Chapter 1103.2 - Who The F*ck Are You? (Part Two)

Chapter 1103: Who The F*ck Are You? (Part Two)
“Oh?” Fei smiled and said, “However, the history is always written by the victor. Perhaps hundreds of years from now, history will remember me as the hero who appeared when Zenit was in crisis, and I would be the emperor who led Zenit to a new height. At the same time, I will tell everyone that Fourth Prince Chrystal killed his father, betrayed the empire, butchered nobles, and ditched civilians. You will always be a poor bug who is going to be nailed onto the pillar of shame. Hehe, if I want to, I will make you disappear forever. You won’t even be in the history book, and you will become a ghost who no one knows about.”
“You… despicable!” Chrystal was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Ha, I’m only joking. Why are you so serious? Huh?” Fei yawned and suddenly got serious. He slowly said while emphasizing each word, “To be honest, you are such a dirty person. I don’t even have the patience to joke with you. Do you want to fight with me? Are you qualified? Administrative abilities? Combat strength? In which area are you better than me? You want the throne, and you did everything for it. You even betrayed your father and ditched the entire empire. However, I can have all this with a thought.”
“You… you are a demon!” Chrystal shouted as he spat out another mouthful of blood. He tried to stand up, but he struggled as if he lost all the strength in his body.
“You can’t even stand up right now. So pathetic, but you are even more stupid.” Fei shook his head as he looked down at Chrystal. His eyes were filled with disdain and some sympathy.
“This world is dominated by supreme masters. Only true masters could be great rulers. Even the thrones of various empires are only decorative pieces before true strength. It is pathetic that you haven’t figured this out yet. Why do you think you can keep the throne? With your weak strength? You aren’t even a Five-Star Mage yet. Or, do you think these timid fence-sitters and bugs in the palace will save you?”
“Shut up! Stop talking! I don’t allow you to speak!” Chrystal’s chest moved up and down as he stared at Fei. He was so angry that he almost couldn’t breathe.
Fei’s words hurt more than getting cut 100 times.
Each of Fei’s sentences slowly and viciously cut his soul, making him feel frustrated. It seemed to be the cruelest torture in the world.
“Alright, I won’t say anything else. Do you think I want to talk to someone like you?” Fei’s expression suddenly turned weird, and he took out a faint-golden scroll from his storage ring. He said, “If Emperor Yassin didn’t ask me to spare your life in the last moment, if the so-called noble bloodline didn’t flow in my body, and if a weak and pathetic person like you isn’t my real little brother, do you think your ending will be different from those Barcelonans?”
Fei opened the scroll as he spoke.
A streak of golden flame shot out, forming into Emperor Yassin’s image.
The familiar yet majestic voice sounded from this image, and he told an ancient yet clear story. Fei’s background was also revealed by this scroll, and the proper claim over the throne was finally settled.
“Alexander, you are the future ruler and the supreme emperor of Zenit. My Child, you have to remember to treat your siblings with kindness. I’m not worried about people like Arshavin, Tanasha, and Dominguez. I’m only worried about Chrystal. He might be blinded by his greed and anger. If he really does something unforgivable, Child, please spare his life. After all, he is your brother!”
This scroll showed another side of the noble and majestic Emperor Yassin; he was no different from an ordinary parent.