Chapter 220: The Resolve of the Child of Destiny

The Resolve of the Child of Destiny

To Lucas, Victor was simply the best person in the world.

The little boy couldn’t explain why.

He only knew that he felt safe around Victor. There was a natural closeness between them. Something warm and familiar.

Victor had saved him.

He had saved his Fifth Uncle.

And now, he had even restored the Sovereign Bone that had been ripped from his chest.

Lucas was still very young.

He didn’t understand gratitude as some grand and complicated thing. He didn’t know how debts were repaid or what he was supposed to do for someone who had saved his life.

He only understood one simple thing.

From now on, whatever Patriarch Grandpa said...

That was what mattered.

Victor looked at the little boy for a moment.

A faint smile slowly appeared on his handsome face.

"Little Lucas, what do you plan to do now?"

His voice was gentle.

There was no pressure in it.

But beneath that gentleness was genuine curiosity.

Lucas’s Sovereign Bone had been reforged.

His Divine Body had been reborn.

The fortune of a Child of Destiny had already begun to reveal itself.

And his frightening innate comprehension had allowed him to develop an intellect far beyond what anyone would expect from a five-year-old.

Victor couldn’t treat him like an ordinary child.

There was far more hidden behind those innocent eyes.

More importantly, Victor wanted to know what Lucas truly thought about the Brightwell family.

The little boy lowered his head.

His fingers slowly twisted together.

For a while, he didn’t say anything.

The silence stretched between them.

Then Lucas finally raised his head.

"Patriarch Grandpa..."

His voice was quiet.

He hesitated.

"Could you... could you spare my aunt’s life?"

Victor’s eyebrows drew together slightly.

He hadn’t expected that answer.

Not at all.

Lucas had suffered the agony of having his Sovereign Bone carved out of his chest.

He had nearly died.

His family had been destroyed.

And yet, the first thing he asked for was mercy.

Victor stared at him.

For a brief moment, he wondered if Lucas was simply too kind.

Perhaps the boy’s heart was too soft.

But if that were truly the case...

How could he ever live up to the title of the "One of All Ages"?

Someone who stood at the peak of an era couldn’t afford to be endlessly merciful.

Victor didn’t scold him.

He didn’t tell him that mercy was weakness.

Instead, he looked directly into the child’s eyes.

"She carved your bone out."

His voice remained calm.

"She hurt your family."

Victor paused.

"And you still want me to spare her?"

Lucas’s expression changed.

The innocence that had been there a moment ago slowly faded.

His eyes dropped toward the ground.

Memories came rushing back.

A cold blade.

The unbearable pain.

Blood.

His mother’s face.

The emptiness inside his chest.

The terrible feeling of being discarded like something worthless.

His tiny hands slowly curled into fists.

"No."

The answer was quiet.

But it was clear.

Lucas lifted his head again.

The hesitation was gone from his eyes.

"I want to kill her myself."

His childish voice no longer trembled.

There was a strange calmness in it.

"I may be young..."

He clenched his little fists.

"But I’m not stupid."

Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Lucas continued.

"Auntie and my cousin taught me a lesson."

His voice was soft.

Yet every word carried a weight that didn’t belong to a child his age.

"They never cared about me."

"They only wanted my bone."

Lucas fell silent for a moment.

His eyes became distant.

"Maybe I’m still confused about some things."

His little chest rose and fell slowly.

Then he looked at Victor again.

"But they never cared about me."

His voice became firmer.

"So why should I care about them?"

Victor said nothing.

He simply watched him.

There was no childish anger in Lucas’s expression anymore.

Only a quiet understanding.

It wasn’t the kind of understanding a five-year-old should have possessed.

But suffering had forced him to grow up in ways no child should have been forced to.

Lucas lowered his gaze again.

"My cousin was always talented."

"I knew from the beginning that he had the stars and the sun and moon in his eyes."

"He had great ambitions."

"When I first had this bone..."

His expression became complicated.

"I wanted to help him."

"But now..."

The child’s eyes gradually hardened.

There was no hatred in them.

That would have been easier to understand.

Instead, there was something colder.

Acceptance.

He had finally understood that affection could not be forced.

Lucas looked directly at Victor.

His eyes were filled with determination.

Nothing about that gaze resembled an ordinary five-year-old.

"Please, Patriarch Grandpa—teach me cultivation!"

"Grant me divine arts!"

"I want to take back my bone with my own hands!"

His small fists tightened.

"He is not worthy of my bone!!"

The final words rang through the peak.

Lucas immediately knelt on the ground.

His knees struck the stone.

He didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t look back.

Victor watched him quietly.

Then he nodded.

There it was.

Resolve.

Not blind hatred.

Not childish rage.

A decision.

Good.

Only such resolve—such early wisdom—was worthy of the title "One of All Ages."

Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly as he remembered the system’s evaluation.

Black-Quality Heavenly Mandate.

The highest tier.

A child whose future could already be called terrifying.

If Lucas truly walked this path...

Then perhaps one day, he would slay all until none across the nine heavens and ten earths dared call themselves sovereign.

The Salvatore family was becoming more terrifying with every passing day.

It already had a reincarnated swordsman chasing his love.

A pharmacist with a golden-finger master.

An emperor seeking to devour all realms.

And now—

A monster destined to become one of all ages.

Victor looked at Lucas, still kneeling before him.

The boy’s back was straight.

His small hands were clenched tightly at his sides.

He was waiting.

Waiting for his Patriarch Grandpa to decide his future.

Victor slowly raised his sleeve.

A gentle wave of power swept across the peak.

Then—

Two objects appeared before him.

They floated silently in the air.

One was an ancient scripture.

The other carried an aura that seemed to contain endless mysteries.

Victor looked at Lucas.

"This art is called the Reincarnation Creation Art."

His voice was calm.

"It holds the true meaning of the Law of Reincarnation."

Victor’s gaze settled on the newly forged Sovereign Bone within the child’s chest.

"The Sovereign Bone within you is inscribed with that same Law—you will find it familiar."