Ancient emperors usually named their eldest son the next heir to the empire—their so-called legitimate eldest son—and spent the final years of their lives building him up so he could rule.
Nowadays, many merchant families had carried on the tradition. The only difference was that bloody conflicts often erupted over who would become the clan leader. In the end, it came down to whose fists were harder.
Of course, this only happened after the old master had passed away. If some little brat dared to kick up a fuss before the position had even opened up, it would probably end with a round of "Kill! Son! No Regrets!"
But Hogg was hardly an old man. At barely over ten thousand years old, he was in the prime of his life. He'd probably still be alive and well when the universe fell into Silence.
"What your father gives you, you can have. If he doesn't give it to you, don't even think about it. Stop making a scene. You two just met for the first time and you're already fighting. Could you at least show me some respect?"
Looking at his two big kids, Hogg felt like his head was growing spikes. He had a bad feeling about this.
One was Goliath, who commanded the Blacklight Zerg. The other was Jeanne, leader of the Angel of Bliss. Though the ultimate control over both rested with him, if these two had a falling-out, Alicia would become a little too urbanized.
But there could only be one tiger on a mountain, and Hogg's parenting skills were just as questionable. Still, compared to Old Man Yellow's story of a father and son who loved each other dearly, this was far better—perhaps a little too good. Anyone could see that the two of them didn't