My Descendants Are My Power

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Born Bad

"Is it not hard to investigate?"

Ethan took a deep breath, his expression gradually returning to normal, transitioning from initial sadness to contemplation. He seemed to have a hunch about something.

Perhaps Blackwood had indeed fallen into some kind of trap; otherwise, it wouldn't make sense that the Boar Monarch Pete had been safe on his travels for years, only to not survive this one time.

Dennis was spot on.

After so many years of development, although Blackwood had never boasted about it publicly, the various powers were not fools; they couldn't have failed to notice Blackwood's growth.

After all... Daniel's ambitions were growing, and in Tranquil County, Blackwood was invincible because its enemies had been secretly wiped clean by Blackwood.

But Blackwood thought it was well-hidden, yet it was as obvious as hiding a leaf in the forest.

Anyone might think of clearing out Blackwood, this sneaky enemy, to devour this big piece of fat.

Just as Ethan was pondering.

Nathan and Dennis had already left.

In the crimson night, at the entrance of the Boar Monarch Pete's tomb, a figure caught his eye.

Ethan frowned, "Why is he here?"

It was a young man.

William, the Blackwood renegade, was the only traitor of Blackwood, which made Ethan wary, fearing he might impulsively kill a few siblings for fun, always ready to purge his own ranks.

After all, this guy... Despite Blackwood's tight security, he had managed to silently enter the home and reach the tomb, showing his skill.

Unexpectedly.

This time William did nothing out of line but stood dazedly in front of the Boar Monarch Pete's tomb for a long time, then suddenly knelt down. His nature was supposed to be cold and numb, yet there was a hint of sorrow in his eyes as he continuously kowtowed.

"Granduncle, William is back! Please forgive William for not being able to see you one last time."

"Does this kid really have such a side?"

Watching the small text above William's head, Ethan was also stunned, especially when he saw his historical event column.

[Blackwood Year 83, hearing of the death of the granduncle who had raised him, William was devastated and killed his unfaithful wife that night, fleeing to Cloudview County. Gained Trait: Wife Slayer]

[Attack damage against wife increased by 200%]

It had to be said, his [Born Bad] trait was incredibly strong, causing emotional fluctuations and gaining another trait.

[Kneeling before the granduncle's grave, William was overwhelmed with emotions. Only two people in his life could stir his heartstrings: the granduncle who raised him and the elder brother who always nagged him. Now one is dead, and his malice grows, gaining Trait: Avenger]

[He is like a honey badger and viper combined, lurking in the darkness, never resting until his enemies are dead!]

"Even if he's twisted, he's still family."

Ethan murmured, as long as this guy didn't kill his siblings, it was somewhat acceptable, especially since the people he recently killed weren't exactly saints.

Treat him like an outsider.

William continued to bow.

Footsteps sounded behind him, causing his expression to change. Seeing the newcomer, his initially defensive demeanor suddenly turned joyful, "Big brother!"

But before he could finish.

All he saw was his big brother's flying sword, his brother no longer as gentle as before, his face pale, actually threatening him!

"Beast."

"Are you here to rob the tomb? You won't even spare Granduncle, will you?"

This startled William, who waved his hands frantically, "Big brother, aren't you the one who wears black and goes tomb raiding every day?"

...

George retracted his flying sword. Looking at his younger brother, who seemed indifferent to life and death, he felt a pang of guilt. William had been sickly since childhood, and George, as the elder brother, felt he had failed to take care of him properly.

"Why have you come back? You killed someone in Qingping Moore, and two villagers from Gratitude Village died by your hand. The elders will not let you off," George said as his Storage Ring flickered, revealing a zither table, an ancient zither, and a Mystic Burner.

He slowly picked up the ancient zither and walked to the front of the ancestral tomb. The tombstone, a full ten feet high, barely contained the contributions of the ancestor to the Blackwood family, yet it lacked a statue. He didn't want his younger siblings, nieces, and nephews to forget the ancestor's face in the years to come.

In an instant, his formidable psychic power surged, and stones beside the tomb rose from the ground. He gently tapped the premium psychic-powered Yunxi ancient zither, and as the music started, a side panel opened, revealing tools like a grave-digging shovel, chisel, and pickaxe...

He levitated, using his psychic power to sculpt a statue. Soon, the outline of the Boar Monarch Pete was formed, and he picked up a chisel to carve the details.

"Big brother, let me help you," William said, also rising into the air. When he left, he was at the seventh level of Foundational Energy, but now he had reached the realm of Emerging Ability!

Holding a dagger, he began to carve. In the gloomy night, the two brothers were like children again, playing in the mud in front of their grandfather. But this time, there was no rough laughter from their grandfather, nor could they hear his encouraging praises.

"I heard about grandfather's death when I was in Cloudview County, and I know I did wrong. Both you and grandfather must be disappointed in me," William said, tightly clutching the dagger, his eyes misty as he tried to smile.

"I'm sorry, big brother, and I'm sorry to grandfather. I really don't know what came over me. I know many things I did were wrong, and I tried to control it..."

"After killing, I was also at a loss. I told myself I couldn't go on, but I still did," he continued.

George remained silent.

"I thought I was sick, so I went to see Great Aunt," William said with a laugh that held tears. "I really hoped it was just an illness, that Great Aunt could cure me. But she said I wasn't sick, just purely bad."

"When I heard of grandfather's death, I even laughed. Because, I realized that here," he pointed to his heart, "it could still feel pain."

George looked at his brother, tears streaking down William's cheeks. It was the first time he had seen William cry like this.