The Secretly Rich Man Chapter 2481

 

Chapter 2481

"Not a clue," replied Gerald.

"Well, he's Zedd Burns, the youngest son of Duke

Carlos, the War God of the Qin Kingdom at the end o f

the Great War period!" explained Finnley.

"I've never heard of Zedd, but I do know Carlos's

eldest son, Zelig. From what I remember, after Zelig's

father was executed by the Qin Emperor, the rest of

his family moved to Yorkland, which is why most of

Zelig's descendants are Yorklanders, right?" asked

Gerald, who knew his history since he used to be a

literature major.

"Oh? Not bad! True enough, all that happened, and

you may already know this, but the Burns family

quickly regressed after Carlos's death. Though Zelig

was nowhere near as capable as his father, Zedd had

inherited Carlos's bravery and hostility. With that i n

mind, the youngest son soon ended up handling most

of the family's affairs."

"After a period of time, Zedd even wanted to use

another name to conquer the land for Westland

during the Great War period. In the end, Zedd's

savagery surpassed his father's, and lives were lost

everywhere he passed..." added Finnley.

"No wonder he became a devil after he died... He had

been that hostile even when he was alive!" muttered

the enlightened Gerald.

"That's... partly right. While his resentment and wrath

from being beheaded definitely served to push him

toward becoming a demon, that alone would've done

little to turn him into a devil! The truth is, his

previous incarnation was a powerful Zearl. For

context, once one enters the Ziyiryon Realm, it's near

impossible to further ascend. However, this Zearl was

ambitious, and he dedicated his life to pursuing the

most supreme realm."

"I'm sure you know that after one becomes an

Angelord, they'll definitely strive to become a

Vizkaunt next, right? As long as you're willing to

train, you'll eventually be able to achieve that.

However, progressing to become a Zearl is

exceedingly difficult. Aside from needed great fortune

—since you'll need to be at the right places a t the

right times a lot—, you'll also need to overcome a

hundred heavenly tribulations to succeed!"

"For a Vizkaunt, it's quite difficult for them to survive

even three heavenly tribulations. With that i n mind,

just imagine how hard it is to go through a hundred

heavenly tribulations just to become a Zearl! There's

a good reason why the Ziyiryon Realm was once

considered the peak of cultivation!" added Finnley,

leaving Gerald utterly dumbfounded.

After all, the boy had only experienced one heavenly

tribulation before, and he had only survived since he

had access to the Velement Method. Unable to fathom

just how obsessed that man was with cultivation,

Gerald then asked, "...But even then, he still wasn't

satisfied and wanted to continue cultivating...?"

"Bingo. But before that, I hope you now understand

just how dangerous it's going to be on your journey to

becoming an Angelord. One wrong move could

straight-out result in you turning to ash! With that i n

mind, what you reap really isn't proportional to what

you sow. Still, it was what that man was utterly

bonkers about. To think that after becoming a nearinvincible

Zearl, he was still willing to sacrifice

everything to become a Xenquis!"

"Just so you know, before you can become a Xenquis,

you must first be reborn in the secular world to reexperience

life as a mortal. During that period, your

internal pellet will follow you, and it must get

damaged. If it does, not only will all those years of

cultivation go down the drain, but your mortal body

will also be destroyed!" explained Finnley.

"...Christ... Did he end up damaging his internal pellet

in the secular world?" asked Gerald who really wasn't

keen on playing such high-risk games.

"Even worse, actually. Before he was reborn into a

mortal, he hid his internal pellet in his skull.

Unfortunately, during a war, a rebel soldier ended u p

chopping his head off and presenting it to the enemy!

As if that wasn't humiliating enough, they then fed his

head—along with his internal pellet—t o the dogs!

One can only imagine how resentful the headless

general ended up becoming!" muttered Finnley with

a bitter laugh...