Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 323: Fate Breaking (1)

“Can we trust her?” Ri asked.

Hours later, Clara and Ri lay Dyon’s arms, a thin sheen of fragrant sweat covering their flawless bodies. It had been a long time since any one of them had had a true break, so they took some time to enjoy themselves with the demon sage tower as they journeyed toward Soul Rending Peak.

Dyon, who had been enjoying the soft bodies of his wife until now looked toward the ceiling with a pensive expression.

“I don’t know what she was like before she fell to the Evil Path, but it’s almost impossible for her to step off of it now. If it was as simple as her gaining strength through unsavory methods, it might be alright. But, the Evil Path distorts even your personality to its core.”

The best way Dyon could describe it was by comparing it to how he felt when he caught a glimpse of the hidden truths of his Chaos Flames. Even a strong-willed individual like him completely lost his way, falling to despair. If it wasn’t for his undead body, he would be dead right now.

The Evil Path worked on the mind in a similar way. However, it was far more sinister. In the beginning, an individual wouldn’t even notice the changes in themselves. Then, one day they’d wake up and realize they’d become exactly like Jasmine.

To make matters worse, they wouldn’t feel any regret or remorse. Maybe some small, deeply hidden part of themselves would. But, it would get drowned out.

For Jasmine to have cultivated to the dao realm using this method, she was too far gone. Dyon could tell that she started before she entered the celestial realm, which meant that at least several dozen thousand years had passed. This was all she had known for basically her whole life.

In truth, Dyon was already preparing a method to kill her. Due to the soul contract the two of them had signed, it was impossible for him to use the pills he concocted for her to accomplish this, which meant he could only think of another method.

“This is too dangerous.” Clara said with a frown.

Dyon sighed. “Maybe, but I really don’t have any other choice. You two probably haven’t been back to Soul Rending Peak in a while, but it’s in complete shambles. It was a mistake to have them migrate without my supervision. Now, fixing the issues will become a massive hassle.”

“That might not be as hard to fix as you think.” Clara said thoughtfully.

Dyon blinked.

Clara studied biological sciences when she attended Princeton. But, this was only because the death of her mother to cancer had pushed her in that direction. The Clara Dyon knew in his youth didn’t like sciences at all. Though she was always curious about how the world worked, which was why array alchemy fascinated her, it wasn’t her foremost passion.

While Ri adored array alchemy, Clara saw it as a single facet of a much larger puzzle she wanted to put together. In fact, her cold disposition was fostered mainly because what she loved more than anything else was passively observing the matters around her.

Due to this curiosity, Clara had initially intended to study History with a focus on ancient government. After all, with a father who became the President, how could Clara not have been influenced? Even though she wasn’t the charismatic leader her father was, she definitely shared his love of governance and history.

Why did G Man take so much time out of his busy schedule to constantly give speeches at various universities? It was precisely because he valued this sort of learning the most. He wanted to take hold of and comprehend everything around him.

The father-daughter pair weren’t all that different, it was just that their approaches to their hobbies differed greatly. Clara became a passive observer, while G Man became an active participant.

“I had almost thought that you have given up on that.” Dyon said with a bright smile. “You haven’t brought up something like this in a while.”

“Why do you think I spent so much effort on the Sapientia Network?”

“Because you love me very much?” Dyon asked expectantly.

Clara snorted, causing Ri to giggle.

“What are you two talking about?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Clara’s mother was a Historian, and her father, before he became President, was actually one as well. They both focused on the History of Governance and the rise and fall of empires. Mortal Empires like ours don’t last nearly as long as Martial World ones, so they had quite a sample size to work from.

“G Man believed he was on the precipice of comprehending the perfect governing system, but he felt that he had to become a participant to understand just why so many governments failed.

“Clara likely would have followed in their footsteps but…”

Clara bitterly smiled. Although she was a grown woman now with a happy family around her, the death of her parents was still a bitter pill to swallow. Luckily, the warmth of Dyon’s arm wrapped around her and Ri softly grasping her hand made her feel much better.

“I’m thinking that the best method to flip things around as quickly as possible is to fuse a few characteristics of Roman Governance and African Tribal Governance…”

The more Clara spoke, the brighter Dyon’s eyes twinkled. Before she could even finish, Dyon suddenly felt that his wife was more attractive than she had ever been. He couldn’t help but pounce on her for round two, leaving her incredibly aggrieved with just a half her speech finished.