Legendary Architect of Apocalypse

"Is the Ashborn family really that great?"

Elias Ashborn might have been a descendant of the Ashborn Family, but he didn't believe himself to be the same person.

He couldn't accept being a part of the family that took everything from him. He was not Elias Ashborn. He was just a person who had taken over this body.

This family had nothing to do with him. If anything, they were a target for him. He needed to find out everything he could about them.

He couldn't afford to let a false relationship imprison him, making him forget the reason he was here.

This place was not his heaven. This was not his afterlife. This place was only one thing for him. It was an opportunity. It was an opportunity to repay the favor of what they had done to his family.

As the man heard Elias's question , he couldn't hide the surprise on his face. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the question came from a descendant of the Ashborn family.

"To call the Ashborn family, great, would be an understatement," he said, not even keeping his voice down anymore.

"The family may have grown somewhat weaker over the years, but they still hold immense influence. Their name alone carries incredible value, to the point that the Dimensional Academy doesn't even dare test descendants for qualification."

"You will understand the value this name holds, and the burden that comes with it, when you enter the Academy for the awakening ceremony."

Following his explanation, there was a period of absolute silence. The man also realized that he might have gone a bit too far. No matter what, how could he raise his voice against a descendant of the Ashborn Family?

"Apologies. I shouldn't have raised my voice. I... I didn't know what took over me. I will take my leave." He stood up, unable to hide the guilt he was feeling.

Before Elias could say anything, the man stepped out of the room, disappearing in the shadows. The door closed on its own.

"After everything that happened, what's wrong with a little scolding? He didn't have to run away," Elias mumbled, lying back on the bed.

After talking to the servant, Elias realized that the people of this family treated the Ashborn Family like gods. Even after knowing what they were doing, no one had any objections to it.

Even the servants of this family didn't care about anything other than the interests of the family. No matter how good the servant was to him, he couldn't trust that person.

If he wanted to take the family down, he had to do it alone. And the first step towards his goal was a successful awakening. He needed a Destructive Class that could bring the world down to its knees.

Although it was disgusting, he had the blood of the Ashborn Family. His chances of awakening such a class were much higher. He was even looking forward to the awakening ceremony tomorrow.

....

For most of the night, Elias stayed in his room, unable to sleep. He was thinking about the awakening ceremony and the class that he might awaken.

It was the most important thing for him. Only with a good class, he could bring the Gods of this world down to their knees.

It was only when he heard the sounds of celebration coming from outside, he started paying attention to his surroundings.

At first, he wasn't interested. It was clear that a celebratory banquet was being thrown for the bastard of the family that destroyed his world.

Eventually, curiosity got the best of him. He decided to check out the people of the family, especially the so-called father of the person he had possessed. He couldn't stay hidden in his room forever.

Elias stood up and walked over to the door. As he was only going to check out the banquet for a brief moment, he didn't care about changing his clothes.

He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to open the door.

"Hmm? It's locked from outside?"

Everything started making sense to him. He might be a son of the Ashborn Family, but it was evident that he wasn't wanted.

The Lord of the Ashborn Family didn't care about him. As for the Lady of the Family, she was even worse.

They didn't even treat him like a son, as if worried that he might embarrass them. Let alone invite him to the banquet, they didn't even allow him to step out of his room when special guests were here.

"Since you want to keep me here, that makes me want to go out even more."

Normally, he wouldn't have been so impulsive. But he couldn't accept the fact that these people were enjoying the death of everything he held dear.

He went back to his bed and picked up the bedsheet, wrapping it around his body to give him some cushion. After preparing, he ran forward with all his might, hitting the door with his shoulder.

There was a loud thud, but the sound was buried in the music that was being played outside. Meanwhile, the door only moved a little, but didn't break.

It was not a door that could be broken with the strength of a young boy, who was barely twelve years old. Elias should have stopped before he injured himself more.

Albeit, he wasn't prepared. He was like a wounded beast that wanted freedom. He ignored the pain and the risks. He stepped back, and once again ran with all his might.

Again, and again, he kept slamming on the door with all his mother. Even after his shoulder dislocated, he didn't stop. He was like a person that had been obsessed.

Initially, no one paid attention to the sound of the door being banged. But with each passing second, the sound became louder and louder until someone finally noticed it.

A middle aged man signalled for the music to be stopped, certain that he heard some strange sound.

After the music stopped, the sound became even more clear. Everyone was able to locate it. It was coming from a room that was barely noticeable.

"Is that the room of..." Amidst the crowd, there was also a Head of the Ashborn Family. He was looking at the door, his eyes narrowing.

"It is nothing. We just keep a pet beast there. It occasionally goes wild." The Lady of the House took the lead, convincing everyone that they didn't need to pay attention to it.

"Resume the music. Let's get back to the celebration!" She told the musicians that were especially hired.

"It is risky to keep a pet that keeps going wild. You should find an opportunity to put it down, or it might be dangerous," one of the guests to the Lady of the House.

The lady smiled, agreeing with the other person. "You might be right. We will take care of it later."

She raised her glass of wine, giving a toast to her son. She could see her husband still paying attention to the room, but she held his hand innocently, taking her back to her son.

Everyone had almost stopped paying attention to the door, when they heard a sound even louder.

The impossible had been achieved. The door had been broken by a child who was only twelve years old. What they saw, left then aghast.

It was a young boy whose head was bleeding, which painted most of his face red. He truly looked less like a human and more like an injured beast.

The boy had his body wrapped in a bedsheet that was also covered in his blood. The boy removed the bedsheet, only using his left hand as his right shoulder had clearly been dislocated.