Incarnation Of The Overlord

Chapter 03

Song Lin no longer cared about his own body that would fall when he jumped to catch his son’s body, which shot down like a spear diving toward the foot of the mountain. Because if he failed to catch him, Song Lin could not imagine what the outcome would be. As a father, a child is the most precious treasure. Moreover, that was his only child, raised with full love and affection.

Bam! The two of them crashed into a tree, with Song Lin’s back slamming against it. Yet there was no scream, even though it was extremely painful.

“My son, how are you?” Song Lin stroked Song Que’s head. The young man was already quite grown, but he was extremely weak physically and unable to use energy. Everything about his condition had always been terrible. Song Lin looked very worried as Song Que still had not opened his eyes, but he realized that Song Que was still breathing steadily. That meant his son was still alive and in the same state as usual.

When he felt the vibration from the impact, Song Que slowly opened his eyes. He could see the face of the parent he loved dearly.

“Father…” he whispered softly.

He was already in his father’s embrace and realized everything. But he did not feel embarrassed. Some people would feel ashamed being hugged by their parents because they thought they were already adults and did not want to be treated like children. Yet in a parent’s eyes, no matter how big their child becomes, they will always remain a child.

But when he noticed blood on his father’s lips, he quickly stood up and freed himself.

“Father, you’re not well!” Panic was clearly visible in Song Que’s eyes.

“Calm down, son. Father will be fine.” Song Lin knew what he said was not true, but he had to lie to reassure Song Que so he would not worry too much.

“How can I stay calm, Father? I’m afraid… I’m afraid for you!” Tears flowed before he could finish his sentence. He feared that speaking those words aloud would make them come true.

“Father will be fine, of course with some rest at home. We should go back first and set aside everything else.” Song Lin slowly sat up. He could feel that his spine had cracked, causing his face to stiffen as he endured the pain. Even so, he did not say anything about it. If he complained, how could Song Que grow into a real man later?

‘You must be strong, son. You must become great,’ Song Lin prayed silently in his heart.

Song Que did not know what Song Lin was feeling. He hurried to pick up the crutches and handed them to his father. The two of them descended carefully step by step. One wrong step could cause them both to tumble down to the foot of the mountain.

Song Que wanted to carry his father, but his physique was so poor that Song Lin refused to risk making his son crippled as well. However, what Song Lin did not realize—and even Song Que himself did not realize—was that Song Que’s physical strength had already improved.

Earlier, he had simply been shocked because the power he had gained was immediately drained until nothing remained. That was why he slipped and rolled down. Yet he had not suffered even the slightest injury on his body, as if the wounds had never existed. If he recalled the moment he fell, he would certainly notice something strange about it.

Everyone watched the duo walking together, yet no one cared. It was as if they were merely trash to be discarded, not gems to be admired for their beauty.

They were all afraid of being affected by the supposed Mountain Demon possession of Song Que. So no one approached them.

But from a small room, Song Bai clenched his fists when he saw that Song Que could still walk normally and was even able to support his father.

“We can still put on a show later. I know you hate that trash,” said Song Yang.

“I don’t hate him, Father! I just enjoy punishing him. It’s good that he survived. That means I still have someone I can use as a punching bag during training.” A wicked smile appeared on his face as he looked at Song Yang.

“Good. In the past, I hated Song Lin because he was stronger and better in every aspect. But now that I have become the Patriarch of the village, I have lost interest in punishing him. So I leave his son to you. If Song Lin bullies you, tell Father. I will drive him out of the village!” The conversation between father and son continued for quite a while.

Song Que helped his father lie down on a bed that was not very soft. They were indeed very poor. Much of Song Lin’s money had been spent on treating his son, leaving them with only the large house, while everything inside had gradually diminished.

“Rest, Father. I will go get medicine from the Medicine Hall first!” Song Que immediately hurried out, leaving Song Lin behind. He was a very filial child and knew how to repay his parents’ kindness.

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Song Que entered the Medicine Hall. He immediately spoke to the elder who served as the head of the hall.

“Elder, my father is sick, and I want to ask for medicine!”

“Poor boy, don’t you remember? All your rights were taken last week! There are no more supplies for you now. Come back here in three weeks!” he ordered arrogantly. He looked at the young man with disgust. Song Que had never contributed anything to the village and was widely known as its disgrace.

“But Elder! My father needs medicine right now. He has internal injuries. I want to request Dragon Tail Grass and Fire Dates!” Song Que clenched his teeth in anger. He hated these people who never remembered his father’s contributions—how his father had become crippled defending the village from destruction.

“I already told you—get out!” the head of the Medicine Hall shouted until his voice turned hoarse.

“You—” His eyes turned red. Tears flowed out, but they were red—blood. In the next second, his eyes darkened and emitted a chilling aura from within his body.

“I hate hatred. One day, you will die because of your arrogance!”

Song Que immediately left the Medicine Hall, leaving everyone inside trembling in fear. It was not merely the words he had spoken—the black aura seemed to strangle them.

Some of them shivered and unconsciously began sweating. The release of energy that made their strength feel suppressed was something they could hardly believe had come from a young man known as the village’s disgrace. If such an aura had come from Song Bai, they would have rejoiced at having such a talented young genius. But if the one possessing that aura was the disgrace they had ostracized all this time, then what awaited them would be revenge for the way they had treated him.

All the villagers had sinned against him.

“This cannot be allowed! It must be reported to Patriarch Song Yang!” The head of the Medicine Hall immediately ordered his subordinates to guard the hall properly while he hurried away.

Song Que, who had left the Medicine Hall, was still emitting that dark aura, causing people to move farther away from him—not out of disgust, but fear. Yet Song Que himself did not realize the aura he was releasing.

He looked at everyone along the roadside moving away with every step he took. It hurt, as if he were a plague.

“You all—huh!” Song Que was furious. He was truly furious. No one had helped when his father was sick.

Song Que returned home, but strangely, the aura disappeared as soon as he stepped inside the house. He saw his father lying there, and he felt extremely sad because he had brought nothing back from the Medicine Hall. He felt like a failure and sank into despair.

“Father! I couldn’t get the medicine to heal you… Forgive me, Father!” His sobs echoed as Song Que threw himself into his father’s embrace, making Song Lin feel as though his heart had been pierced by millions of steel needles.

“We are no longer wanted in this place. We should just leave, Father! For what? For whom should we stay here, Father? Enduring the cruelty of people who don’t know gratitude. They will perish from the greed and hatred they sow!”

“Son, you do not need to harbor resentment. That will only drag you into hatred and darken your heart. Then what difference will there be between you and them? I do not want you to live in vengeance. Live peacefully and remain humble. Father feels that his life can no longer be sustained. Everything that lives will eventually die. Take the ring from the drawer. It is your mother’s ring. Inside it lies a secret that can only be opened by the chosen one. If you cannot open it, pass it down to your child one day!” Song Lin said weakly. His spine had already cracked, and the fracture had pierced several blood vessels. It would be very difficult to treat.

“Father! What are you saying? That will not happen. I already lost Mother since the day I was born. I want you to stay alive and watch me become strong!”