Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

The prince looked a bit lost for a moment there. It\'s as if he lost something he never thought he had, one that had always caused him to suffer yet he had no idea existed. The relief overwhelmed him a bit, and the ease of his breathing stunned him as well. It\'s like he never knew comfort before this very moment.

"I feel great. Thank you, Father." The Demon Prince gratefully replied.

All the lingering violent tendencies and voices murmuring inside his brain were now gone. It was replaced by a piercing clarity that elevated his consciousness into a zen state that he just can\'t get enough of. Prior to this moment, he never knew just how much that unknown element affected him.

"There\'s no need to thank me. It\'s because of me that you were afflicted with the same curse anyway."

The Demon God sounded guilty when he said this. Nobody but the Demon Prince would notice that from him though. After all, the Demon God always wore this indifferent and/or calm expression on his face, and his voice was always gravelly and commanding, even when he talks casually.

Just now, the Demon God cleansed his son of the curse his father-in-law cast him. Originally, only the Demon God was afflicted by this, but his first rampage also caused this curse to latch on his son due to their blood connection.

The Demon God tried his best to filter, or at least minimize, the effect of the curse on his son since he was unable to stop it from touching him completely. However, he was too weak and occupied from coping up with his own suffering that he\'s unable to help the child any further before he had to seal himself.

He was then made aware, shortly after he called his ministers and aides, that the Demon Prince showed signs of going out of control recently. The Demon Prince thought that this was caused by some unknown entity from Prime Earth, but it turns out to be different. Who could\'ve thought that it came from his grandfather from his mother\'s side?

Recalling this tiny detail made the Demon Prince feel bitter. His relationship with his mother has always been his sore spot.

As a child, he just can\'t help but yearn for her love and attention. It\'s only natural after all.

But the actions of his father divested him of that. From a very young age, he already knew that he was a bastard child. The Demon God himself never kept his conception a secret from him. The prince is also aware of his mother and her clan\'s disgust towards him and their people because of their status as Space Pirates.

The prince used to hate his father because of this, but he soon realized that hating him won\'t do anything positive to their overall situation. So instead of marinating in his hatred and risking turning mad, he might as well work hard and display his talents for the sake of catching the attention of the alliance.

Doing that might just turn the situation around and possibly complete their family as well.

Unfortunately, his efforts have yet to bear any fruit. But he\'s determined to prove himself either way. He\'s still young after all.

Without the maddening psychosis and violent urges clouding his consciousness at all times, the Demon Prince felt light and at ease. Even though he has yet to do something worthwhile, he could tell that this mental clarity will be a boon to his training.

"Just so you know, you\'re not completely out of the woods yet." The Demon God\'s voice returned him to reality. "Even though I managed to drain most of the curse\'s effects on you, it\'s still there. There\'s still a small chance of it seeding and germinating again if you\'re careless, so you must be wary at all times."

That obviously wasn\'t good news. But it can\'t be helped. The curse of his maternal grandfather was something the likes of the Demon God can\'t completely solve on his own.

Hell, it has taken the man nearly a thousand years just to solve his own affliction through reclusive endurance, which is the most primitive way of solving the curse. Sure, he weakened the curse by filtering half of it out of his body, sealing it in one of his soul fragments, and locking it underneath the Insignia of Pride just to give his physical body enough time to develop antibodies against it.

But this could hardly be called a \'cure\'.

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The only reason why the Demon God was able to provide first aid to his son was through injecting him with the same antibodies that his physique developed. But again, this isn\'t a cure, just a mere band-aid.

"I\'ll be careful," the Demon Prince replied.

He already realized that he can\'t hope for much considering their status, so he\'d just settle with what he has, just like he always did.

The Demon God patted his son\'s shoulders and looked somber. He felt really guilty for this, but he\'s helpless as well. He could only hope that his son reaches his full potential soon because that\'s the only way he could be free from this curse.

\'He carries her blood after all.\' The Demon God thought grimly to himself.

"What should I do next, then?" The prince asked his father.

"Well, what do you think?" The father asked in return. "Do you want to participate in our final operation in this world or you\'d like to focus on training instead? Either way, I\'ll be fine with it."

The Demon Prince thought for a bit and realized that, in the end, he just can\'t let it go.

Experiencing humiliation and one-sided beating from that mysterious entity was something that constantly haunted him still, even without the violent urges and murmurs plaguing his brain. While this whole experience was indirectly caused by the curse, he just can\'t simply move on from this.

"I\'ll go." He looked at his father. "We have three years, right?"

"Do you want an extension?"

"No." He shook his head. "Three years is enough."

A brief silence descended between them for a bit before the prince asked, "Is there any particular reason why we can\'t just force our way out of this solar system?"

The Demon God looked hesitant for a bit, then sighed and looked outside the clear glass windows of the room before saying:

"If we tried our very best, then yes, we could certainly leave this solar system. It will cause us a lot of our precious resources to do, but it\'s very possible."

The Demon Prince could hear the implications behind his father\'s words, and whatever he realized did not give him any comfort.

"Raiding this world and eradicating it completely is the best course of action, in my opinion. After all, it\'s them who\'s preventing us from leaving this solar system peacefully."

Yep. He was right. The implications were certainly not comforting at all.

**

"Ah, so that\'s what you look like."

Cedric\'s golden eye glittered in amusement as he relaxed on his seat.

He hummed as he listened to the waves crashing on the beach; the sound was mildly comforting for him despite its loudness.

The skies above him were clear and blue, adorned with large puffs of white clouds lazily crawling across the atmosphere. His tanned and slightly muscular upper body was on full display as he lay shirtless under the glare of the sun on the beach. He only wore a pair of summer shorts as he leisurely sipped on his coconut juice.

He\'s also wearing a pair of sunglasses to complete the look of someone who\'s on vacation.

He\'s like a tourist who\'s enjoying the beach of another country. Actually, that isn\'t far from the truth.

Just a few meters away from his position, his women could be seen. They\'re playing beach volleyball near the shores, completely unaware of Cedric\'s thoughts.

Looking at this, anybody would think that they\'re just some common people who\'re enjoying the newly opened resort on the beach of Verdant Terra, not some Superhumans with the power to destroy the whole world if they felt like it.

To them, this kind of normalcy is precious. That\'s why they go out of their way to enjoy whenever they can. Locking themselves up in seclusion, thinking of nothing but concept laws and other ways to increase their strength, reduces anyone to madness. Even superhumans have to rest too, lest they turn insane and begin plotting for the destruction of the world.

However, a complete rest and life of total normalcy isn\'t possible for a being like Cedric, especially considering how strong he had gotten already.

Whether he likes it or not, he will know things, and his mind will immediately supply him with the needed solution for his troubles. He\'d rather not think about it if he had the choice, but he just doesn\'t have that.

Of course, he will notice the awakening of some powerful being. Especially since this is the final variable that he has yet to plot against.

Now that he saw him, he could finally begin the conclusion of the protracted war.

So, without leaving the leisure of his comfortable position, he sent a message to the Federal Army to notify them of his observations.

Once he\'s done with that, he returns to his usual activity, ogling at his women, who\'s wearing bikinis.