Chapter 173: Destroyed Dreams

Chapter 173: Destroyed Dreams

They fell into a tense silence as Kon's ominous words hung in the air, sending a shiver down Delias spine. Kon's piercing gaze swept across them, devoid of warmth or mercy.

As if satisfied with their silence, Kon turned around and walked back to his cabin nonchalantly, as if daring them to attack. However, Delia knew what would happen if they made the wrong move. Expecting her uncle and father to be furious, Delia was surprised to find her father smiling and her uncle chuckling.

He would have made a good clan head, her father mused, the comment stinging Delia.

She clenched her teeth, determined not to show her inner turmoil. Straightening up, Delia deduced that Kon's words must not have carried harmful intentions, given her father and uncles reactions. "Right, with an empty threat like that-"

Empty? Her uncle interjected, still smiling.

He would have definitely struck first if we hadn't backed off," her father added, satisfaction etched on his face. "That kid truly lives up to the clan name. I'm almost tempted to abandon our other plans and make him the clan head."This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

A sour feeling enveloped Delia upon hearing their praise. She never felt good enough, constantly compared to her cousin and burdened by the clan's expectations. She clenched her fist, knowing she would never measure up, no matter how hard she tried.

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The audacity of themthey had come here and tried to intimidate me just after I had buried Bets. I knew my worth to the clan, and if they expected blind obedience, they would be sorely mistaken.

Right now, I preferred them over any other random clan. However, it wasn't as though I couldn't afford to lose them, I didn't rely on the clan as much as they relied on me. Especially after the Kuro Clan incident, where I single-handedly defeated an ultimate-class demon in combat.

Entering the small town, I was confident that my clan wouldn't harm Bets or desecrate his grave. Nonetheless, I had Carpy on watch, using his heightened senses to cover the entire town and beyond.

Ever since my arrival, I had spent each day exploring different restaurants. By the end of the month, I hoped to discover the best eateries around after sampling them all. As for my training, I limited it to eight hours a day to avoid potential setbacks.

Walking into a ramen shop, I called out to the owner, "Excuse me, can I have a bowl of miso ramen?"

"Coming right up!"

Days passed, and I found myself in my simple cabin, engrossed in one-finger handstand push-ups. The furniture was plain, but I preferred it that way. Although one-finger push-ups weren't particularly effective as a training method, I had recently taken up the challenge and found them surprisingly easy. It felt incredibly cool to accomplish such a feat.

"I really need some sort of gravity training," I muttered to myself, frustrated. Unfortunately, I didn't know anyone with the power to increase gravity who would be willing to serve as my training partner.

Suddenly, two soft knocks interrupted my thoughts, causing my sweat to fly off and drain into the toilet. Carpy, who was working on something underground in the town, always kept an eye on me. He was quite the worrier.

"I'm coming," I called out, quickly throwing on a shirt.

As I opened the door, I was met by a young boy who appeared dwarf-like. His oversized glasses and teary-eyed expression made him seem on the verge of crying. "I-Is t-This Kon, the Elite E-Exorcist-"

"Yes, I'm Kon," I interrupted, not wanting to wait for him to finish his question. At first glance, he seemed unassuming, but he possessed one of the most powerful healing Special Abilities. His childlike appearance was actually a side effect of his ability.

"Are you Germa?" I asked, although it was merely a formality.

"Y-Yes, sir. I am Senior Exorcist Germa," he replied, bowing his head. "I was in the same Expert Exam as you, but unfortunately, I failed the first test."

With the doctor's evident lack of confidence, I couldn't help but question his abilities despite his impressive healing power. However, I needed a new eye and was hopeful that my actions hadn't affected his skills.

"Can you provide me with a new eye? Specifically, a demon eye. I happen to have some stored in my fridge," I stated, causing the doctor to tremble and tears to well up in his eyes.

Y-You k-keep eyes in y-your fridge? He regarded me as if I were the crazy one.

"Not in the same fridge where I store my food, of course," I reassured him. I certainly didn't want my food contaminated with unpleasant demon fluids. "But let's get back to the main question. Can you assist me in implanting a new demon eye?"

I removed my eyepatch, revealing the partially healed hole in my skull, surrounded by raw flesh.

D-Demon eye? I-I Thats i-impossible, the demonic energy would be too close to the brain. It would kill you within a day or two at most, he explained.

Just like that, my aspirations of obtaining a discount Sharingan went out of the window, and that was fucking heartbreaking.