When he had read that part of the novel, his heart had ached with rage and frustration.
Alex, Alex. A majestic, mighty figure in the Supreme Realm. Facing a tiny, trash-tier Foundation Realm mob he could crush with a casual wave of his hand.
Why on earth did you swallow such suffocating humiliation? Just because he had good luck and managed to be born earlier?
If it were me, I'd crush him into dust with a single finger.
He never expected he would actually get the chance.
Daven, it's your bad luck today. Wait for your nephew to teach you a proper lesson and help you grow a memory.
"Cut the nonsense!" Daven pressed aggressively.
"Do you admit it, or do you not?!"
Alex smiled cheerfully. "What if I admit it, and what if I don't?"
"If you do not admit it, then I will use my authority as Third Grand Uncle to strip you of your position as Saint Lord of the Hale family!"
