Could it be... could it have been chosen at some point?
Turned into... a Chrysos Heir?
Revenge
Just then, the "older brother" on the wooden frame was burned across the thigh. The searing pain tore a miserable, hoarse groan from his throat.
Though the sound was not loud, it was like a heavy hammer blow, brutally jolting his distraught parents awake.
That was right!
Who cared whether he was a Chrysos Heir or not!
He was still their son!
"My son!" Uncle's eyes went bloodshot as he struggled like a madman.
Perhaps startled by the sudden turn of events, the people holding him loosened their grip slightly.
Uncle suddenly broke free. Like a wounded beast, he roared and charged toward the burning wooden frame.
The flames had already spread, and a scorching wave rushed toward him, almost swallowing him whole.
The "older brother's" screams grew increasingly agonized. The fire had already climbed to his chest, and his twisted face was filled with despair and pain.
Uncle could see nothing but his son struggling in the flames. Forgetting everything else, he plunged headfirst into the sea of fire!
Sizzle—
The flames instantly swept over his clothes, engulfing his entire body.
He let out an utterly agonized scream, yet still desperately reached out... trying to untie the ropes binding his son.
However, the flames were even fiercer than those consuming his son. The instant he touched the knot, he became a human torch, rolling on the ground and howling.
The surrounding crowd cried out and scattered, clearing an open space.
The merciless tongues of flame devoured him, and his screams gradually weakened.
In the end, he curled up on the ground and fell silent. A nauseating stench of charred flesh spread through the air.
The middle-aged man leading the group glanced disdainfully