Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 794: Spirit Integration

A few hours later, after the ceremony was over. Ozia’s guests had all been well fed and the little details that had to be settled in the background were taken care of.

Ozia, fortunately, did not have to worry that his son and the other children would cause trouble on this day. They were not like him and his siblings after all.

His son was bipolar in the truest sense but he understood that there were consequences for some things.

He was not like the young Ozia and his brothers. Actually, Ozia was the troublesome one, how brothers only got in trouble because they were around him.

In a way, that version of Ozia was still there. Arrogant, absolutely disdainful of everything around him, and an ego that only feared his father and the power to back it up.

Those traits were still there. But Ozia had learned the art of masking his intention and just looking calm.

One habit that Oiza never let go of was his strange sexual fetish.

Yes, Isabella, the fox who had once been the love of his life, had betrayed him, but that was not enough to make him forget about the fetish entirely.

It simply changed the way he approached it. Falling in love with a lower life creature? That would probably never happen again.

But just because love was absent didn’t mean he would not taste the forbidden fruits every once in a while.

Outside the incredibly large Apex Pyramid, on the bottomless floor, Ozia walked out of the hall entrance into the outside world with a strict expression on his face.

He had checked his system and had given his son his mission to keep him busy and on track.

As for the other children of his, they were yet to complete the mission that their older brother had completed to earn a crown as princes.

This was the tradition Ozia Leon’el Ol’mytee was taking. He would set achievable missions for all his children to act as a rite of passage before they became princes or lords.

This way, he didn’t have to worry that he was being biased or employing nepotism. Looks knew that nepotism was one of the ways to create a weak clan.

Putting incompetent figures in positions of power simply because of their birthright alone was not effective long-term.

It would not only cause resentment, but could lead to instability as those figures did not really work for their position, only riding on the wave of success of their fathers or mothers.

The lions could afford this type of thinking because they were polygamous and could have a lot of children eventually. They could afford to select their most competent children to lead their kingdoms.

However, other creatures that were monogamous or had low birth rates could not even think of this.

Meritocracy in such societies came at the cost of making the elites angry which sounded nice to the bottom part of a society but didn’t make a lot of sense to the upper echelons.

In a society where everyone was having two to three children with few exceptions having more, the parents did not have the luxury of waiting for their children to be competent.

It was not a secret that some of the most powerful factions tended to be run by large families.

Some...

After watching all his guests leave, Ozia was standing outside the entrance to the hall with his arms behind him.

His eyes scanned the horizon and he took a deep breath.

He remembered that something should be waiting for him in the private chambers of his pyramid.

He sighed.

Even with his strong willpower, he still couldn’t ignore some impulses.

"Greetings brother," Suddenly, a voice came from behind Ozia.

Ozia didn’t turn back, he was familiar with the voice and presence.

"Silas, greetings," Ozia said, wearing an amicable smile on his face.

A slim figure walked up and stood beside Ozia, "How have you been?" Silas asked.

Silas had changed a lot, he was no longer the little child he once was back on planet Kareem.

He had grown up to be a fine and mature lion.

In his humanoid form, he was above six feet tall. Standing next to Ozia, he looked very short.

His silver white hair, which he had inherited from his mother was now long and straight, reaching his waist like a milky waterfall.

Growing on his chin was a short beard. Silas did not keep a mustache or a full bearded appearance, just that simple stub below his lips.

Silas wore simple white robes that were not luxurious. He could stroll in the mortalverse and the only way anyone would know his identity was through his ears and tail.

"I’ve been good, and you?" Ozia asked.

Silas nodded almost immediately, "I’m okay," He said, his silver eyes reflecting a deep understanding and self-awareness.

He was not fine.

Ozia knew it.

"Silas, what’s wrong?" Ozia asked.

Silas was silent. He was thinking.

Standing close to his big brother,.he felt a sense of warmth and safety that he had not felt in a long time.

"Let’s find a place to sit, first," Ozia said. He knew his little brother had something going on in his mind and would like it if the matter opened up.

"No need," Silas said, "Let’s take a stroll,"

"Okay," Ozia nodded, and they started walking away from the Apex Pyramid.

Walking at the bottom, they were so tiny that it would be hard to see them from above when compared to the Apex Pyramid itself.

"I’m tired, Ozia," Silas said after they had created some distance between them and the Apex Pyramid.

"Of what?" Ozia asked.

"Of everything," Silas responded.

Silas kept his hands behind his back and Ozia tucked his hands into his pocket.

Ozia had to take slower steps because he had long strides and could easily overtake Silas if he walked a little faster.

"What’s the problem," Ozia frowned. The way Silas talked was not good.

Silas sighed, "I just can’t seem to find myself.

I can’t seem to find meaning in anything I do anymore.

I don’t know why.

I have spent a lot of time honing my powers amongst the vassals.

I have lived amongst them, relished with them, suffered with them, and understood them.

Do you know what I did before coming here?" Silas turned to his brother and asked with a lonely light in his eyes.

"No, I heard that you went to the mortalverse but I don’t really know what you went to do.

Did you run into dragons? Bees? Cheetahs?"

Ozia raised his brow, he was ready to mobilize a great combat force to retaliate against whatever had tried to hurt his brother.

"No," Silas shook his head, "I went to planet Kareem," He admitted.

Ozia’s expression relaxed and a look of coldness flashed in his eyes, "I see, what did you go there to do?"

"Nothing that concerns Isabella," Silas said, already knowing that the topic would change Ozia’s mood.

"How is she?" Ozia asked.

Silas shrugged his shoulders, "I don’t know honestly, she’s just there, wandering around.

Her life is none of my concern, and it should be none of yours. Besides, that’s not why I went there.

I went so that I could perform a spirit integration," Silas said.

"Hmm," Ozia let go of the topic, "What’s that?"

Silas smiled, "It’s a new and improved technique of spiritual mind control, except on a larger scale and without the aspect of control.

That’s why it is called integration. As the user, I am integrating my will and consciousness into the minds of all those involved, not to control them, but to become them.

I tried this on a whole nation on Planet Kareem.

Because of the nature of the technique, I was able to avoid integrating with the minds of the Wardens and secret watchers placed there by Father.

You need to have experienced what I experienced, Ozia," Silas said.

Ozia looked at his brother with a look of surprise. What Silas was describing was similar to embodiment, but not of a law, but of a group of conscious beings.

"How did it go? Tell me," Ozia demanded, the Magus side of him genuinely interested in the result.

"It was...incomprehensible," Silas said, sounding rather exhausted.

"All of them are merely mortals, humans without any powers whatsoever. Integrating my consciousness with many of them was not hard.

It was the first one million, then the next ten million, and soon, I had integrated my mind into the population of the whole nation.

For me to do this, my mind had to expand and implode on itself multiple times over and over again.

As you may think, I would need to be at least tier 6 to be able to achieve that. Well, I became tier 6 during this process.

But that’s the least significant thing that happened to me, Ozia."

Ozia opened his eyes wide. Before now, he had thought that he was the only one amongst his father’s children to be evolved to tier 6.

Now, Silas was telling him that he had done the same thing? When? How come?

"What other thing happened?" Ozia asked.

Silas chuckled with a heavy aura of melancholy moving around him.

"Ozia, what do you know about the Law of Souls and Avatars..."