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The young boy confidently approached the platform, his gaze fixed on the towering structure before him. As he touched the purple tower, a ripple of energy echoed, mirroring the earlier occurrence when Alex made contact, and a brilliant golden light illuminated the surroundings.

Amidst the spectators, a person seated among the five purple chairs concealed his displeasure, but the subtle shift did not escape the notice of those beside him. Though they would typically revel in taunts, an air of tension enveloped the crowd since Alex's awakening, both a perceived threat and an opportunity.

Undeterred, the young boy calmly advanced towards the white tower, his expression unwavering, as if anticipating the outcome. The radiant light surged forward at an unprecedented pace, showing no signs of slowing until it reached the Demi God level, leaving the already astonished crowd in stunned silence. A tumultuous uproar ensued among the onlookers.

Even the individual among the purple seats, who initially displayed displeasure, now wore a satisfied smile and proudly proclaimed, "As expected of my son." His companions, however, sat with blank expressions, their yearning to recruit Alex into their faction intensifying.

In the backdrop, the atmosphere crackled with a blend of awe and disbelief. Whispers of amazement spread through the crowd like wildfire, and the realization of witnessing an extraordinary event gripped the spectators.

The patriarch rose, proclaiming, "Noah is now part of the sequences and can vie for the patriarch's role!"

The crowd who heard the announcement of the patriarch erupted in cheers, but certain spies, nervously sweating, relayed the news to their clans, alarmed by the appearance of two individuals with Demi-God talent.

Amidst the jubilation, Alex, unmoved by the cheers, realized he was in a novel he heard from his mother in his past life during his childhood.

' No at this moment it cannot be called a novel but reality which was revealed by his mother since she is literally a goddess ' thought Alex.

However, he only recalled the characters, not the story. The novel's main antagonist, Noah Obsidian, typically meets a dire fate, a fact known to anyone who's read a novel.

In his musings, Alex noted that Silvia, the silver-haired girl and a villainess in the novel, often faces destruction along with the main antagonist. Though aware they are villains, he lacks insight into why they become antagonists.

Strangely, Alex finds no mention of himself among the characters, leaving him feeling like an expendable extra, destined to be caught in the crossfire between the protagonist and antagonist.

After the awakening ceremony,everyone began moving forward together. Soon, Alex encountered his father, who was accompanied by another person.

Austin, upon seeing Alex, warmly hugged him and exclaimed, "I am proud of you, my son." These heartfelt words reflected Austin's desire for his son to possess talent, hoping to spare him from the discrimination and limitations he had faced.

"Congratulations, nephew Alex," David chimed in, attempting to strengthen their familial bond.

"Thanks, Uncle David," replied Alex. After conversing for a while, Alex and his father began their journey back to their estate. Austin wished to shield his son from the complexities of politics, desiring a leisurely childhood for him.

Soon, Austin and Alex boarded the carriage, but this time the coachman was different. Alex felt a surge of excitement, anticipating the reunion with his mother and Grandpa Wishton after a week of separation.

Meanwhile, in a building towering above, two individuals observed Alex and his father's carriage. At the top floor, an old man gazed at them with a bitter smile etched on his face.

"My lord, are you not going to meet your grandson?" inquired Gordon, standing beside his master.

Harrison responded in a neutral voice, "Gordon, in my position, every action of mine carries significance. It's not yet time for me to meet him." However, a trace of weariness lingered in Harrison's eyes, unnoticed by few, but not by Gordon.

Gordon, witnessing the fatigue in his master's eyes, couldn't help but wear a tearful expression. Despite the reputation of patriarch Harrison as an ironblood ruler, only his close aides understood the depth of his concern for his family. Harrison yearned for their safety amid the conflicts that surrounded their lives.

The coveted position that others sought after held little value to Harrison. Few knew the hardships he faced, consistently placing his clan's interests above his own family's well-being. Each decision weighed heavily on him, a burden hidden beneath the veneer of strength and authority.

"Did you assign a shadow regiment to protect them?" inquired Harrison, taking a commanding stance. His countenance soon reverted to its usual indifferent expression.

"Yes, my lord," replied Gordon with a respectful nod.

"I've arranged Shadow Regiment Unit 3 to protect them," added Gordon, bowing his head in acknowledgment.

"Since your unit is going, accompany them," instructed Harrison.

"Yes, my lord," and with that, Gordon seamlessly blended into the shadows, as if he were never present.

Once alone, Harrison shifted his gaze towards the window, his thoughts echoing in the silence. "The other three clans won't stay passive once they learn of today's events. Especially the imperial family," he mused, contemplating the inevitable repercussions of the recent incident. He closed his eyes, as if seeking a moment of respite amid the looming storm of political intrigue.

In the shadows, Gordon, now part of the assigned protection unit, moved stealthily, ensuring the safety of Alex and his father. As the carriage journeyed towards its destination, Gordon maintained a vigilant watch, his senses heightened.

Back at the Alex family estate, tension hung in the air. Grandpa Wishton, sensing the stress on his daughter's face, gently patted her head and reassured her.

"Don't worry, Mary," he said.

"Yes, father," replied Mary, but her gaze remained fixed on the estate gate. Suddenly, their communication token buzzed, and Mary's face lit up as if she had received the happiest news in the world. Even Wishton, standing beside her, shared in her joy as he read the message.

As the carriage approached the estate, Alex and his father were greeted by the warm embrace of family.