Chapter 4212: Golden Opportunity (Part 1)

Fury came exactly as Theseus had expected.

Akhton’s eyes widened—then narrowed into blazing slits as a storm of bright violet mana erupted from his body. The shockwave sent humans, tables, and chairs flying like dry leaves in a gale.

“You’re the Red Carnival?” the Bastet-Upyr roared. His teeth sharpened into fangs as sand-colored fur spread across his skin. “You’re the mad bastard who made Mother cry?

“The failure who couldn’t even die properly and turned into an Abomination—are you that Theseus?”

“I am.”

Theseus could have explained—that he was a clone, that he bore none of the original’s sins, that he had only existed for two years.