Chapter : 3 Poo Sensation

In the opulent halls of Gremory Castle, Zeoticus and Venelana anxiously awaited their son and daughter-in-law, hopeful for positive news about their grandson. A crimson magic circle materialized, revealing Grafiya with young Dylan in her arms.

Rushing towards her, Zeoticus inquired urgently, "What did Ajuka say?" Grafiya's eyes conveyed disappointment as she delivered the unsettling news, "He doesn't possess any demonic energy; he's born without it."

Zeoticus, grappling with disbelief, exclaimed, "How is this possible? He's Sirzechs' son. Even if he lacks the power of destruction, there's no conceivable way for him to be devoid of demonic energy."

Concern etched on his face, Zeoticus inquired about Sirzechs' whereabouts. Grayfia informed him that Sirzechs was still with Ajuka. "I guess there must be a way for him to gain at least demonic energy. Let's wait for the good news from Sirzechs," Zeoticus added before leaving.

Left alone, Venelana shared her worries with Grafiya, "I hope Ajuka has a solution. Living under the name of Gremory without any powers will be hell for my grandson. I just hope he can be cured." With these words, Venelana departed.

As Grayfia held Dylan close, her gaze fixed on the infant. "Don't worry, your father will undoubtedly return with a cure," she reassured.

With those comforting words, she returned to her room, gently placing Dylan in the cradle. Taking care to ensure his well-being, she assigned the previous two maid to attend to his needs. The hushed ambiance of the room held the weight of uncertainty as Dylan was lost in thoughts as everything unfolded infront of his eyes.

In Dylan's understanding of unfolding events, he found himself seemingly devoid of any power, contemplating his role as a seemingly insignificant young master – a narrative he had encountered in stories from his previous life.

However, a smile graced his face as he pondered, "If I'm reincarnated, surely there must be some advantageous abilities bestowed upon me," his thoughts reflecting his infantile musings.

Closing his eyes with a sense of determination, he mused, "All I need is to focus, and I'll start feeling something, gain some superpowers." Dylan, in his infantile wisdom, even mimicked concentration with a diamond sign near his abdomen while laying on his cradle. Soon, a newfound sensation coursed through his body, prompting Dylan to think, "Wait, I can feel something."

" Here it comes!" He exclaimed.

Only to be met with confusion upon opening his eyes. "What? I don't feel any difference," he mused.

In the room, the maids suddenly caught a whiff, and one of them muttered, "What is this smell?" Both turned their attention towards Dylan. "It seems like the young master pooped again," the maid announced as she proceeded to address the situation.

Embarrassment crossed Dylan's thoughts, "So that sensation was actually a poo sensation." Sighing, he added, " Well at least now I'll be able to control the unwanted poop." The whimsical blend of disappointment and acceptance echoed in the air.

Meanwhile, Sirzechs and Ajuka sat across from each other at a table with a box between them. Ajuka carefully opened the box, revealing the King Chess piece inside, emanating a vibrant blend of red and black energy.

Breaking the silence, Ajuka remarked, "Do not bring your son here. I will visit the Gremory castle tomorrow as I need some preparation before planting it in him," he stated with a determined tone.

To be continued..

------------

Author Note : Sorry for the short chapter it won't happen again and please give your power stone for support.