Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

Chapter 416: Legacies

What is up with these people from the Oscorpe family and their love for self-destruction?! Michael complained. First Blazelle, now Flarexis. The two cousins’ first instinct upon defeat was to kill themselves!

But that was not the time to contemplate about their weird family. The explosion was about to reach him.

Michael was just a millisecond away from activating his Diva and using one of his switches to save himself from the explosion. But just then, he felt a very brief pulse of tremendous power coming from one of the people next to Alaric.

The explosion that was supposed to have blown away the entire castle was suddenly rendered inert.

Somehow, this person made Flarexis’ self-destruction into nothing more than a flashbang.

Whatever’s left of him was now just a black explosive residue on the ground. Not even a single bit of his blood or flesh remained.

As the aftermath of the explosion died down, Michael looked at the man who had stopped the whole castle from destruction. In that brief show of power, he realized that this person had a very powerful Body Formation cultivation. By his estimation, probably not lower than the 7th stage.

“Flarexis was never one to accept defeat. A shame,” Alaric sighed.

But now that the Flarecorp problem was solved once and for all, things could finally return to normal.

Since they were the leaders of major companies back in Metropolis, the Legacies were quick to finish their business and deal with the aftermath of the battle.

Alaric turned to the civilians and the rebels in the throne room. “This is now your territory,” he said to them. “You can elect your own government and decide for yourselves what you want to do.”

And once he said that, the civilians of Batchrock Town heaved a sigh of relief.

Michael was glad for them as well. Usually, when a reigning company gets ousted from a territory, those that were the victor ended up conquering the territory for themselves. But Alaric had no intention of doing so, despite having every right to do so.

This made him think of Alaric as an upstanding man.

Eventually, one of the civilians raised up his pitchfork in the air and cheered.

“Freedom!” he shouted.

The rest of the civilians in the throne room shouted back at him, repeating his words.

“Praise be to the Iron Maiden! She has given us the metal of luck for this victory! Praise be to the Iron Maiden!”

Everyone chanted to the Iron Maiden’s name, completely stupefying Alaric and the other outsiders. None of them had ever even heard of this religion before, but somehow, it seemed to be extremely prevalent in this town.

“No one shall govern this town except for the Iron Maiden!” the man declared, and the crowd cheered back at him.

Alaric and the other Legacies knew just how strategic this territory was, considering its location and proximity to Metropolis. So, they couldn’t help but think that whoever was affiliated with this Iron Maiden religion would benefit greatly from this town.

“Anybody heard of this religion before?” one of them asked.

“Alaric. Is it someone you know?”

Alaric shook his head. “I have no idea. They have quickly taken over this territory with their ideology of this new ‘Iron Maiden’. It’s very impressive.”

“Woah. Big praise from you.”

While the Legacies talked amongst themselves and while the locals celebrated with each other, Michael was left alone on the edge of the throne room’s doorway.

He blended perfectly with the crowd.

Fudge suddenly jumped up from the shadows beside Michael, plopping above Michael’s head.

“Good. You’re here.”

“Yes, Master!”

Michael pointed at the Legacies in front of him. “What can you tell me about them?”

“Hehehe…that’s easy, Master! These people introduced themselves to the locals upon their arrival, so I was able to easily pick up the pieces and put them all together. That one right there is Alaric Goldstone,” Fudge said, pointing to the long black haired man with his locks flowing down to his shoulders.

“He’s from the Gilderaan company, a subcompany of the conglomerate Goldstone.”

Fudge then pointed to two people standing beside Alaric. “Those two guys are Alaric’s subordinates.”

“The man on the right of him, who had short green hair and a sheathed katana on his back, his name is Perseus. It looks like he’s the right hand man of Alaric,” Fudge guessed.

Michael recognized Perseus as the one who had stopped the explosion from creating any real damage to the throne room.

“Master, that man on the left of Alaric is Orion.”

Fudge pointed at the man who was still laying on the ground, completely disinterested with whatever was happening.

Next, Fudge pointed to the pink-haired girl with a ponytail and a short skirt reading a book.

“She’s called Aerith. She’s from the conglomerate Sinclair’s Elixir, acting as the CEO of all their operations in Metropolis.”

And finally, the last one was a burly man who had tanned skin and a very hairy arm. If it wasn’t for his tall height, then Michael would have mistaken him for a dwarf.

“That is Bobby. He’s from the Quench company, a sub company of the Hephaestus conglomerate.”

Three of them were from the same company, Gilderaan, which was headed by Alaric GoldStone. The other was from Sinclair’s Elixir, and the last one was from Hepheasetus company.

This meant that Alaric, Aerith, and Bobby were the actual Legacies, the inheritors from the top conglomerates.

But from what Michael recalled in his conversation with Seberus, there were five of them in total. The fourth one must have been Flarexis, before he was ousted. This meant that there was one last member of the Legacies that wasn’t present here.

“This ends our coalition,” Aerith said to Alaric.

“Yes. Thank you for your help,” Alaric told her. “I really appreciate you for coming.”

Alaric turned to Bobby. “And thank you too, Bobby. The weapons and armors ended up saving a lot of civilian lives.”

Bobby approached Alaric and gave him a big hug. “No problem, man,” he said before turning to leave.

Now that their coalition was done, there was no more need for them to cooperate with each other.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumor,” Aerith said, looking at Alaric with deep eyes. “They said that another vial’s going to be up on auction soon.”

“Hmm…I need that,” Bobby grunted. “My Mithril Artifact needs another coat of Soo.”

Aerith laughed. “Well, good luck to us both, Bobby. Let’s pray that we can save up enough money to put up a decent fight against Alaric this time.”

“You jest,” Alaric waved them off. “I would struggle to win the auction against you both as well.”

Michael realized that although they were Legacies, they were quite friendly with each other—a complete opposite of Flarecorp and Flarexis.

But of course, that didn’t mean that there was no competition amongst them. And it looks like this time, they were competing to get a vial of the Spirit of Old!

He immediately asked ChatJK4 to give him a mental note about it. He definitely would give Metropolis a visit now after he heard this.

Aerith then turned to look at where Flarexis exploded. “It’s just a shame about those GodForge pieces,” she sighed.

She knew that the explosion turned those metals into tiny pieces far too small to even see with the naked eye. There was no way it could be surgically placed to someone else now.