Buster Tongue at Play

In the center of the Situ City, a household built with a mixture of Victorian era and Japanese style could be seen. Inside, there was a small room with white walls that screamed opulence. There was a white bed and white sheets, with a sickly woman currently surrounded by a white-haired old woman and five men: four guards, and one was none other than Patriarch Evan.

"Maam, it's a boy." The white-haired woman, a midwife, said with a beaming smile. The crease on her lips was further wrinkled.

On the other hand, the Patriarch smiled contently. However, as he saw the heavenly vision in the sky, his expression turned solemn. "I actually have a heavenly genius son. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." He sighed. After a few seconds, a hint of resolve appeared in his eyes. "Many heavenly geniuses fell like a comet in the history, unable to meet their potential. They showed dazzling brilliance that overshadowed everyone with their light. Yet, they are short-lived. Potential is potential, one needs to convert it to combat power to truly take effect.

"I'll make sure my son grows safely until he becomes formidable to protect himself!"

He looked at the shifting images in the sky. From an orange tiger surrounded with cubs to a roaring lion in a desert, to a five white-haired old man that exudes an aura of vicissitudes and erosion of time to lastly... A sword enveloped in black mist. It gives the aura of terrifying cold killing intent and annihilation.

"I wonder what's the meaning of these heavenly visions." Patriarch Evan muttered under his breath.

"Dear, have you thought of the name for our son?" At this time, the sickly woman smiled gently. Then, he spat a mouthful of blood and fell to the bed, unable to muster strength.

"Maam!!" The guards were startled. They responded quickly and supported her.

Evans quickly appeared beside his wife with a pained expression. He caressed her forehead. "The name of the boy will be Yuan. Yuan Evans!"

The deathly sick pale wife nodded with a smile. Following that, her eyes closed weakly and she took her last breath.

Evans, who saw this, bit his lips.

The midwife shook her head with a sad expression. "I've warned you. Giving birth will cause her to lose her life. I don't know how. Her body was vigorous."

The guards on the side were silent. They didn't have the right to join the discussion. They just looked around with constant vigilance. Then they turned their head at the window which revealed the clear blue sky. The heavenly vision finally disappeared after the birth of Yuan.

"There's no need to say more about this." Evan shook his head. "I've let her choose. Terminate the child or continue. Of course, I don't want to lose either of them. But there's no choice. She chose to give birth. To sacrifice her life. I have to respect it and let her son grow smoothly. Become someone great! Only that way her death won't be in vain."

He clenched his fist, took the baby from the midwife's hand, and embraced him softly. He looked at the baby in his arms. Yuan has brown eyes like her mother, wavy hair like him, and a bright complexion. But what attracted Yuan's attention was the baby's sharp eyebrows akin to a sword. This isn't a facial feature either he and his wife had. Even in their family, there are no sword-like eyebrows.

This facial feature gave baby Yuan the look of a seasoned swordsman and a bit of fierceness, which looks quite silly for a baby.

'Could it be related to the last scene of the sword from the heavenly vision?'

In front of the household just outside the gate. Two silhouettes appeared; Dylan and the Berserker Deer.

"Well, if I can get near the baby I can just use my soul split. We don't actually need to fight them." Dylan said.

The Berserker Deer nodded. "The premise is you can get near. We are strangers with unknown intentions for them. Not to mention, the heavenly vision might make them wary of others. Conflict seems to be inevitable."

Around the household, just at the gate, there are two imposing fighters guarding the gate. With just one look, they give people the impression that they're not someone easy to deal with.

The armor in their body, the gears from head to toe were at least silver quality. Not to mention, they both hold golden-colored swords, which give a mysterious holy aura.

Dylan took this opportunity to use his probe to get information about the enemy first.

...

Name: Lagundi Veea

Level 51

Race: Human

Profession: Paladin

Danger Level: Doesn't pose a threat

...

Name: Aaron Evan

Level 51

Race: Human

Profession: Paladin

Danger Level: Slightly Dangerous

...

Dylan revealed a faint smile. 'According to the system, I can fight 25 levels higher than me. It makes sense that they don't pose a threat.'

Dylan is level 39. By this logic, he could fight level 64 awakeners without a problem.

"There's no way they will let us inside even if we talk with them. Let's take this opportunity to sneak attack. We are in the dark while they are in the light. The initiative is with us."

The Berserker Deer gathered mana on his antler. Just like that, a fierce blue energy beam was directed towards the two fighters.

Dylan cooperated with the Berserker Deer. His tongue elongated like a frog. The phantom of spark frog appeared behind him

With such two big movements, the two fighters guarding the door showed the demeanor of a professional.

One of them smartly made the right response instead of showing surprise. "Enemies attack!"

One of them raised his golden sword which released continuous vibration. The blue beam, enough to penetrate most items below solver quality, was neatly slashed. The expression of the warrior didn't show any struggle.

On the other hand, the other fighter attempted to do the same to Dylan's burning tongue. The sword and Dylan's skill collided. Dylan felt a piercing pain on his tongue. On the opposite side, the fighter braced himself, but he still flew away, suffering 3rd degree burns on his arms.

An inexplicable look appeared on his face. "Fucking hot! even with the armor, those flames still managed to burn my skin underneath. Damn it!"