Rebirth: Childhood friend of the heroine

Very few things, Alex knows about the Ruling Gods who govern the upper realm. And that knowledge as well, comes from his last life. After all, this world doesn't know anything about the upper realm as of now.

Solaris, the God of the Sun—someone who shouldn't have been interfering with the lower world like Nebula was actually, using one of the humans to get rid of Alex? But why?

"You aren't joking with me, right?" Alex asked, a deep frown marring his face.

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Raze chuckled; an ugly guttural voice resonated in the room as he said, "Look at me...I am fading, young man, and this is no sorcery, but divine punishment."

True to his words, Raze's body was slowly disintegrating. His skin was getting peeled off, his eyes were getting sunk in, and his skin color was darkening each second.

'Is this guy—no, I should ask him first.' Alex approached the older one and asked, "What is inside me? And why did Solaris ask you to kill me?"

There were a lot of questions he had in mind however, Alex's curse and Solaris's intention held priority. During the Tournament, he would be doomed if the Ruling Gods held animosity against him.

Raze coughed; instead of blood, dark liquid tainted the floor as he barely held himself straight.

Looking at Alex, he shook his head, "I...don't know what's within you....but it's not mortal. And your curse is the reason why...Solaris wanted you dead. You have started to gain control over the Curse...a-and that is making the Ruling Gods restless."

Alex was dumbfounded...his curse was strong enough to make even the Gods restless?

Raze's consciousness was slipping, his body was quivering, and his stomach had sunk in completely. Clinging to Alex's arm suddenly, he said, "T-T-The m-m-mom-moment y-y-you g-g-ga-ga-gain control over th-that curse...t-th-the-they wi-will co-come for y---"

*THUD*

The old man fell, dead and gone.

Alex was rendered speechless and motionless at his spot for a long minute. There was a lot to digest. However, the first thing he needed to do was to get away from there.

He briskly leaped out of the room, jumping from shadows, and approached the watchtower where Rebecca was using her Blood Arts to manipulate the soldiers.

"Let's go," Alex said as he stood beside Rebecca, only to find the girl falling on him, releasing her control over the puppets.

Her face was pale and her breathing labored. It was only the third time she used this skill, and considering the number, it was too much for her to continue for even ten minutes.

"W-Welcome back..." She softly uttered before she fainted in his arms.

Alex wordlessly held the girl over his shoulders before jumping off the tower and advancing back to Dorhales.

En route, he was thinking back on what the old man said.

A power that can even force the Immortals to hunt him down. An immortal sin that Alex carries.

'I gained control over it that's why they are apprehensive?' Alex wondered. If the Ruling Gods decide to target him, there would be no place to hide or escape. All the lower realms and the upper realms are under their watch. As such only one option remains.

'I need to fight those a*swipes as well.'

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"Mm..." Rebecca frowned in her sleep as she felt her throat being met by a very sweet and warm sensation that was energizing her whole body and giving her a euphoric sensation.

This feeling was...familiar. It was the taste of her Darling.

"Ah!" She jolted out of her sleep as she looked at the person whom she was hugging with her dear life.

"I thought you might suck me dry today." Alex joked as he looked at Rebecca with a soft smile on his face.

Earlier, Rebecca got up suddenly after Alex finished his breakfast meal, and started drinking his blood without uttering a single word.

"....it must be my instincts kicking in. Did I hurt you?" Softly, she asked.

Alex shook his head, "I would have removed you if I had felt the necessity. Anyway, you can sleep some more if you want to."

Rebecca held his shirt and asked with concern in her voice, "What did you find out yesterday?"

Rebecca never got to hear anything from Alex last night, regarding what he heard from the old man.

Alex heaved a sigh, as he told her, "I am cursed and fated to be doomed. So it would be best for you to not get involved with me."

Rebecca clicked her tongue, "Stop joking and tell me."

Alex chuckled as he placed her on the futon before getting up, "I am not joking, Rebecca; I indeed am cursed and someone who might get targeted by beings far more dangerous than anything you have ever faced. Immortal beings, to be precise."

With his face turned towards the window, he added, "That's why, for your benefit, it would be best if you no longer get involved with me."

There was a long silence from behind before Alex found a pair of dainty arms encircling his waist and the girl's soft body pressing against him,

"Aren't you practically asking me to go ahead and kill myself? Because I cannot imagine a life without you."

Alex heaved a sigh, "You do know that we aren't in a relationship, right? Yet you are .."

"That's the beauty of one-sided love, Alex. You can go to such lengths which normal people regard insane."

Alex looked over his shoulder, into her crimson eyes. The devotion she shows, the craze she possesses, the love she radiates...Alex doesn't know what he did to receive such affection from the girl.

"Excuse me." Suddenly someone called out from outside the door, urging Alex to climb out of his daze before he said, "Wait a moment."

He removed Rebecca's arms and approached the door.

*Slide*

The silver head found a familiar soldier, Russel, standing there with a sac in his hand, as he said, "The Patriarch wishes you to choose the guise which you would be using during the contest."

Alex raised his brows before taking the sac from him and giving the soldier a firm nod.

Just as Russel was about to walk away, Alex asked, "At what time do we need to report at the contest venue?"

The soldier didn't delay in answering, "Sharp at seven. But before that, you have a meeting with the Patriarch early in the morning at five."

Alex grumbled; waking up early in the winter was quite hectic. But well,

"I will be there."

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"Raze is dead?!" Eryndor barked upon hearing the soldiers reporting to him, early in the morning.

Raze was a vital figure in the council, someone from whom Eryndor seldom took suggestions. A man who has loyally served Frostbate for a long time and always thought of Whiteden's betterment.

"Yes, sir. Several soldiers died and the intruder didn't leave a single piece of evidence behind."

"It must be that Cursed Child!" One of the council members voiced.

The news of Alex's return has already been widespread in the main house, and it won't be long before the whole town knows that the cursed prince has returned.

"I have a feeling, my lord." Another council member voiced, "That this Cursed child would participate in the tournament for the sake of humiliating you."

"Indeed, Patriarch. And Lord Dorhales is giving him refuge, denying all the claims of sheltering him, just so he could uplift Dorhales' reputation through that Cursed child."

Eryndor remained silent, thinking closely about what could be the objective of Alex for suddenly barging into Whiteden.

'If he is still here after meeting Raze, then he would surely participate in the tournament....but why-ah!' The Patriarch of Frostbate suddenly realized the reason.

His mother.

Alex must have been informed by that traitor about his birth mother's situation, as such, that brat must be assuming that winning the tournament would be enough to liberate his mother. Or maybe he was after Eryndor's throne? It can be possible.

"We need to get him killed during the tournament," Eryndor spoke, his voice silencing the others instantly.

Inside the arena, it wasn't uncommon for the warriors to lose their life and no one would be held responsible for that.

Outside the arena, there was a chance for Eryndor to get caught conspiring against Alex, the hero of Grimland, but if something happened to him during the contest, no one would point their fingers at Eryndor.

"In that case, my lord, I have someone I can suggest who might be helpful in this situation." The second in chief and the head of Frostbate council, voiced; gathering attention from everyone.

Eryndor frowned, as he wordlessly urged the man to continue.

With a malicious grin, he added, "It's the enemy of our enemy, my lord, who will help us remove the stain on Frostbate's name."

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