Believing in Fate Was a Little Embarrassing (6000 Words, Please Vote Double Monthly Tickets!)

—Whether in the past or the future, the will of the weak was always overshadowed by the strong.

Many years later, Yafda Silver Gate, Speaker of the Canaanmore Grand Assembly, once again recalled the advice his elder brother had given him before his death.

Yafda Silver Gate had an elder brother. A brother with the blood of the Elf King, outstanding talent, intelligence, and diligence—one whose excellence was acknowledged from the heart by both enemies and allies alike.

Because there was already such an exceptionally brilliant heir, even when Yafda was born, the family did not lavish much attention upon him.

As one of the ten great royal-blood tribes of the Elves, the Silver Gate Division possessed a Fifth Energy Level inheritance and abundant experience in nurturing the strong. The most important part of cultivating the strong was concentrating resources—and the peculiar nature of the Fifth Energy Level meant that all of Canaanmore could have at most three such individuals in the same era.

Wasting resources for no reason would undoubtedly reduce the chances of a Fifth Energy Level powerhouse emerging from one's own tribe, handing that opportunity over to political rivals... Thus, from childhood, Yafda grew up in an environment that was almost "permissive."

He could eat whatever he wanted, regardless of whether that food might affect his future sublimation inheritance and cause mutation.

He could play whatever he wanted, even if it distracted a child from studying seriously and prevented him from developing the thought patterns required of a sublimator from an early age.

Yafda could spend long periods at his parents' side, act spoiled with his mother, ride on his father's shoulders, and happily go with his family to the Sleeping Forest to listen to the songs of the Sleep-Nightingale and enjoy the most comfortable camping nap.