Young And Old

The old man never thought his act would be seen through. Worse, he never imagined one day he'd be punched in the face by a junior as weak as a bug.

But as Varian's fist broke Merov's jaw and blasted his teeth off into the space like fucking rockets, he had no choice but to accept he fucked up.

A light green light eminated out of Merov and pushed him away from Varian, created enough distance between them to give him a breather.

'I had my doubts before, but I'm sure of it now. This boy's soul is young…too young, not even a century old! And he got the strength that rivals Merov?'

His pupils shook as he watched Varian with newfound emotions.

Awe and fear.

But they quickly turned into something more.

Greed.

'Not Merov, this boy is my chance! And not just any chance, my chance to reach the peak of existence!'

The shift in his emotions wasn't very subtle. Varian guessed what the old bastard was thinking without even trying to.