Tit-for-Tat

Baron Hamilton was still skeptical, but with witnesses and evidence, he had no choice but to handle the matter impartially, severely punishing his illegitimate son, Gilbert.

After this incident, the long-standing conflict between Renard and his illegitimate son could no longer be reconciled, and their struggle gradually escalated.

Within just two months, Gilbert was knocked on the head eight times and drugged with laxatives twenty-four times. Although these attempts didn't claim his life, they left him mentally exhausted and jumpy, like a startled bird.

Anyone could tell who was behind these incidents. If things continued, Gilbert would likely suffer a mental breakdown.

Baron Hamilton racked his brain to protect them, finally deciding to send both of them to Constantinople Academy and Arthur Academy for further studies, out of sight and out of mind.

From this, one could see the disparity in their treatment. No matter how much of a scoundrel Renard was, he was still a direct descendant of the Duncan Family, while Gilbert, no matter how perfect his performance, was still an illegitimate son who couldn't be brought to the table.

Baron Hamilton's decision once again pierced Gilbert's fragile heart. He secretly vowed in his heart to make Renard pay a heavy price for this.

After arriving at Arthur Academy, he studied diligently, not for any other reason than to increase his strength and then thoroughly beat Renard and his ignorant lackeys.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed. When Gilbert heard that Renard had been driven back to Saint Brieuc Fortress like a dog, with no improvement in his strength, he quietly returned from the Royal Capital, filled with deep resentment.

On his way back, he pondered what cruel method he should use to deal with Renard. Should he ridicule him harshly, attacking him mentally, or should he act directly, torturing him physically?

Of course, he needed a legitimate reason to do these things, and his best skill was creating such reasons.

He never expected that Renard would make the choice for him, giving him a legitimate opportunity to act.

Do you want to suffer physical torture? I'll grant your wish!

Gilbert immediately conceived a malicious thought: if he "accidentally" beat Renard to death, wouldn't the position of heir be his?

Renard was not stupid; how could he not see through the other's thoughts?

However, he was not afraid. Fear and anger had already filled his heart. He had merged with the memories of Scum Renard, whose greatest wish in life was to get rid of this illegitimate son, but he had been too afraid of Baron Hamilton's authority to kill him.

Now, it was up to him to do it, fulfilling the dying wish of this body.

In fact, he disdained Scum Renard, not because he was too bad or too scum, but because he wasn't bad or scum enough.

Renard couldn't understand how the person who indirectly caused his mother's death could tolerate it for so many years.

While thinking, he picked up the longsword from the training rack and swung it a few times. Perhaps it was because of the System, or perhaps this body already had a foundation in martial arts, but he didn't feel any unfamiliarity.

Since it was a training sword, the blade was not sharpened, but with a powerful swing, the sword body still faintly produced a whistling sound as it cut through the air. If it struck a person, it would be enough to shatter bones.

Renard adapted for a moment, raised his sword, and pointed it at Gilbert, a cold smile curling on his lips. "Kid, you're my first opponent. Don't disappoint me."

Gilbert shivered abruptly upon hearing this. What did that mean?

His thoughts became chaotic. He increasingly felt that the person standing before him was not the Renard he knew. He didn't rush to attack, taking two steps back again, sizing up the person in front of him.

His impression of Renard was arrogant, conceited, lecherous, brutal, insidious, and cunning. In short, he was a spoiled brat who bullied commoners by relying on his family background.

It was only today that he realized that beneath this skin, there seemed to be another unknown soul hidden.

Renard's thoughts were also chaotic. He had already accepted the fact that he had transmigrated and was bound to some damn game system, but an accident still occurred.

After merging with Scum Renard's memories, the two different life experiences and ways of handling things almost drove him mad.

Fortunately, he managed to get through it. This might be what they called memory fusion, or perhaps soul fusion.

Regardless, he felt that he was still that game otaku, merely possessing the memories of the original owner of this body.

However, when Selina mentioned Gilbert's name, he felt as if Scum Renard had come back to life. A jumble of complex emotions surged into his heart instantly, as if the other party was fighting for control of the body.

This made him feel fear, and when fear reached its extreme, it turned into anger. He needed a place to vent his anger; otherwise, he would go completely mad. So, he found Gilbert.

Renard silently chanted in his heart: Scum Renard, you are a failure, scum in the eyes of the people, a coward who lacks the courage to face his enemies...

He wanted to suppress his chaotic thoughts in this way. Fortunately, it worked, and his emotions began to stabilize.

His mind raced as he began to ponder the reason for this situation.

After thinking for a long time, he felt that the problem was too complex and there was no clue whatsoever. It was beyond his understanding.

Just then, a crisp notification sound disrupted his thoughts: "Host, do not be agitated. Actually, Scum Renard was already struck dead by lightning. You have merely merged with his memories. This feeling is like experiencing his life."

"Gilbert was Scum Renard's arch-rival. His greatest obsession in life was not being able to defeat him. Since you have experienced his life, you will naturally express similar emotions..."

The voice in his mind made Renard freeze. After a long while, three words appeared in his mind: Golden finger?

"First of all, I am not some golden finger, but a product of a God-level Civilization."

"God-level Civilization?"

"That's right. The host may have heard the saying that the end of science is theology."

The notification sounds continued to ring out, while Renard remained bewildered. To him, the various terms explained by the System were difficult to understand.

Perhaps sensing his dullness, the System finally said impatiently, "It's hard to communicate with a low-level civilized being like you. Just know that I am something very powerful. You'll understand the rest later."

Was I looked down upon? Although he didn't understand what the other party was, the problem that had been bothering Renard was solved.

The complex emotions vanished instantly. He felt his mind extraordinarily clear and couldn't help but laugh as he swung his sword and charged at the bewildered Gilbert.

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