Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 774 - 442: Strange Past Events of Dongyue_2
Then I mobilize your clan to the border to resist the invaders, without providing assistance or the aid arriving a few steps late, the result of being used as cannon fodder is nothing more than death, isn't it?
Reputation is always the greatest wealth. The East Sea Royal Family, having lost its majesty, is powerless to reverse the situation, and can only watch helplessly as they slaughter each other. The key is that these seventeen clans are entangled in a chaotic battle, yet they aren't united against the Imperial Family, but fighting their own battles.
When witnessing the fall of the Imperial City, they deliberately allowed the Imperial Family to relocate and even went so far as not to harm their relatives, fearing they might kill them.
Doesn't this sound very fantastical?
The rebels deliberately held back, fearing they would kill the royal heirs.
Yes, this is the influence of bloodline.
With the East Sea Royal Family as the core, the other races either branch off from the Royal Family or their ancestors were rewarded by the Royal Family, enabling them to be born with power, the ability to take form, and unlimited future prospects.
The oaths of ancestors or the current favors can be said to give them infinite development potential and an endless future. Veneration for the Royal Family is ingrained in their blood through generations, as natural as a physiological reaction.
Even if both parties have never interacted, the genes will prompt a corresponding response. For example, just like a jackal that has never seen a tiger will shudder at the scent caught on the roadside.
Even a rabbit carrying a tiger's scent can make them retreat in fear. This has nothing to do with competitive strength or cultivation but is an instinctive reaction, and the so-called chaotic battle from beginning to end had no result.
Once the Imperial Family is annihilated or its bloodline cut off, the imperial blood that runs through their veins will only dry up. Their original strength and cultivation talent, which are built on the continuous favors of the Imperial Family, might sustain for one or two generations, but afterward, it will mercilessly plummet into the abyss.
Eventually, they are no different from ordinary people.
Thus, the inevitable result is that the Imperial Family remains unscathed, while the other clans reshuffle for power struggles, dealing not just with personal grudges but with positions they might hold in Dongyue in the future. But this is still internal chaos; how should external invasions be resolved?
Alright, the dramatic moment has arrived.
The Royal Family, preserving most of its strength, exhaustively dispatches subordinate clans and two other affiliated families to desperately resist external enemies, battling fiercely against the Southern Border Four Villages, the Central Plains Border, and the Northern Demon Clan, exhausting their vitality.
Internally, the seventeen clans are also embroiled in chaotic warfare, unscrupulously awakening the Primordial Ancient Beasts asleep for countless years, turning the seven-hundred-mile-old capital into a blood-soaked ruin, with the people destitute and thousands grieving.
It's a spectacle that leaves one clicking their tongue in wonder.
To summarize briefly.
The elders at home are distressed by the illness of their beloved grandson, finding every way possible to pull strings with other children, engaging business related to human organ affairs, consequently implicating other granddaughters, costing their lives. Yet these two old fools not only do not repent but escalate.
Everyone is furious, coming forward to accuse and curse, but after harsh reprimands, they awaken to realize their wrongdoings. Continuing this way will tear the family apart sooner or later, so they plan to make the painful decision to forgo their grandson's treatment and vacate the ICU, only to find that it's too late.
Outraged and terrified, the brothers started flipping tables and smashing glass, with the most hot-tempered one kicking the door down and even pushing down the surrounding wall, leaving the house defenseless. Neighbors saw this and began looting, leaving everyone exasperated.
Previously, there was friction among siblings, but as long as the elders said a word, everyone quieted down with a single slap each. But now the parents have lost authority, leading to fraternal fights. The largest reason is the uneven distribution of allowance money.
Some received more allowance money with little work, while others worked tirelessly and saw no rise in wages. Everyone harbors resentment toward their parents, repeatedly mentioning the absolute unfairness, yet as children, they can't really lay hands on their parents.
Yes, that's how DNA writes it.
Under the influence of morality and blood ties, no one dares or would do such an utterly rebellious thing unless forced into a corner, especially under threat to life. Otherwise, who would want to be infamously remembered? Does everyone want to leave behind a notorious legacy?
The second reason is that the family elders are the only income source.
The family relies solely on the two elders with stable income sources, receiving a substantial amount of pension every month and distributing it according to labor. Of course, it's not evenly divided because of a preference for the youngest son.
So while causing trouble, they can't let the family's elders be harmed. If the elders kick the bucket, there's no more pension, and they can't collect it on behalf, only in person at the bank. This is the unique source of bloodline and power for the East Sea Clan.
Hence, what they can do most is point fingers and curse, or flip tables to express dissatisfaction, especially when the elders make foolish mistakes and harm the family. The first time, patience might hold, but not the second time, so they create a facade stating, "If you push me again, I'll kill you two old bastards," in hopes of protecting their descendants.
And where does this resentment go? Among the siblings, of course.
Usually, if you're the most favored and spoiled, you should contribute more during such times, provide more people for their harm. I usually eat the least and get bullied the most; why should I help? The others naturally aren't pushovers either, tossing the blame back and forth, accusing, and insulting each other, eventually escalating to physical altercations, rehashing old grudges like true family.
No matter if parents pull siblings aside, promising never to be foolish again, promising you an increase in allowance, and if worst comes to the worst, transferring the bank account to you, pleading for peace.
Yet the problem is it cannot be stopped, and it doesn't cure the root. Giving me the account, but the pension is still handed to you. If you elders are one day gone without an heir, we brothers can only drink the northwest wind.
Then the brothers engage in a group fight, the parents mediating, and to avoid casualties, they specially kick the two old folks out of the room, closing the door, while the seventeen siblings throw punches and kicks, indistinguishable from friend or foe.
Relatives outside all crane their necks to watch, with some mischievous ones, fearing order, taking up hoes and trying to excavate your wall corners. These offenses can still be tolerated, but a few even sneak in to steal during the chaos!
The elders become anxious and furious, wanting to command their children to drive the enemies out but find them unresponsive, mainly because the young men full of vigor don't know their limits, with bones breaking and blood flowing from head injuries. What can be done?
Let the family's oldest personally act.
After countless hours of fierce battle, the old bones are exhausted, barely managing to drive away all the neighbors, leaving the elder severely injured and barely alive, but thankfully, they are able to save a life and can recover with time.
Hobbling back home with a crutch, they nearly faint at the sight awaiting them.
Because these little bastards not only hadn't stopped but even started brandishing knives!
They became the culprits of completely devastating the seven-hundred-mile-old capital of Dongyue, with a house full of people wielding kitchen knives and hoes, and a few children already lying lifeless in pools of blood, a scene that left the old couple fuming.
Therefore, the enraged elders finally reached their limit, rushing to their field, frantically digging out an old gun buried decades ago for hunting, and just when they intended to return home and teach the little bastards a lesson, they were dumbfounded upon their second return.
