Chapter 616 - 614: Aaron Sinclair’s Memory Awakening

Chapter 616: Chapter 614: Aaron Sinclair’s Memory Awakening

"Mm-hmm."

Javier Sinclair grunted in agreement.

"This thing really is pretty useless."

When he refined it, he’d intended to turn the Evil Eye into a mere decoration. As a result, besides serving as a lamp, its only other use was as a storage repository. Otherwise, it would just be taking up space.

Of course, its supposed uselessness was only in the hands of a Cultivator.

Anywhere else, a Space Treasure in the hands of an ordinary person would be a protagonist’s ultimate cheat item. Think of all those stories about hoarding supplies during an apocalypse or stockpiling goods in ancient times. Every one of those protagonists who transmigrated with a personal dimension lived a life of luxury.

As he spoke, Javier Sinclair casually put the Evil Eye away.

They had dealt with the Evil Eye that sought to use the living beings of this world as sacrifices. Next on the agenda was the Death Resentment Energy flooding into this world.

Celeste Grant looked up at the sky. The crack that had split open the heavens had not vanished, and a ceaseless stream of Death Resentment Energy was still pouring into their world.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Where is all this Death Resentment Energy coming from? This lifeless aura tinged with a hint of rot is truly unsettling."

Javier Sinclair extended a finger, and a wisp of black qi solidified at its tip. "This kind of Death Resentment Energy usually comes from the Netherol. For Ghost Cultivators, it’s a great boon—a shortcut to raising their Cultivation. But for the ordinary people of this world, it’s a catastrophe."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Let’s put that aside for now and cut off the source of this Death Resentment Energy. Look at this world—the sun and moon are gone, it’s completely lifeless. It feels like the end of the world."

And in truth, it was. If they hadn’t been here, this world really would have faced its apocalypse.

"Mm."

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly.

He held out his hand, palm open, and a golden rune materialized. With a wave of his hand, Javier Sinclair sent the rune flying directly into the fissure. After the golden rune vanished, the crack in the sky slowly closed and disappeared.

"There. Once I absorb and refine all this Death Resentment Energy, the world will return to normal."

As the words left his lips, Celeste Grant grabbed his hand and whispered, "Wait a second, did we forget something?"

At her words, the two exchanged a look, their thoughts simultaneously turning to their darling son. From the moment the void fissure appeared and the black qi flooded the world, they had revealed themselves in public. Their son must have seen them.

Their gazes fell in unison to the ground below.

With a single glance, they spotted Aaron Sinclair standing on the courtyard wall. Their son was frozen in place, his head tilted slightly upward as he stared at them, unable to move.

Meeting her son’s searching gaze, Celeste Grant felt a pang of guilt.

She laughed nervously. "Hahaha, son, it seems we forgot about you."

"Don’t worry, Mom’s about to release the Magic for you."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and Aaron Sinclair, who had been frozen on the courtyard wall, was finally able to move again.

Now able to move, Aaron Sinclair, still standing on the wall, rolled his stiff neck. Only then did he look back up at the sky.

’Are those my parents?’

’I wouldn’t mistake them for anyone else.’

Aaron Sinclair opened his mouth, but it took a long moment before he could squeeze out a single sentence. "Oh my god, Mom, you guys were hiding this deep! You even fooled me." He had always thought his parents were ordinary people. Ha! What kind of ordinary people could fly?

He thought of the giant hand that had appeared in the sky earlier—that was his dad. He thought of his mom casting her Magic, freezing everyone in this world. This meant everything his parents had told him before was true, not a joke.

’I have a mom who pursues Cultivation and a dad who’s a Demon?’

"So what you said was true?"

As his voice faded, a voice entered his ears with perfect clarity. "Son, we already told you about this. You were the one who didn’t believe it."

He could even detect a hint of schadenfreude in his dad’s tone.

Aaron Sinclair clutched his head and couldn’t help but let out a scream, on the verge of freaking out.

"AHH... My god, who would believe something like that?! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it either."

He should have guessed sooner. His parents were always weird, and in hindsight, the clues were there. He’d just been so convinced that his parents needed his protection. Especially his gentle mother, who couldn’t even bear to step on an ant.

Just as he was speaking, he felt the black qi around him surge straight into his body.

Aaron Sinclair raised his hand, staring at it in a slight daze. "What’s happening?"

He hadn’t been affected by the Death Resentment Energy, nor had he turned into a mindless monster that only knew how to tear at the living, like the others.

But at that moment, the Death Resentment Energy in the air, as if it had found a breakthrough point, began to pour into him endlessly.

"Holy crap, stay away!"

The guards in the manor had lost their self-awareness after being tainted by the black qi, and he had no desire to end up like them.

He took a step back, leaping down from the courtyard wall. But when his feet touched the ground, the black qi, as if it had eyes, didn’t stop just because he had moved. Instead, it followed him, continuing to pour into his body without end.

"Mom, help!"

"Why does this black qi keep drilling into me?"

He wanted to reject the black qi, but strangely, his body instinctively wanted to absorb more. An even stronger impulse rose within him, an urge to suck all of it dry. The feeling was intense.

’No way... what am I doing?’

Just then, a voice entered his ears. "Calm your mind and focus. Guide the Death Resentment Energy entering your body and convert it into Demonic Qi."

The voice was deep and commanding, and it instantly calmed Aaron Sinclair’s mind. He had unconditional faith in his parents. So, since his dad had said this, it meant the black qi wouldn’t cause him any harm.

He closed his eyes and relaxed his body. At that moment, the Death Resentment Energy between heaven and earth grew even more frenzied, swarming into his body all at once.

Acting on instinct, Aaron Sinclair somehow knew how to guide the black qi. Most importantly, it was as if his mind and hands had a will of their own. He expertly formed seals, guiding the Death Resentment Energy that entered him and even converting it into a power he couldn’t comprehend.

’Strange! How do I know how to do this?!’

’No, that’s not right.’

’Who am I?’

’I must have another identity.’

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a wall of ice appear in his consciousness.

He reached out and touched it gently. The next moment, the ice wall shattered and dissipated. At the same time, countless memories flooded into his mind.

There were memories of his parents.

Of Aunt Nerida, and of Elder Lawson and the others.

And of Elder Sawyer’s group.

There were memories of the days in the Bloodfiend Den, when his Alchemy attempts ended in exploding cauldrons.

And further back, memories of the Cunmere Realm...

In the real world, the slender youth, wreathed in black qi, slowly rose into the air.