Seed of Titan-Chapter 112: How It All Came to Be

’The Prophesied Child? Didn’t Paul call me that too right before he died?’ Drai thought. He cast a wary look at Zar, suspecting that the old man was somehow connected to these robed people too. The thing that prevented Drai from truly believing this notion was Zar’s action of killing Wilfred, which Drai thought didn’t make any sense if the two were actually on the same side.

"So you’ve heard of it before," Zar said upon seeing Drai’s reaction.

"...Yes. Before I killed Paul, he suddenly wanted to talk with me while calling me ’the Prophesied Child’—just like what you’re doing right now, Rector," Drai admitted while secretly tensing his leg muscles, ready to run in case his suspicion came true.

A look of understanding dawned on Zar’s face. "Ah, I see why you’re on edge. But I’m not working with the Crimson Order—at least not anymore."

"’Not anymore’?" So you used to work with them?" Drai asked, taken aback by Zar’s statement.

"Of course," Zar replied. "Many of their executives used to be my friends. We once belonged to the same organization—until they decided to revolt."

The air shifted as Zar suddenly let out an overwhelming killing intent, making Drai shudder in reflex.

"Oh, sorry about that," Zar said, immediately withdrawing his murderous aura. "I can’t help but have this visceral reaction whenever I think about that incident. Even after all these decades, it still feels as fresh as the day it happened."

Drai gave a nod, although he was wondering what had happened in the past for the rector to harbor such a deep grudge.

As if reading Drai’s mind, Zar said, "Since this is related to you, I’ll explain it briefly." He then took a deep breath and began explaining.

"During the Century of Chaos, there was someone with a very strong seer class. Unlike clairvoyants who can vaguely sense things that may occur in the immediate or near future, this person’s abilities would let him vividly experience scenes of events happening in the future, including those that would only occur years or even decades later."

Zar’s description astounded Drai, who immediately thought of the clear advantages one would have if they had someone with such power at their side.

’Wait... Surely my visions aren’t prophecies, right?’ Drai suddenly pondered.

Meanwhile, Zar continued, "However, this person didn’t like to meddle with fate. While the flame of war was scorching the whole continent, he mostly kept his visions to himself. He even turned a blind eye against countless atrocities, fearing that his interference would create even worse butterfly effects. But one day, he received a vision that changed his stance, which led him to gather people he found trustworthy, eventually forming a secret organization of which those Crimson bastards and I used to members."

Drai’s eyes widened. "You were part of this ancient group?" he asked.

Zar nodded, his expression darkened as he said, "Unfortunately, this organization doesn’t exist more, Drai. Those bastards destroyed us from within, betraying our founder’s ideals. And after finding out that the traitors created a group called the Crimson Order, we survivors decided to band together and create an opposing group, the Verdant Order. Our goal is to bring down the Crimson Order while trying to fulfill our original mission."

"And that mission... it involves me, doesn’t it?" Drai easily inferred.

Zar’s gaze softened as he felt sorry for the young man’s circumstances. "It does. The specifics have been lost over time, but our founder ultimate goal was to aid the person he saw in his vision that day—the one we call the Prophesied Child.

"The only clear details that are left to my generation was that the person we’re looking for is a silver-shaded man who can grow as big as a hill. That’s why I only recognized your identity after you transformed and attacked that woman earlier."

Drai’s brows furrowed as he immediately questioned, "What if I’m not one you’re waiting for? What if you’re mistaken?"

"It doesn’t matter," Zar said, leaving drai confused.

"How come? Isn’t this the most crucial aspect of your mission?" Drai pressed the matter.

Zar let out a sigh and asked back, "How many people do you think we’ve suspected to be the Prophesied Child in the past three and a half centuries or so?"

Drai thought about it briefly and replied, "Maybe around ten?"

Zar shook his head.

"...Five?"

"Zero."

Drai’s jaw nearly dropped. "What?"

"Yes, Drai. Despite centuries of searching across Atria, we have never found anyone with matching characteristics. We’ve seen many people with silver hair, skin, or markings, but none who could enlarge their bodies. And those who could grow in size lacked any natural silver features—not to mention, they also couldn’t grow as big as you.

"That’s why I said it doesn’t matter whether you’re truly the person from our founder’s vision. You are the only one we’ve ever found to match the description, and we will aid you regardless."

Drai fell silent. He knew his class was special, but he didn’t realize that it was so unique that there was no one in the continent of Atria that had closely resembled him since the Century of Chaos. A part of Drai was thinking that the Verdant Order had simply missed more than a few matching people. After all, keeping surveillance over an entire continent seemed nearly impossible.

As Zar watched Drai closely, he let out a faint smile. ’Seems like Ravi wasn’t just boasting. Instead of feeling smug or special, the first thing this boy does is doubt his authenticity.’

After he was done sorting his thoughts, Drai finally spoke. "Okay, I get your point, but what am I supposed to do now? Does this role come with some sort of responsibility?"

Zar shook his head. "No, you should just live your life just as it was, but we’ll make sure to help with your difficulties, including this one. Our role is to aid you until you’ll ’ready’, whatever that means."

Zar chuckled slightly before saying, "Prior to this, I had assumed that the Prophesied Child would be striving for a particular goal, but it seems like you’re just a normal student with a unique class."

Drai didn’t deny Zar’s words. He was still unsure whether he could fully trust Zar, or if the old man had some kind of hidden agenda. So for the time being, Drai decided to keep the nature of his class a secret.