3 What should be said, has been said!

Simo woke up the day after, leaving his room and walking towards the dinner room for breakfast. When he arrived he saw the previous owners family sitting at the table. A middle aged man with a moustache, somewhat bulky build and rough facial features, Ragnar Weste, his father, sitting at the end of the table. On his right, a beautiful middle aged woman, Sylvia Weste, his mother, was seated. On his left, a pompous looking young teen, Ed Weste, his younger brother, was sitting all high and mighty, he wasn't particularly handsome, but he looked masculine, and next to him sat a stunningly beautiful teen.

When he walked closer to the table, everyones gaze fell on him with their eyes full of shock and disdain. Shock due to his new handsome look, and disdain towards his mortal being. Only his mother seemed to show a third emotion, which was concern, truly a funny combination of emotions.

"Oh, so the trash has finally left his nest?" said his younger brother Ed, with a sneer on his face. Simo simply nonchalantly looked and him and responded with "Piss off, ant." surprising everyone. Ed instantly got furious and yelled at him "What did you say?! A mere mortal dare talk to me, a prestigious Internal Forging master?!" he flew off his seat rushing towards Simo to beat him up. Simo unleashed his Dragon God Aura and slowly said the words "Kneel" in a low voice, and although the voice wasn't particularly loud, everyone in the room heard it like it was the clasp of thunder ringing inside their head. When everyone felt the aura, they instantly fell to their knees, including his parents. He walked over to Ed, looked at him as if he was looking at some inferior wild beast, put his hand on his stomach and pushed slightly causing Ed to spit out blood. His parents were aghast, as their eldest son which had mortal tier talent suddenly crippled their genius son!

As if he could read their mind, Simo looked at them and simply said "So you believe me to have mortal tier talent? Just because you lowly mongrels can't test God Tier talents, I was deemed useless. Luckily, this forced the previous Simo to starve himself to death, allowing me to take over. Coincidentally, my name also happens to be Simo Weste, before I died that is. Truly, being executed for doing my duty truly was a pity, I mean, in a mortal world I only managed to have a confirmed kill count of 700.000 with my trusted weapon, my Barrett M82" he said while slowly shaking his head and releasing the Dragon God Aura.

His mother looked at him with what seemed to be newfound love and then mouth agape "My son, you've cultivated?! Wait, 700.000 confirmed kills in a mortal realm?!" this time she was truly shocked when she realized what he just said.

"Did I not just tell you, I am not your son in entirety? You killed your son, and now I own this body. Though, I do still have his sense of family love for you all after merging with his soul." hearing this his mother let out an internal sigh, as it seemed he still had some love for them even after all they've done to him, but his next words shattered her dreams

"You're all to cripple yourselves for your actions in the past commited against the previous Simo, should you not decide to do so, I will do it for you, and it will be worse than hell itself." They were beyond scared now, he ordered his own family to cripple themselves? What was this sort of thinking?!

The young lady looked at him seductively after realizing everything that has happened, thinking (If I could stay by his side, my life would be much better!)

His father was about to speak, but Simo suddenly spoke up again "And you, father, for every slap you have given me, I will take what is owed", he walked over to his father with a grin, grabbed a grimy butter knife, and continued where he left off "In total, 12 slaps from the right hand, and 7 from the left" He grabbed a hold of his fathers arm. He decided to each slap, a part of his arm would go missing. He laughed, and said "For the first slap, this finger of yours are no more" he directly used the grimy butter knife to slice off a finger. "For the second slap... third slap.. fourth slap.. fifth slap.." in mere 10 seconds, the middle aged man lost all fingers on his right hand. Thinking it was done, he heard the voice he believed could only belong to a devil "5 down, 7 to go. Let's see, since you've run out of fingers, I'll take your hand, your lower arm, your upper arm.. Dear me, we've still got 4 left but you've run out of things to pay me with. Let's leave that for now and move on to the left arm" finished speaking the man was drenched in cold sweat and begging for mercy. Ignoring him, Simo started cutting off each finger on the left hand, then the left and lastly, the lower arm "Alright, we're done with the left, now let's see, we'll go back to the 4 you still owe me on the right side. Since we've got no more arm left, let's just do this instead" he devised at a brilliant plan, cut off his fathers hair and used the butter knife to beautifully write the words "TRASH" on his forehead, drew a penis facing towards the mouth on each of the cheeks while murmuring "Ahh, it's truly fun to be young, I made this old f*cker into a d*ckhead hahahaha!", last but not least he disfigured his entire head, and crippled him before walking towards the young teenage girl.

"You'll never be beautiful again" after finished what he said, he directly cut off her nose, ears and left deep scars all over her face, once again walking away once he crippled her. This time walking towards his mother with a caring smile on his face.

"My dear mother" he said with the same caring smile on his face, when Sylvia heard and saw this, she was secretly incredibly elated as she thought she wouldn't have to go through what everyone else did, seeing as he smiled with a caring face, so she urgently said "Mother knows she made mistakes in the past, and I'm sorry my beloved son." Hearing this, his smile suddenly iced over sending shivers down her spine, she started shaking violently hearing his next words "So you know you too did things no mother should ever do to their own son, and for that, you will naturally not blame me for making you remember them for eternity? Although, you will probably never forget the way you treated your 'beloved' eldest son with the Chaos God Dragon bloodline as trash and knowledge about all sorts of things, including many God Tier cultivation arts that could have helped you, hahahaha!" He retorted, causing his mother to start shedding tears, he continued while looking at her "Though, you do not have to worry, as I know you cared for me at times. I'll only cripple you. Do you want to do it yourself, or should I do it for you?". Her tears slowly turned into sobbing while she responded "Huuk, I'll.. do it myself.. I'm sorry" Simo watched as she crippled herself, turned around and walked away, not forgetting to leave behind some last words as he neared the exit "While I keep the Weste last name, it is not to be associated with you lot, and if I ever hear you say you have any connection to me, I'll be back"

As he walked out of the palace, he pondered his actions and options.

(What should be said, has been said! However, did I go a bit too far? I mean, they were family after all.. Nah, if they somehow manage to survive, I'll be able to make it up to them. Now then, let's quickly peek at the viable options. GPS, is there any medicine or alchemy related memories from that old goa.. pardon, I mean dragon?)

[Host, do you mistake me for the GPS back in the mortal world? Typing in the destination and just arriving there? Sigh, I feel marginalized now... But yes, the old goa.. dragon did indeed have memories of Alchemy. Do you want me to sort it out for you so it's easier to access?]

He quickly realized he somehow managed to find the systems weak spot and had to make it up to GPS somehow..

(While I do believe you have similar resemblance to the hi-tech GPS systems back in the mortal world, you're far better. At least 100 times better!)

[100.000! I am at least 100.000 times better than those low-class GPS!]

(Yes, yes! I just forgot to mention the thousand after hundred! I am sorry! Could you please sort the memories for me to use?)

[I knew you'd understand me *sob* I have sorted the memories for you, host.]

As soon as the system said that, he felt a large wave of alchemic knowledge flood into his mind as if it was written on a white-board in permanent marker. Armed with this knowledge, he decided to head to a large alchemy sect to leech.. pardon, utilize some of their materials and facilities for his personal gain. His end goal determined, now he just needed the route. He muttered under his breath

"I could actually really use one of those GPS's now..."

[WHAT WAS THAT!? DID I JUST HEAR SOMETHING?!]

(No! No! No you did not! I said nothing! I think the wind picked up and rustled the trees!) he replied in supersonic speed, scared the system would blacklist him or something even worse.

All the while he spent doing this, he had been strolling around the Royal Capital of Weste, unknown of his heading. He decided to leave it up to luck and flip a coin. Heads would be north and south, tails would be west and east. He got tails, so all he had to do was flip it again. Heads would be west, and tails would be east. He flipped the coin, it hit a wooden sign hanging above, flew onto his face and straight down revealing heads. It had been decided, he would head west! All he needed was to figure out which way was west...