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It is not easy having pale white skin in a tropical country, but having albinism is harder. “I have albinism. I don’t have pigment in my skin and hair. I’m fine.” Sol explained as well. He noticed that they are not paying attention. “Papa.” Luna called sternly. It seems that it had brought her father back to the discussion. He blinked thrice. Sol counted. “Ah, yes. Yes. We need to find the son that is blessed with Apolaki, the God of the Sun. How do we do that?” her Father asked the priest.

Chapter 89 New Adventures Kie beamed with pride as his father, Niklaus, stepped aboard the "Sea Dragon" and gazed around in awe. The islanders gathered around, marveling at the sleek design and advanced technology on display. "Well done, son!" Niklaus exclaimed, his eyes shining with wonder. "This is truly a marvel of innovation. I think I need an upgrade," he added with a chuckle, clearly impressed by the "Sea Dragon's" capabilities. Neptune smiled, her digital face radiating pride. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad you like what you see. The 'Sea Dragon' is a cutting-edge vessel, and I'm happy to be a part of your family's fleet."

Instantly, they moved aside. “No power, huh?” I asked. Lucas smiled. “No power… but still smart.” Inside the palace of Atlantis, we saw her—Valeria Moreno—on the throne. And beside her… our son. His black wings had grown massive. In his hand, a blue staff crackled with electricity. Valeria laughed. “Come, Sophia! Look at your son—the king of the ocean!” I stepped forward, but my son raised his staff. “Stop, Mother. Grandmother said you want to take my power.”

“His father was Alpha.” There it was again, that word: Alpha. Not fantasy now, and not folklore. It was real enough that my mother said it without blinking. The kettle started whistling softly. Mom turned away quickly to pull it off the stove while I stood there, trying to process the fact that my entire hometown apparently sat on top of a hidden world no one thought to mention. Well, now. Isn’t that just a fruity little bowl of psychological damage. Voices drifted quietly from the living room, low, controlled. Takoda and Elias.

“You are descendants of the Golden queen. She is a genius. You would have inherited her genes. You are immature and arrogant, but I would not take you for a fool.” For some reason, she reminds me a lot of Zara and Zandra during their rebellious stage. “That’s it. Hand him over,” Neptune moves forward. I pull Thandra behind me. “I am not handing over my grandson.” “Then, you will die!” Neptune is now furious. I don’t waste my energy on him but address the person who thinks and processes information at my level. “I doubt it. You see, I used myself to save this whole world. I can take it back in a split second.”

I crossed my arms and pouted as he laughed and lifted me into his strong arms. "We can't have anyone know or help us, love. It's nothing against you. It's just the rules," he said softly and I nodded my acceptance as he carried me towards my room that I was pointing him towards. I heard my father calling out my name and turned to him. Nekane sat me to my feet. "Just wanted you to know that the human fellow you once adored seems to have gotten himself into a bind with some powerful ocean nymphs," he said softly and I shrugged, informing him that Ellis was husband to one of the ocean nymphs' daughters. My dad shook his head.

I had kept the world at a distance, a violet-tinted veil draped over the global grid, allowing the planet to heal while I learned the topography of my son’s face. Nevan remained my constant. He was still recovering from the neural trauma of the Convergence, his movements slow and deliberate, but the "Quiet" he projected was stronger than any digital firewall. He was a man who had stared into the heart of a god-mind and come back with his soul intact. When he held Leo, the jagged edges of my Sovereign reality smoothed out. But the Sovereign never truly sleeps.

"Jason… my son, it's really you. You're alive. Thank God you're alive… Where have you been all these years? We've searched everywhere." I stared at her, unmoved. Her embrace meant nothing now. I pulled away. There would be no tearful reunion, no warm forgiveness. "Now I'm your son?" I said calmly. "When you threw me out back then, you didn't hesitate." My father's lips parted as if to speak. It took effort, but he finally managed, "We're sorry, Jason. We didn't know what Carson had done to you. We trusted him too much. Please… give us a chance to make it up to you."