Novel Full Chapter 755: I Will Be Proud of You
Chapter 755: 755: I Will Be Proud of You
“Forbidden Spell: Infernal Starfall!”
Ethan’s voice was low and fierce, black hair flying wildly in the blazing storm. The moment he thought of “opening fire,” it was as if a switch had been thrown deep within him. His bloodline’s craving for firepower roared awake, filling him with ruthless, violent resolve.
“What a joke. You haven’t even triggered your awakening, and you think you can harm me?”
Belenor’s eyes glinted with mockery as he watched the meteor descend. His massive frame stood unshaken, like a mountain of iron. He clenched one massive fist, the gauntlet exploding with a metallic crack.
He used no skill, no spell—just sheer brute strength. Yet the air around his gauntlet distorted and bent as if reality itself feared his punch.
“This guy’s raw attack power… it’s on par with upper-tier abyssal demons. At least two hundred thousand physical attack power, bare minimum!” Riven muttered in shock.
The Clan of Might.
Their very name revealed everything about them. The ruling divine race of the Wolf Kingdom, blessed by the God of Strength, they revered brute force above all else. Their bloodline made every action a form of training—fighting, eating, even sleeping granted them strength.
And Belenor, born a true son of divinity, was their pinnacle.
“Don’t look down on me. I’m not done yet!”
Ethan’s veins bulged, his mana pool draining in an instant. He raised his staff again and roared, “Forbidden Spell: Frozen Ten-Thousand Miles!”
A double-cast Forbidden Spell.
“That’s a ShatteredCrown signature move!” Isla whispered, her eyes wide.
As the Son of Chaos, Ethan had always carried the potential to fuse elements. But up until now, he’d barely managed to merge two S-rank spells. Not because his stats were weak, but because the more opposing the elements, the more brutal the backlash. One misstep meant mana ripping through your veins until you literally exploded.
That was why Ethan never dared. Not unless he had no other choice.
“Can he really pull it off…?” Isla’s heart wavered. He was attempting fusion with Forbidden Spells now—but something about this felt wrong.
“I’m not afraid to die!” Ethan growled, every word soaked in defiance. Before Belenor, he looked insignificant. But something about him radiated—a will to die on his own terms, pride hidden beneath recklessness.
“This kid…” Orson narrowed his eyes at his younger son, while casually batting away Oliver’s furious bombardment with a flicker of chaos aura.
“I just want everyone to know—I am Ethan!”
“If it takes my death to end this cursed Infinite Dimensions war, then I’ll do it—”
“Even if it’s in the very next second!”
His roar ripped through the arena, blood vessels bursting across his forehead as he forced two Forbidden Spells together.
Mana backlash -300,000!
Mana backlash -300,000!
Ethan’s eyes burned like fireballs, his whole being straining against his limits.
But the fusion wavered. The two giant circles of red and blue above the sky faltered, stuck at the threshold of merging.
Orson frowned slightly. So close.
“This little insect… he almost unleashed an SS-awakened spell,” Damiron sneered, though her pale face betrayed unease. “Even if he had, Belenor would have withstood it.”
“Don’t mock him!” Isla cried, but Ethan had already slammed his bloody fists against his staff.
“I know what I am. Trash. A failure. The weakest in my family…” His voice cracked. “But I won’t accept it! I won’t!”
Blood ran down his knuckles as he sobbed with rage. Everyone saw him as Orson’s son, the Godslayer’s heir. But inside, he knew—without that legacy, no one would care if he lived or died.
He played the arrogant fool, not because he was careless, but because he couldn’t bear their scorn.
“I won’t accept it!!”
The magic collapsed. Ethan’s HP plunged to a sliver. He tilted his head back, despair flooding his face.
If his father was the sky—the unreachable heavens…
Then he was a weed. Trampled underfoot.
Maybe, in his heart, his father had always been dead.
“If Earth needs a Magic Emperor…” Ethan whispered, forcing a crooked grin at Isla. “Then I’ll be that Emperor.”
Isla’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Ethan, stop! Please, listen to me—”
But Ethan only shook his head. His grip tightened on the staff, his voice calm, resolute.
“Forbidden Spell: Infernal Starfall!”
“Forbidden Spell: Frozen Ten-Thousand Miles!”
“Forbidden Spell: Blood Curse of Death!”
Blood ignited.
The fire of meteors clashed with glacial storms, and from their collision surged a tide of screaming, crimson energy. Dragons of blood twisted through flame and frost, their roar strong enough to annihilate worlds.
“Super Forbidden Spell…”
“He’s insane. Does he think he’s one of the ancient Chaos Gods!?” Damiron’s voice quivered.
Three Forbidden Spells, fused. Not awakened—but their fusion carried more weight than any max-level spell. This was something beyond rank.
A legend.
Super Forbidden Spell.
“He’s grown stronger,” Oliver muttered, his voice caught between hatred and envy.
Belenor’s composure finally cracked. His roar shook the arena. “Ethan! If you succeed, I’ll call you Emperor of Magic myself!”
His body swelled, muscles surging, the ground collapsing beneath him as he braced for the coming storm.
“Don’t do it, you idiot!” Isla screamed, pale as death. She knew—if the backlash struck, not even Rootless Water or World Tree resurrection would save him.
The three spell circles flickered, their light dimming.
“I’m just a fool…” Ethan whispered, smiling faintly. He reached for the sky, murmuring, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t make you proud.”
His mana was gone. His body collapsed backward—
And into waiting arms.
Ethan blinked in shock, staring into the lined, kind face of the old man. “Don’t laugh at me, old man. I’m not worth it.”
“When I met your mother,” Orson’s voice shook, “I told her I had nothing to give her. Nothing.” His eyes softened. “But for you… I’ll pluck down stars. I’ll chase the moon itself.”
“Y-you…” Ethan stammered.
That frail hand grasped his wrist, raising the staff high once more.
“Divine Bloodline Awakening.”
“You have received the blessing of the Chaos God.”
“Your class has evolved: SSS-tier—Archmagus of Annihilation.”
“Buff granted: All cooldowns reduced 30%, mana costs reduced 30%, mastery over magic approaches its essence.”
The system prompts rang in his ears. Ethan stood frozen, wide-eyed. The staff in his hand no longer dragged like lead. It was weightless.
Orson ruffled his son’s hair, smiling warmly. “And I will be proud of you.”
Together, father and son roared in unison:
“Fusion Spell—Annihilation: Worlds’ End!”
The staff fell like a blade.