Legendary Architect of Apocalypse

"It's a boy?"

Many guests were unable to hide their surprise as they subconsciously looked towards the Lady of the Ashborn Family.

Hadn't she said that it was some crazy beast inside that room? Why did it turn out to be a boy? Who was that boy?

Some of the guests were more perceptive than the rest. They easily noticed the similarities in characteristics between the young boy and the Lord of the House.

They had heard that the Ashborn Family also had another child who was twelve years old. Was this the child?

They felt uncomfortable, as if they had seen something that they shouldn't have seen. Even though they realized the identity of the boy, they kept their mouth shut, not wanting to say anything.

The Lord of the House, still silent, gazed at the young boy. His expressions were unreadable, unlike his wife who was like an open book.

The lady of the house was almost gnashing her teeth at the sight of Elias, the child that should have lived his life away from the limelight.

She was even worried about his intentions. Just what was he planning? If he said anything unexpected, it might be too embarrassing for the Ashborn Family as there were many representatives of the other families here.

The long period of silence was only broken when one ignorant man asked, "Lord Ashborn, who is this?"

"This is my youngest son." Lord Ashborn said, without the slightest shift in his expressions.

He couldn't lie about it, especially since Elias was already going to attend the awakening ceremony tomorrow.

Though many knew about Elias' existence, the child born from the woman Lord Ashborn had loved most, they didn't know the complicated truth. This was also the child Lord Ashborn resented most.

Initially, Elias didn't even know what his so-called father in this life looked like. Fortunately, he made his identity clear by answering the question.

"Greetings, father." Even if he looked battered and broken, Elias gave a greeting to the man.

Elias didn't expect a response from the man that barely acknowledged him. After all, he truly didn't consider him family in the first place. For him, this was all but an illusion that he had to break someday.

He walked past the guests, drops of his blood falling on the ground, creating a trail.

"Elias, what are you doing outside? Weren't you feeling sick?" The Lady of the House took the lead, trying to gain control of the situation.

Elias simply ignored her, not even acknowledging her presence. He walked past the entire group, reaching the table where the food and snacks for the guests were prepared.

He picked up a plate that was filled with something to eat, using his only hand that was still functioning.

He carried the plate, and returned to his room, not uttering a single more sentence. At the doorway, he paused, casting a chilling glance back at the guests.

"Enjoy your celebration," he said, his voice laced with a bitter irony. "It's not often my dear brother successfully destroys a world."

"That brat!"

The boy, barely seventeen years old, clenched his fist as he glared at Elias' back. This was supposed to be his day. It was a day to celebrate his achievements, but that brat had taken the limelight from him.

Many guests were looking at Lord Ashborn, thinking that he was at least going to send people to help Elias heal.

Unfortunately, the reality was even more chilling. Lord Ashborn simply turned his back to Elias' room, telling the servants to change all the snacks on the table.

He pretended as if nothing had happened, as the celebration came back on track. The only thing that was different was that Lord Ashborn could occasionally be seen frowning.

....

Elias closed the door after returning to his room. He could hear the sound of celebrations returning to the hallway, but he didn't care.

He placed the plate on the bed and walked closer to the wall with his dislocated shoulder. Although he hadn't personally done it in the past, he had seen many people correct their dislocated shoulders with force.

He tried to imitate the same thing, not expecting any help to be sent for him. But this was not a movie. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't do it. If anything, it hurt even more.

As he was about to give up, he heard a cracking noise on his last try. His shoulder was finally at the right place. It worked.

Next, he walked to his wardrobe and brought the first aid box. Looking in the mirror, he started clearing his wounds.

The pain was almost killing him, but not as much as the hunger. After giving himself first aid, he walked back to the bed and started eating.

As the food was prepared for important guests, it was truly delicious. It was definitely a thousand times better than anything he had eaten on earth during the end times.

"If she was here, she would have loved these sweets."

He didn't know exactly when it happened, but his eyes started getting wet. The sweets didn't feel so sweet anymore, but it was enough to save him from hunger.

He only finished half the plate and put it aside, falling on the bed in weakness. He fell asleep out of exhaustion.

....

"Young Master, it's time to leave! You are going to be late for the awakening ceremony!'

Elias woke with a dull throbbing in his shoulder. He hadn't slept this deeply in what felt like a lifetime. The repeated knocking and the servant's anxious voice dragged him back to reality.

"The awakening ceremony. Right."

He glanced at the half-eaten plate next to the bed.

"I'll be there in a moment," he called out, immediately getting up from the bed.

He didn't know exactly what kind of place he was going to, but he had to change his clothes. He couldn't go there with bloody clothes.

The Ashborn Family wasn't going to stop him from the Awakening as a descendant being scared of the awakening meant he wasn't confident in the bloodline.

To save the dignity of the bloodline, they had to let Elias take the awakening. Especially since many people had known about his existence already.