Ch19.
Grandfather, this is an alien art. Its value is immeasurable.
Dax's tone was calm… calculated.
In a blink, a book appeared in his hand.
An art derived from the Killer Series.
"Grandfather, this technique is called I Am Death," Dax said.
"This art allows its user to relive the deaths of those they have killed. If they endure it, they gain the opportunity to forge something known as a Killer Seed."
"To experience death by your own hands can shatter the mind. But if trained properly… one may attain numbness."
He spoke like a teacher — yet his eyes never left the old man, observing every flicker of emotion.
Hearing this, Grandfather's eyes widened.
"This is dangerous. It resembles the demonic technique that turns men into killing machines."
"No," Dax replied calmly.
"This is not demonic. This is clarity.
"Imagine a mind that achieves stillness where judgment fades, where every path is laid bare before the soul."
He closed the book.
"This art only becomes dangerous in the wrong hands."
Realization struck the old man. His face hardened.
"My boy… I hope no one else knows of this technique?"
Concern filled his voice.
"Dax, you cannot reveal such an art casually. Humanity is greedy. Everything with value attracts desire."
Dax understood. He decided, in that moment, to temper his carelessness.
"Tell me," Grandfather asked quietly,
"How did you overcome the nature of this technique?"
Dax answered without hesitation.
"Grandfather… all my life, I understood one truth — I could die at any moment."
His eyes turned distant.
"So I learned how to die."
"It became my way… long before anyone taught me."
The old man felt his heart tighten.
His son had left long ago in pursuit of tge blood river, his location is unknown.
The mother had been kidnapped by the blood river.
And this child… had been left alone.
Grandfather turned away in silence.
"I never knew you suffered like this…"
Dax smiled faintly.
He had reached grandfather.
"My child… I will compensate your suffering."
"I am placing you in charge of the Wyvern Squad."
"The Wyvern Squad — the elite force that guards the Fall Family."
"I have no interest in such things," Dax replied lightly.
"I may look young… but my bones are not what they used to be."
"Keep the art. Build your own force. Make your name known."
The old man chuckled.
"Be ready this evening. We will have a banquet. And please — don't arrive wearing only a robe around your waist."
"Grandfather… I cannot accept this," Dax said.
"I am not strong enough."
Inside, he laughed.
Grandfather stepped closer.
"You hide your strength well. But there is one thing you cannot hide."
"The unease that surrounds the strong."
"Your scent betrays you. Though you act weak… that never changed."
"Your gaze is one of control, not fear."
Dax froze.
This man…
"He had seen through me from the beginning."
Dax scratched his head lightly with his weapon's hilt, stunned.
—-
"My god… what is that blade in your hand?"
His grandfather changed the topic instantly and snatched Cil from his grip.
He studied her carefully.
The patterns along the blade shimmered faintly.
Dax stiffened.
He remembered how impulsive this man was but he said nothing.
Suddenly, Cil hummed violently, shaking free
in a flash, she vanished back into Dax's hand.
Grandfather's eyes widened.
"It can't be… a divine relic."
His heart sank.
How did this boy obtain such a thing?
What has he been through? Within himself tried to remember Dax age.
He steadied himself.
"How did you acquire such a weapon?" he asked.
Dax only placed a finger against his lips — smiling.
"I don't know about divine weapons," Dax said quietly.
"But… I believe you should bond with Heaven Piercer."
Grandfather's mind shook.
That cube… is it truly of this caliber?
A chill ran through him.
Is this child… a walking golden finger or something?