Calamity Upon This World

This was practically a dream to him ever since Williams birth; this is all he had ever wanted—not to have to clip their child's wings and let him fly freely.

To not have to worry about dragons knocking on their door just because they allowed him to use the gift he was born with.

To allow their child to be happy and live out his dreams instead of being scared for his safety.

If it were up to Rex or Myra, they'd without hesitation choose to have a non-talented kid they could easily protect and keep safe.

Instead of the second-ever divine aspect in history, who's destined to ascend to godhood and has quite literally the world itself trying to kill him,

Sure, Rex and Myra were considered overpowered by mortal standards, but at the end of the day, they were just two people, and even despite their strengths, there was only so much they could do.

Even Rex knew that the only reason he was able to protect William for so long was because he'd only been fighting S-SSS-grade dragons instead of true-born dragons.

Even he doesn't know if he can come out unscathed against a true-born dragon.

Which is why he had been desperately training nonstop ever since William was born, which allowed him to now be recognised as one of the strongest humans in the world.

Almost as if sensing his father's worries, William smiled as he said.

"No, father, I would never joke about such a thing."

"While I haven't found a way to completely free myself from my flaw, I have at least found a way to suppress it to the point that my life won't be in mortal danger every time I use mana."

"How?? " Both Rex and Myra exclaimed in unison.

They didn't really doubt William, as he has no reason to lie to them, but they did think that someone had scammed their innocent son, in which case they were going to make sure to make the perpetrator pay.

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"It was conveyed to me in a dream," William said playfully.

"Elaborate." Both of them asked, thinking about scolding William for joking about such things with them.

"Ok, so basically, I have inherited the legacy of the God of Mana," William said nonchalantly, not caring about how absurd his words were.

"What the fuck?!!" Both of them screamed in horror at what they heard.

God of Mana, aka the first person to have ever owned a divine aspect in history,.

No one knew his real name, but according to the church of Mana, which was also the most popular church in the world, as well as the church from which the nun who died back during Williams birth belonged,

Thankfully, for them, a hydra had shown up trying to kill William that day, so they could pin all the blame on it.

But still, out of guilt over what happened, the Verhein household preferred to try and avoid that church instead, opting for either the church of light or the church of dreams.

But to now hear that their son had inherited the legacy of that very same God almost made them consider that their son had developed some sort of mental illness from the frequent attempts at his life.

After all, what other explanation would even make sense?

While the existence of ancient powers allowing people to inherit legacies of powerful historical events wasn't something exactly unheard of.

But no one had ever inherited a god's legacy.

And even ignoring the fact that ancient powers are supposed to be impossibly hard to find, that people spend their whole lives trying to find one.

And even when they do, they need to go through nearly impossible-to-survive, life-threatening traps and tests just to claim it.

And yet here was their son, proclaiming to have acquired the legacy of a fucking god despite barely having ever left their mansion.

Are they supposed to believe that the legacy of a god was just resting in their own house?

What other explanation for just ridiculousness could even be there other than their son being delusional?

And yet, when they looked at his expression, it didn't look like the face of a delusional or insane person.

But rather a person who had everything planned out and now only seeked their approval.

So they decided to once again trust in their son, hoping to not regret it in the future, as Myra asked.

"Ok, so for a second, let's believe that you magically obtained the legacy of a god."

"Why would he choose to help you, a complete stranger?" She asked, her voice still containing clear scepticism.

Well, here's the rough part: he can't exactly tell his parents that he was going to risk his life because God had given him some advice out of boredom.

He had thought a lot about what would be a convincing argument to let his parents let their 10-year-old child travel to the most dangerous continent in the world.

And after a lot of thinking, he had a good excuse.

"According to what Zephyr has told me throughout history, I'm the only person with talent similar to his own, so he has chosen to pass on his legacy to me."

"This is also the reason why he has advised me of a way to suppress my flaw so that I can properly inherit his powers," Williams said, his smile resembling that of a con man.

But Rex and Myra were too shocked by what he had said to care about his expression right now.

After a few seconds of contemplation, they started the questioning.

Wasn't their son supposed to have terrible luck? So how could he be born with a divine aspect—the highest affinity for man—arguably comparable to the God of man—and now he's even managed to become the disciple of said God?

But even despite being convinced about whether their son was telling the truth or not, they still had too many questions that needed answering.

"Wait, but why would...?"

Now that he had explained his main reasoning, it was time to answer some questions so he could convince them about the validity of his plans.