Alpha Reborn!

Everyone turned to see the newcomer, who had seemingly appeared in the Imperial Frost Court out of thin air.

He was a ridiculously beautiful man with eyes whose beauty could be compared to the moon and hair that shimmered like ice under the light. He was dressed in all-white, and his presence was commanding yet calming at the same time as if the calm before the storm.

The officials and ministers bowed deeply, recognizing the man as the Grand Patriarch of the Imperial Frost Clan, Magnus's father. He was a legend in his own right, renowned for his unfathomable cultivation.

Magnus lounged on his throne, his face propped up on his hand as he surveyed his father with a cool, detached gaze.

He exuded an air of unshakable confidence as he declared, "This court is mine to rule as I see fit, for I am the Patriarch of the Imperial Frost Clan."

Turning his sharp gaze towards the officials and ministers assembled before him, he spoke with a voice as cutting as a knife through silence. "And let it be known to all who dare to cross my son, that they will face the full fury of my wrath!"

His words echoed like a thundering warning, leaving no doubt in the minds of those who listened that he would stop at nothing to protect Evan from any and all schemers.

Eldrid Frost seethed with indignation. He had never felt so insulted in his entire life. The fact that his own son had spoken to him in such a disrespectful manner, all because of a mere "waste of space" was unforgivable.

In Eldrid's eyes, Evan was nothing more than a worthless piece of trash, all because he had awakened a control-type soul plate. He was a cruel and heartless man that prioritized talent over family.

"Magnus," Eldrid called out.

"Eldrid," Magnus acknowledged his father's call, his voice void of emotion. However, the sardonic twist of his lips betrayed his true feelings.

"Son, you are making a grave error. I implore you to reconsider," Eldrid warned, his tone heavy with concern.

"There is nothing to reconsider, Father," Magnus retorted with a challenging glint in his eyes.

Their eyes met in a furious clash, and it seemed like a fight would break out at any moment.

However, before their brewing conflict could escalate, the doors to the Imperial Frost Court exploded open, and Evan strode in with his head held high.

"Why are you here?" Eldrich asked.

"Grandpa, I am not going to stand by and watch as everything I deserve is taken away from me," Evan declared in a commanding voice that reverberated through the Frost Imperial Court.

Magnus's gaze shifted to his son, his typically unyielding expression softening as he spoke in a gentle tone, "Evan, you don't need to prove anything to anyone. I won't let anyone question your rights while I'm around."

Evan acknowledged that his father was indeed a dependable man, but he had a vision of the future that his father couldn't see.

He knew that if he continued to rely solely on his father, the entire clan would eventually turn against him, and he couldn't let that happen. Magnus deserved all the happiness and success in the world, and Evan didn't want to be the one responsible for jeopardizing his father's legacy.

"You've done enough for me, Father. It's my turn to make things easier for us."

"But-"

Eldrid interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand, insisting, "Let the boy speak his mind, Magnus. He has every right to be heard," before turning his piercing gaze towards Evan, his eyes challenging him to speak up. "What have you come here to propose? Spesk your mind."

Without hesitation, Evan stepped forward and faced Eldrid and the ministers, his eyes blazing with a fierce and unparalleled determination.

"I'm here to fight for what's rightfully mine," he said, "I won't let anyone strip away my birthright. It's my turn to take the reins and lead this clan to greatness."

"How do you plan on doing that? The mere fact that you possess a control-type soul plate is enough to disqualify you from inheriting the clan." Eldrid sneered at Evan, his words oozing with condescension.

Evan didn't answer him. Instead, he posed a question.

ραпdαn૦νel "Our clan values age and seniority over merit and ability. The eldest son of the head of the main family has the first right to inherit the position of patriarch, even if they're not the most qualified or capable. Grandpa, you weren't the eldest among your brothers. How did you become the patriarch of the clan?" Evan asked in calm and steady voice.

A sly smirk tugged at Eldrid's lips as he launched into his story, regaling Evan with the tale of the Inheritance War. It was a brutal competition established by the Founder of the clan to determine who was truly worthy of sitting on the Throne of Frost - a seat reserved for the patriarch of the Imperial Frost Clan. It could only be initiated by the children of the Patriach. And it still hadn't been discarded.

Magnus looked at Evan in shock and pleaded, "Evan, please tell me you're not planning to follow in your grandpa's footsteps?"

Evan smiled guiltily at his father.

"I'm sorry, Father, but I want to initiate the Inheritance War!" He declared his intentions boldly

Evan's unexpected announcement not only startled Eldrid, but also left everyone else in the Imperial Frost court dumbfounded.

"You can't do this, Evan. It's too dangerous."

"I must do this, Father. It's the only way to stabilize the clan and curb insubordination."

Magnus, his father, was quick to try and intervene, but the determined look on Evan's face made it clear that he wouldn't be dissuaded.

Eldrid, who had been watching the exchange with interest, stepped forward and spoke, "Let the boy try. If he fails, he fails. But if he succeeds, he will have proven himself a true member of our family. Child, if you win the war, you will have my approval."

Evan had been waiting for these words, knowing that the support of his father was crucial, but to have the backing of his grandfather, who only cherished talent, would mean that the entire Imperial Frost Clan would fall into his hands.

He didn't particularly like his grandfather, but he couldn't deny the power he presented and his simple nature. Despite his cruel tendencies, Eldrid was straightforward and that appealed to him.

"I am sure you'll keep your word when the time comes, grandpa," Evan said, casting a slightly emotional look at his grandfather before turning to the court officials.

"Announce the initiation of the Inheritance War!"

BOOOOOOOOM!

The sound of horns blared throughout the Imperial Frost Clan, its call reaching every member, even those located on lesser planets throughout the Black Eye Galaxy as if magic.

Notifications were also sent out to all branches of the clan, telling them that their heirs in the first stags of cultivation could participate in the Inheritance War if they were willing.

Excitement rippled in the air as the youngest generation of the Imperial Frost Clan prepared for the inheritance war.

Evan had set in motion a tradition that had not been invoked in generations, and it was causing waves througout the Sun Moon Empire!

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