. After raising their fists, their loud shouts reverberated across the moon city.
Their faces varied from shock to amazement, and lastly, excitement. The undefeated legend of Amour continued with an incredible show.
None of them would forget this sight. It was like someone had engraved it into their memory.
The Four Seasons had a calmer reaction. The main reason was that they weren't present there, and couldn't feel the arena shaking around them. Each punch thrown by Arawn, and Amour was felt by the audience. Their hair stood up, and their voices quaked.
''Huh...'' Amon leaned on the chair while the resounding shouts of his servants echoed from the living room. The golden glow that engulfed his son made him remember his deceased wife.
Their first meeting was still vivid in their minds. He left a gathering of his friends in a drunken stupor. He could barely stand still. Then, he arrived at the famous tourist spot, where two benches stood beside a tall sakura tree.
As he sat down, he saw the faraway city, adorned with bright, and beautiful lights. The shooting stars flew by while the moonlight brightened the atmosphere. However, at that moment, a golden glow appeared behind the tree.
As he peeked over to the next-door bench, the sight took his breath away. To call her beautiful was understatement. Her swan-like neck, and almond shaped head, coupled with long eyelashes, and delicate lips, made his heart stop.
Because of his drunken status, he tried to strike up a conversation. However, her face quickly showed clear disgust. He forgot his alcoholic breath. After remembering it, he reached into his pocket, and clumsily ate mint pills.
Trying to freshen his breath.
At that moment, he heard a heavenly voice letting out tiny peals of laughter. She seemed amused for some reason. After hearing the laughter, Amon decided to stay silent, and watched the beautiful scenery with her.
After the sky brightened, the heavenly beauty disappeared. Amon didn't know when she left. It was like time moved at superspeed.
He continued his dull working routine, trying to build his company from nowhere. However, that wasn't his last time meeting her. Her presence was like the appearance of a peerless treasure. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, and turned to look at her walk by.
She ignored them all, except Amon. Surprisingly, it was her this time who struck up a conversation. Amon could feel a thousand gazes of jealousy stabbing his skull. But, he didn't care as he smiled, and this time, he acted like himself.
This went on, until a year later, they started dating. Then, another year later, they married. After another year, Amour was born. Then, eight years later, she died in unfortunate circumstances.
She was about to pick up Amour from school when a drunken driver hit her with the car. Her death came as a shock to her. It was like fate. The first person she met in the world was a drunken man, and also the last.
However, she was pleased with her life. From being a famous Goddess of Force, Power, and Might to becoming the mother of a future powerhouse.
Amon smiled sadly, and closed the laptop. He sighed loudly, and turned to the faded picture. It showed him, Amour, and Bia, standing beside the sakura tree.
In the arena.
The golden temple disappeared while the audience was still cheering as loudly as possible.
Amour walked down the long hallways. As the guards, and arena workers saw him, they stopped to clap for him. They also asked for quick autographs.
After giving autographs, and talking with them, Amour was about to arrive in his waiting room. However, at that moment, he saw an figure blocking his path.
Seeing his figure, an immense pressure shrouded Amour. It was strangely similar to Arawn's presence.
Kratos stood in his path while crossing his arms. His face had its usual angry-filled expression.
''Arawn was my... Legacy Carrier.''
''Oh...'' Amour gulped, and touched the hilt of his axe, ''Are you here to avenge him?''
''Hmph, no.'' Kratos snorted deeply, and grumpily, ''Your mother... Was her name Bia?''
''Eh?'' Amour's eyes widened in shock, ''H-How do you know that name?''
''I see, that makes sense.'' Kratos snorted, and walked by Amour. His shoulder slightly bumped Amour to the side.
''How do you know that name?'' Amour asked with narrowed eyes.
Kratos' feet halted as he looked over his shoulder, ''Bia was my younger sister.''
''Eh?'' Amour was shocked to hear it. Hearing that Arawn was his legacy carrier made him think of only one thing. This muscular, bearded man was obviously God. Did this mean his mother was also a Goddess? Impossible!
''You already know all the answers...'' Kratos pointed at his heart, ''In your heart.''
Amour fell on his knees while Kratos walked further into the hallway, soon gone from view.
''But how... this doesn't make any sense...'' Looking at his hands in disbelief. His father always told him that his mother was an angel, who descended from the heavens. However, he thought he was just being cheesy.
'My father didn't know... Is she truly... Goddess Bia from the Mythology?'
''Amour, are you alright?'' At that moment, a voice woke up from his stupor. Turning his head around, Amour saw Xerxus walking to him with a worried look.
After seeing Amour kneeling on the ground, Xerxus thought that something must have happened.
''Ah, yes...'' Amour patted off the dust, and stood up, ''Why are you here?''
''Eh... running.'' Xerxus shyly smiled, ''Can I hide in your room?''
"Fine." Amour shrugged, and opened the door before entering.
''Let's go!'' Xerxus looked back, and forth between the hallway, and entered the room. It was regular-sized, with a TV mounted on the wall. It showed Heimdall riding back to the arena.
''Whew...'' Amour plopped down on the bed, and shut his eyes. Again, the tiredness struck him.
Xerxus looked at him with a side smile. The previous fight amazed him greatly. He thought only Kalzer could be that strong. Now, everyone took a note of Amour. He wasn't known as the Undefeated Lord for nothing.
