Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

The speed and strength were out of this world, the hammer swing dropping so fast that neither Odoacer nor his mount had time to react. The colossal gray-skinned beast flew back, its 200-meter-tall corpse rolling and reeling across the air as Odoacer struggled to stabilize the crash.

"Humph!" With a disdainful snort, the Fylkir joined his hands, conjuring a blood sphere that halted Drakneil's aerial crash. Blood Genesis erupted next, reconstructing the mount's broken skull in a heartbeat.

[Solar Blood Field]

But barely had Drakneil's body been restored…that the whole thing exploded under Odoacer's feet, his eyes stretching to the limit as his mount's life subscription…expired for good!

He couldn't resurrect Drakneil either, why?! But before Odoacer could make sense of this absurd turn of events, the answer came crashing, a torrential storm of colorful flames that smashed into the King of Kings with the might of a thousand suns!

At the same time, Odoacer's mount reappeared at Mithras' feet, obediently standing under the King of Monsters as he stepped on its head—outright taking ownership of the ancient beast!

The first undead of Mithras' collection—the King of Warghests, Drakneil—had joined the crew!

[Fractal Blood Field]

Though astonished by the absurd powers of Mithras' new Inner Flame, Odoacer didn't lose focus, releasing his Fractal Blood Field while summoning the Altar of the Blood Gods. The divine altar emerged from the void, its sanguine rays pairing with Odoacer's Blood Field as it faced Mithras' domain!

An explosion of fiery sparks followed, the two Blood Fields contending in rumbling blasts with neither one being able to gain the upper hand. Odoacer's face twisted into a frown. He was at the peak of Blood Authority, with a Sid Level of 2,500,000 units, and a Blood Potency of 200,000. So why…why could his Blood Field not obliterate Mithras'?

Was the gap in the quality of their Inner Flames that excessive?

It was indeed. For while Odoacer's Blood Genesis was no doubt a behemoth among divine flames, a match for the Wrathful Gods' various creations, Mithras' Solar Genesis…was peerless among tyrant-class flames! First and without equal:

The world's strongest flame!

"As extraordinary as ruthless. Truly worthy of being my golden boy. Mithras, you have not let down my expectations. But just like Aurelian, your heart is too dark, cold and cruel to complete the great undertaking of the human race with me.

Your father, Mithras…though I may have a lot to answer for in this life! I dare say that I have never wronged you in the slightest! All that I have done is for us! Not me, us! I had it all figured out for you. But how do you repay me?

By decimating my brothers—your biological uncle included!

Do you have no heart? Do you have no soul? How could you…do this to me?!" Odoacer snapped! Blood tears dropping from his eyes as his face twisted in grief and suffering!

But though the scene might soften some, Mithras wasn't moved, looking at his father as if it wasn't a grieving man standing before him…but a fucking degenerate.

"First of all, I'm only half human. So why is it that I should build an empire for humans when I also got monster blood in my veins? Not even sure we can say I'm human at this point. What am I even? Only the Lord knows for sure. But if I had to take on the boring task of building a universal empire…it'd be the Empire of Ecstasy…not the Empire of Mankind.

Second of all…fuck! You're mad? You're sad!? Need a pat on your shoulder and a heat pad for pain? Some bullshit! When you were tricking my one and only sister into signing away her soul to the Antigod of Malice where was your heart?

Where was your soul?

The nerve of this bitch! You think your pack of blood-sucking bros combined is worth a particle of my sister's soul? News flash, they're not! Add yourself to the group and it still ain't worth a damn! Lower than the dirt under my boots—in no way comparable to my sister!

When you left to play the ordinary man trapped by the flames of war, who do you think gave me strength? Why do you think I could leave with a smile and go home with my heart still full of hope? Because my sister was there! Weak, so what? She was there, waiting for me every day with the strongest front she could put forth!

She—not you—gave me strength and kept me standing when I didn't even know if I could end the day with a loaf of bread in my hands!

But you want to take her from me? To turn her into a monster? In what world? What reality!? I can't wait to rip you apart, and you think I will give a shit about your pain? Fuck that!

Fuck you!" Mithras snarled, exploding with such berserk rage that even his loved ones in the distance didn't recognize him!

Odoacer reeled back, shaking as he failed to come up with a rebuttal. But Mithras wasn't done, no…he was only getting started!

"You are too selfish to consider the position of those you screw over. So why the fuck should I care about your tears?

You were playing with us. Roleplaying the ordinary construction worker while your kids suffered daily, why? To make us tougher? You need your kids to grow up in the ghetto to make them tough? What kind of sick man are you?

The Lord be praised that luck was on our side, or fate only knows what kind of atrocity my sister would have gone through. Because of what? Cause you a bitch!

You plus you, plus you, times three, times ten, and it still equals bitch!

So yes, I haven't missed you for a minute! I do not need you or any connection to your name.

I am Mithras di Astalon, Prince of Astalon and Lord of Elektra! A greedy man-whore with a bachelor's in acting and a doctorate in tomfoolery whose main goal in this life is to make hussies go bankrupt for his meat and enjoy life like a motherfucking boss!

You and I have nothing in common, and the mere fact I'm your son…sickens me profoundly. So old man, there ain't no love lost here. And your pain…puts a smile on my face.

Suffer!

Suck it up!

Gobble down the pain! Cause more's coming your way. And it'll hurt like a motherfucker!" Mithras pledged, and with an explosion of solar flames, launched at his father—pushing his Blood Field into Odoacer's domain with sheer force of will!