Wizard World Irregular

Ashmedai sighed before continuing his story.

“Eighteen years ago, when you first came into this world, there was a lunar eclipse,” Ashmedai stated. “But this lunar eclipse wasn’t a natural phenomenon—it was the result of the world of Saraqael momentarily appearing in this plane of existence and blocking the moon.

“The cause is unknown, but it made the Progenitors, who were forced to fight their battles in that realm, momentarily feel something. They all stopped battling and turned to look at Midgard at the same time.

“The moment you let out your first cry, the moment you breathed your first breath, and the moment your magic manifested, the attention of countless progenitors descended upon your small body.”

Ashmedai narrowed his eyes before raising his finger to point at the young man, who still had a calm expression on his face as he revealed the truth behind his abandonment.

“When you were born, the Progenitors immediately knew that you were a vessel. You weren't just any ordinary vessel but a special vessel with enough power to handle the manifestation of their wildest dreams and desires.

“Some wished to possess you, while others wished to destroy you. Your existence broke the delicate balance that the All-Father maintained for hundreds of years.

“Although he was long gone before you were born, the seal he placed upon Midgard was still in effect, preventing those from the Higher Planes of existence from wreaking havoc across these lands.”

Ashmedai paused as he closed his eyes.

“Now, don’t get me wrong. There are other vessels aside from you, who have appeared from time to time. While some Deities fought over them, they would often resort to compromises and not a large-scale battle.

“But as I said, you are different. Your existence broke that delicate balance. Aside from being a vessel, you also possess an Origin Magic that is very tempting for beings like me, who wish to acquire you and gain your power for our personal use. Now, this is the fun part. Can you guess what kind of power I am talking about?”

Ashmedai kept his eyes closed because he was afraid that he would break his promise if he kept on staring at Ethan.

Just like the other Progenitors, he also wished to make Ethan his personal vessel. However, the Valentin Family were his Retainers, and they had spilled blood for his cause over the past hundreds of years.

They also asked for his help and formed a contract with him to keep Ethan safe from harm.

Since that was the case, he couldn’t casually break it—have the young man for himself and take over his body.

“Does it have something to do with absorbing the Magic of others?” Ethan answered after careful consideration.

Ashmedai opened his eyes and smirked. “You’re half right. But, it’s not just about absorbing the magic of others. It’s about absorbing the powers of others and making them your own… permanently.”

The handsome Progenitor then stood up from his throne and walked toward Ethan with a devilish smile plastered on his face.

“Just imagine it—taking the powers of Progenitors and making them your own,” Ashmedai said softly. “If you manage to acquire dozens of them, you will literally become an existence that is close to becoming a True God.

“No one can resist such a temptation, including me. So, tell me, Ethan, can you surrender your body to me? I promise to grant three wishes of yours if you accept my request.”

Ashmedai placed a finger under Ethan’s chin and raised his head to make him look straight into his eyes.

The Progenitor’s eyes glowed purple, making Ethan feel an extremely strong attraction to him. His body heated up as the desires in his body slowly rose up to the surface.

But at the same time, two forces within the deepest part of Ethan’s consciousness rose up to block Ashmedai’s Charm, which he was using against the young man to make him reveal his deepest, darkest desires that he wanted to turn into reality.

Mimir snorted and instantly dispelled the “Ultimate Charm” that the Progenitor was using against the young man.

A second later, a Sword of water emerged from Ethan’s chest and stabbed forward, aiming for the Demon’s chest.

Ashmedai disappeared and reappeared beside his throne with the same devilish smile on his face.

“I thought the two of you were sleeping.” Ashmedai chuckled. “Did my prank work?”

Ethan looked down towards his chest and saw a hand sticking out of it, holding a sword with a blade made of water.

The hand then pulled itself back until it disappeared alongside the sword it was holding.

“Aside from me, you have two other Protectors that allowed you to survive that fateful day,” Ashmedai said as he casually sat on the throne treating his earlier actions as if nothing but a mere prank.

“I don’t know their Origins, but since they are on your side, it gave us enough time to let your mother, Catherine, escape to the Shire Continent and use the gateway there to enter the world of the Ordinarius.

“Your two Guardians made sure that no one would be able to know your whereabouts. One of them even went as far as to erase Catherine’s memory of where she left you. That way, even if she were captured, our enemies wouldn’t be able to find your location.

“In fact, it was not only Catherine’s memories that were erased. The members of the Protector Clans who had accompanied her escape to the Shire Continent had their memories tampered with as well.

“As for your pursuers, they were killed by the owner of that hand that emerged from your chest. He also made sure to not leave any traces behind, destroying the corpses of those who tried to harm you.

“Thinking back, I’m glad they did the things they did because several members of the Protector Clans ended up being captured and interrogated by the followers of those Progenitors. But, since they no longer had their memories, their interrogators didn’t manage to find any leads.

“Seriously, that was such a bloody night. If your mother didn’t destroy your Magical Circuits, those Progenitors and their followers would have found you even if they failed to catch Catherine or the members of the Protector Clans.”

The demonic Progenitor then leaned back on his throne and crossed his legs.

“But your Magic Circuit is almost repaired, Ethan,” Ashmedai said in a teasing tone. “The moment your magical core is once again able to produce magic on its own, the nightmare from eighteen years ago will repeat itself.

“The majority of the Progenitors thought that you died that night. They thought that I had killed you so that they would no longer have a reason to fight me. Don’t get me wrong. I am strong—very strong. But fighting against dozens of Progenitors is simply too much.

“Your Father, Grandfather, and Grandmother, alongside the Protector Clans, fought the Champions and followers of those Progenitors. Strong as they may be, it was simply impossible to hold all of them back, leading to countless losses on our side.

“It was also for that reason that I had placed a seal on Caer Wydion. By making it one of the Forbidden Grounds of Midgard, my followers could have a breather and recover from their losses.

“The Protector Clans lost more than half of their Elite Fighters in a single day. It will probably take at least two to three more decades before their forces return to their original numbers. But I’m sure that you’ll be able to contribute to that too, right?”

Ethan’s expression became solemn because he realized what Ashmedai was hinting at.

Seeing his reaction, the Demonic Progenitor chuckled before shaking his head.

“That might be a good idea in hindsight, but in reality, it is not feasible,’ Ashmedai stated. “Because the moment you take the chastity of another witch or any lady who has strong magical powers, your Magic Circuit would recover completely, and the Progenitors will once again sense your existence.

“So, if you don’t want to be besieged by Powerhouses of Erras’ level, make sure you don’t do anything stupid. You already have your lovers, so focus on them if you want to relieve yourself.

“Adding more will just be a suicidal move. Unless you want people unnecessarily dying because of you, I suggest that you have them wear those chastity belts. Although it will be tasteless, at least no one needs to die, right?”

Ashmedai suddenly thought of something that made him smirk.

“Ah, right. You and Emma had talked about consummating your relationship after your coming-of-age trial ended, right?” Ashmedai asked. “I’m afraid she will have to wait until you are strong enough to protect yourself before the two of you can jump to third base. Foreplay is good, but anything more than that is bad. Do you understand?”

Ethan didn’t reply because he was still digesting everything that was being told to him by the Patron of the Valentin Family.

Now that he finally understood the reason why his mother had gone to such lengths to destroy his Magical Circuit, the only thing he could do was sigh.

He was also secretly thankful that Chloe had distanced herself from him at that time.

Back then, the two of them were only a step away from taking their relationship to the next level and deepening their feelings for each other.

If Ethan and his first Love had done the deed without knowing the consequences of their actions, perhaps right now, he would be desperately hiding and running for his life from the followers of the Progenitors who wished to make his powers their own.

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A/N: The week-long break I had from writing has helped me a lot to recover.

And, yes, I am feeling a lot better today.

With that, I will return to posting regular chapters starting tomorrow. However, if something similar happens in the future, I will be kind to myself because I know that you guys always have my back.

I’ll see you all in the next chapters!