This King Had An Omnishop-Chapter 20 - Raw

Alexander was speechless. The old man was clearly too amazed or perhaps frustrated by his lack of knowledge on the topic.

Deciding to steer the conversation back to the point, Alexander asked, "So you're saying that this grandson of yours is a spirit from the legends? But aren't you human? How did he become a spirit? Are your ancestors from the Spirit Race?"

Bombarded by so many questions, the old man felt his patience wearing thin, his ears nearly ringing.

"Your damn ancestors are the spirits," he cursed inwardly, though he refrained from saying it out loud.

With a sigh, he patiently explained, "No, we are not from the Spirit Race, and our ancestors were all commoners. But my grandson is different he's a half spirit. That's what my daughter told me."

Alexander finally pieced it together, narrowing his eyes as realization dawned. "So, your daughter is human, but she gave birth to a spirit. That can only mean..." He trailed off.

The old man then gave a small nod. "Yes, her husband... the father of my grandson... is from the Spirit Race. That's what she told me," he said with a weary sigh, leaning back slightly as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear.

"She used to wander off to a lake near Grimhowl Forest, a place she loved," the old man began, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "She was always going on about the beauty of the view, the peace of the water, and so on."

He paused, his tone shifting to one of reluctant pride. "Then one day, she came back home and told me she met a man there. A handsome one, she said, who confessed his love to her."

Alexander raised a brow, since this seems to be like a fairytale to him. "And you just believed her?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders. "What was I supposed to do? She said he was so charming and otherworldly. And honestly, my daughter isn't exactly lacking in the looks department either," he said, his chest puffing out with pride.

"She got her beauty from me, after all. My genes carried hard, overpowering my wife's genes like a champion," he added proudly, a smug grin creeping across his face.

Alexander blinked beneath the cover, unsure how to respond. "Really? It seems your wife carried the whole thing rather than you," but he only spoke this inwardly, afraid to hurt the old man's ego.

Alexander's lips twitched, torn between disbelief and laughter. "So, let me get this straight—your daughter meets a random, handsome man in the woods, falls in love, and now you've got a half-spirit grandson. And your biggest takeaway from this is... your genes?"

"Yes, that's just about it," the old man responded, nodding his head.

"Then why aren't Kael's mother and father here?" Alexander asked.

At the question, the old man's eyes suddenly filled with sadness, and he let out a heavy sigh.

Seeing this, Alexander immediately realized he must have asked something bad.

"Kael's mother died when she gave birth to my grandson," the old man explained, his voice heavy with sorrow.

"She said this was the path she had chosen, and that her death was unavoidable. As for his father, my daughter told me he left because he was being hunted. If he had stayed, not only would we have been in danger, but the entire kingdom could have been implicated."

Alexander, listening to this, shook his head as he looked down at the child in his arms. He couldn't help but reflect on how cruel and tragic fate could be.

This kid's mother had died when he was born, and his father was on the run, hunted by enemies.

"So, young man, can you accept this favor of mine? I don't have much time left," the old man muttered in a low voice, his strength fading as he closed his eyes.

Alexander, who had been in a dilemma moments ago, finally made his decision. If he invested some resources into this child, maybe one day he might gain a strong and loyal general.

"I accept," Alexander replied.

Hearing this, the old man managed a faint smile, his eyes half-closed.

"Before you go, reach into my right pocket and take the item inside," the old man instructed, as his body could no longer move.

Alexander adjusted the kid in his right arm as he stepped closer to the old man. Carefully, he extended his hand into the old man's pocket to retrieve the item.

The moment his fingers wrapped around a hard, long object, the old man suddenly trembled, his body jolting as if struck by a surge of electricity.

Alexander feeling something is wrong when he caressed the item, he look at the old man, face that was red in shame.

"Don't tell me..." Alexander voiced trailed off, as he backed off in the speed of light.

"F*ck my hand, this-this. This is not real!!" Alexander muttered in despair, he actually touched it, he freaking touched the thing.

The old man in the bed who's face so red like a tomato coughed to ease the awkwardness.

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"Young man, I'm very sorry about that," the old man said, his face now serious.

"I've been bedridden for a year and have lost the strength to move or walk and it also affected my memory. The item is actually in my left pocket."

Alexander's smile twitched, looking utterly broken. Seeing this, the old man attempted to console him.

"Don't worry, young man. Ever since my wife passed away 30 years ago, my thing has never been used, so it's perfectly clean," he added with a reassuring smile.

"What do you mean it's perfectly clean? Just because it's never been used doesn't mean it's clean!" Alexander thought, cursing the old man countless times in his mind, though a few of those curses were directed at himself.

He had been too careless. But the most unforgettable part was that the fabric at the bottom of the old man's pocket was completely worn out... meaning he had touched it raw. Raw!!!

Alexander's expression was filled with sorrow, and he couldn't help but wish for an Amnesia-Rator—something that could erase this traumatic memory.

But, unfortunately, there were no mad evil scientists in this world to grant him such mercy.

"Are you sure you put it there?" Alexander asked, remaining frozen in place.

The old man's eyes glinted with dissatisfaction, sensing that the young man had grown wary after the unfortunate accident.

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"I'm sure," the old man gritted his teeth.

Seeing the look of the old man, Alexander then walked over to the sides and then reached out into his left pocket.

His hand this time did not went too deep but as he touched the item. THE REAL ITEM!

He took it out and look at it in his arms, and when he looked at it the system identifies the items in his hand.