Though they choose me over the old ones, that doesn't mean they want to throw them away; they still cultivate them, too. After all, they did pay a price to get them here. But when I, the most spoiled son, say I want this or that, they will happily let it happen, pampering me to no end, making me the Golden Son in this case.
My hand slightly touched against the fruit, feeling its soft texture. As greedy as I was, I didn't want to take all this completely away. This dude fighting his way here hasn't done anything wrong against me, and it's in the best interest of this world for him to get stronger too; he still has a role to play in the board that is set.
Killing him won't create any problems for me, but it will cause ripples in the board already set for the game, which was set in motion far before I came aboard. Right now, I can sense how the flow is going, but if I mess with the flow, anything I could see will be lost. A sneer came to my face as I understood the situation.
