Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 162 - 119: Young man, do you desire strength? (Extra for Mu Su Su’s tip)

Chapter 162: Chapter 119: Young man, do you desire strength? (Extra for Mu Su Su’s tip)

Wozworth’s words left Qin Chu somewhat stupefied. Had he just become part of the uncle generation?

A child? Are you referring to Lance?

Isn’t this guy a bit older than himself?

The other nobles around who heard this were all exchanging glances, wondering. The Emperor was actually calling the Hero a brother, and the smarter ones had already understood Wozworth’s intentions. The Royal Family intended to bridge the gap with the Hero, tethering the Hero to the chariot of the Royal Family.

Although the Hero’s current strength was quite weak, his two Super Order Powers were enough to ensure that the future Hero would become the strongest on the entire Sky Dome Continent.

Qin Chu’s ease in defeating Horn was proof of the Hero’s outstanding talent.

Wozworth was cleaning up after his own son.

And Lance’s face twisted drastically in an instant. With disbelief on his face, he looked at his father and then at Qin Chu, "Him? Uncle?"

Lance was about to explode with rage. What kind of joke was this?

He was the Prince of the strongest Empire on the Sky Dome Continent, the Oville Empire, the next in line for the throne.

He was exceptionally talented and possessed great strength at a young age.

He was supposed to call a man younger than himself ’Uncle’? And this man was even his rival in love?

Lance absolutely couldn’t accept this.

Although Wozworth had hired the best teachers for Lance from an early age, providing him with the finest education, Lance’s status had fostered a prideful character, and he failed to see that no matter how noble, there were times when one must bow their head.

His body was shaking uncontrollably with rage, and he glared at Qin Chu with eyes filled with hatred.

Lance’s reaction caused Wozworth’s gaze to gradually turn cold.

This fool, where had his usual cleverness and agility gone? Did he not see that this was making a mountain out of a molehill?

At the least, it was just a provocation, something that happened every day.

On a larger scale, it could be seen as deliberate sabotage against the united front against demons, including the Hero, the Empire, the Church Court, the Hero Team, and even the Great Sage of Wise Mountain.

Qin Chu was really cunning. With such a big hat thrown on, even the Prince could not withstand it.

Once someone seized this handle, there would be countless points of attack. For instance, by deliberately creating public opinion and forcing the Hero to leave the protection of the Imperial City before growing up, would one be accused of plotting the Hero’s murder?

For the first time, Wozworth had doubts about appointing Lance as the heir to the throne. His son failed to understand things that were so obvious to him. Could such a person truly manage a country well?

But now was not the time to consider these matters.

With an annoyed look, Wozworth kicked Lance in the stomach. The distinguished Prince’s face contorted with intense pain, his pale face beading with large drops of sweat that rolled down his cheeks: "Shut your mouth, where do all these damn words come from?"

"I call Qin a brother, doesn’t that make him your uncle? Aren’t you going to come over and apologize? Believe it or not, I will beat you up..."

You already did... Lance muttered to himself inwardly.

He wanted to resist, but upon seeing Wozworth’s rage, Lance, who knew his father’s temperament well, eventually held back.

According to rumors on the outside, he opposed the Emperor in order to marry Rose Vesper, which led to a fallout between father and son. The truth was that Lance had been chased around the Imperial Palace by an axe-wielding Wozworth...

If he continued to anger his father, the old man could very well humiliate him in public, not giving a damn about his status as the Prince, and beat him up ruthlessly.

Despite a thousand reasons of unwillingness in his heart, Lance still stood up, dusted the shoe print off his stomach, and glared at Qin Chu with eyes as red as blood. His lips were quivering non-stop; he knew that once these words came out, he would lose all face.

But looking at his father’s fierce face, he eventually had no choice but to grit his teeth and, with trembling lips, uttered in a nearly hoarse voice:

"Uncle Qin... I’m... sorry!"

At that moment, Qin Chu felt an immense satisfaction inside. The more miserable Lance was, the more thrilled Qin Chu became.

Damn, still able to laugh? Can you still laugh now?

Pity, if it weren’t for Wozworth being here, he would still need to be shown some respect. Otherwise, Qin Chu would have definitely rushed up and given this fellow a good thrashing.

However, even though he couldn’t disrespect Wozworth, Qin Chu had no regard for the Prince’s face. He was seen smiling warmly, and walking leisurely to Lance, whose eyes were about to split with rage. To Lance’s surprise, Qin Chu actually raised a hand and gently patted his face with a slap, slap. The force wasn’t much, but the insult was severe.

While patting him gently, Qin Chu also said, ’Children are a bit rash; it’s understandable. As an elder, I, as his uncle, won’t hold it against him.’

"But this must be disciplined properly. Otherwise, he’ll grow up to be a brat."

Lance’s teeth were grinding, making creaking noises, and it seemed as if there were even traces of blood between his teeth from the excessive force.

His lungs were about to burst with fury. He had never been so angry in his life, his face twisted into a grotesque snarl, his eyes, now splitting at the corners, filled with venom.

His fingers were shaking uncontrollably, and he didn’t even know how much willpower it took to suppress the urge to rush up and kill this bastard right there and then.

Humiliation.

An unprecedented humiliation since the day he was born.

And around him, many nobles were also looking at each other. Even though they knew it wasn’t good to laugh, holding it in was just too hard, and their faces were twisted up.

"Alright, your Uncle Qin is a magnanimous person and won’t take it to heart, so why are you still standing there? Scram!" Wozworth immediately roared at Lance, who was still standing there, shaking all over.

The hunchbacked Prince Lance, trembling in every limb, left the scene; his teeth were nearly gnashing to pieces.

Qin Chu... The humiliation you have given me today, I will repay it double.

Wozworth’s gaze swept over the surrounding nobles, and the crowd scattered. A few people walked out from the crowd and dragged away Horn and his people; one could well imagine their fates, as Wozworth wouldn’t let them continue to exist in this world.

But the Emperor, preoccupied with a myriad of state affairs, did not leave. Qin Chu smiled and walked up to Nadia.

Nadia’s face remained calm as if the recent events had nothing to do with her.

"Miss Nadia, thank you for being willing to stand up and testify for me just now," Qin Chu expressed his gratitude.

Nadia shook her head slightly, "I merely stated what I heard, that’s all."

"By the way, Miss Nadia, Violet has just arrived in the Imperial City and is very interested in the pastries here. Could you help introduce some to Violet?" Qin Chu made a gentlemanly request to Nadia.

Nadia nodded without overthinking it and led Angelica and Violet into the pastry shop, leaving Qin Chu and Wozworth alone on the spacious street.

Nicholas and his soldiers were expelled, and some of the Royal Guard completely sealed off the area, preventing anyone from approaching.

After the surroundings gradually quieted down, Wozworth suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence, "Qin, your strength has improved rapidly, hasn’t it?"

Though Horn is a fool, his strength is quite impressive. Qin Chu’s ease in defeating Horn suggests that he gained great benefits during his eight days away from the Imperial City.

Qin Chu felt somewhat embarrassed, "The power of ’Companions of Justice’ is strong. Nadia wiped out tens of thousands of the Minotaur Army, and although I didn’t contribute much, I gained a little something by association."

Wozworth was greatly envious; it was practically like cheating.

Then, as if feeling somewhat tired, the veins on the back of his hand stood out as he pressed two fingers to his forehead, looking a bit pained.

It took Wozworth over ten seconds to recover.

Emperor?

He might look impressive, but the pressure he endures is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The internal strife within the Royal Family, the conflicts between the Nobles and the Royals, the clash between royal power and godly authority...

"With the Nobles inside, the Holy Court and the Earth Mother Goddess Sect outside... and the selected heir is an idiot, utterly infatuated with Rose Vesper..." He sounded like an overworked middle-aged employee on Earth, complaining about the stress accumulated in his heart.

Gone was his previous commanding presence; he resembled a lion in its twilight years.

He was confiding in Qin Chu, a very shrewd man who understood that showing one’s feelings was not a sign of weakness but a way to close the distance between them.

...

Meanwhile.

Prince Lance returned to the palace in a furious rage.

His light brown eyes were bloodshot, turning a vivid red.

The unprecedented humiliation brought unprecedented anger; never in his life had Lance been so insulted, and the memory of apologizing to Qin Chu still burned.

Being slapped repeatedly by a bastard younger than himself, who claimed to be an elder not bothered by a ’little kid’ like him...

His blood boiled to his head, and Lance’s teeth grated so hard they seemed close to shattering.

He was like a completely crazed dog, furiously destroying everything in his room—fine porcelain, glass, anything breakable became shards on the floor.

The sounds coming from his throat were the suppressed, crazed roars of a beast.

In his eyes lingered a venomous, hateful resentment.

Qin Chu... the bastard.

Someday I’ll kill you...

Everyone knew that the Prince was in a terrible mood; the attendants outside didn’t dare approach, lest they accidentally get slain by Prince Lance—that would truly be a death in vain!

Dressed in tattered clothes and disheveled hair, where was any semblance of Prince Lance’s majestic demeanor at this moment?

Qin Chu, that damned bastard, was just a mere Hero, what’s the big deal? How dare he humiliate me?

That damned old man favored Qin Chu so much that he even made me apologize to Qin Chu in front of so many people, utterly losing face... Damn it, if I were only strong enough, if I weren’t inferior to that old man...

Lance’s mind replayed the words Qin Chu had said before.

"We just spent a few lovely nights together; I will always cherish that time."

Ahhh...

Like a wounded beast, Lance wailed in pain, his hands violently tearing at his hair, filled with inner torment.

Just the thought of Qin Chu having already defiled and taken Rose Vesper, the pure and beautiful, filled him with intense pain, jealousy, and hatred, pushing him nearly to the brink of insanity.

In Lance’s heart, Rose Vesper was always pure and beautiful, a faith he couldn’t allow to be shattered.

Rose Vesper was his, and only he was worthy of enjoying her perfect body.

How I wish to kill Qin Chu...

But he couldn’t, for even if he wanted to act, the Holy Court, the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, the power of Wise Mountain would all stop him, even his father would prevent him.

Damn it, he lacked the power.

If only he could possess a power as great as his father’s... no, greater than his father’s, unmatched throughout the entire Sky Dome Continent... then he could kill Qin Chu without restraint.

His soul, filled with pain, hatred, and a longing for power, was teetering on the verge of collapse.

In his extreme state of consciousness, it seemed Lance had made a connection with some mysterious entity.

A strange whisper echoed in his ears:

"Young man, do you crave power?"

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