My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

This instead made him feel, for a moment, as if he’d suddenly lost a lot of his goals.

When he walked out of this Great Tomb of the Undead that had been completely turned into an Obsidian crater, he was actually surprised to find his two sons still waiting outside the gate.

"Father Emperor..." The two Undead, who looked like dried corpses, gazed at the person walking out, and the instant they sensed that soul now free of all shackles, they broke into smiles.

Seeing these two sons who had long since become Undead, the Old Demon Emperor’s expression was extremely complicated: there was melancholy, helplessness, and also a final trace of release.

"We two were lucky. We got assigned to watch the gate at the outermost edge, so we actually escaped that fire that was like divine punishment... all the other high-level Undead inside died instead..." the eldest said. He was a Sub-human with a few lizard-like traits.

The Old Demon Emperor himself, rather than a Sub-human, was more like something alien. Apart from having a physique similar to a primate, in essence he was more like a lizardman with an insect exoskeleton, and he looked downright ugly.

Among the Demon Race, it had been said he’d "thrown back" to an ancestor and possessed the power of his forebears, but even by the Old Demon Emperor’s own aesthetic standards he knew he was ugly, so the several wives he had in his youth were all very human-looking.

So his eldest son looked more like a Sub-human with scales, while the second son had only inherited his exoskeleton at a few joints; overall he didn’t look much different from a human.

In his upbringing, the eldest son was raised as a scholar. He had never suffered, never experienced war. The Old Demon Emperor’s requirement for him was to become the most knowledgeable person in all the world.

Unfortunately, in the circumstances back then, it was simply impossible to cultivate someone truly learned. His eldest son could only be said to be a bit better than those other brutes who only knew how to fight and kill, but he didn’t exactly use his brain much either.

So the Old Demon Emperor arranged for him to marry the Princess of the dryad clan, to ensure that even if he had no talent, in the end he could still obtain the protection of that great clan second only to the Demon Race.

As for the second son, the Old Demon Emperor had his other subordinates take him out to fight from a young age, but he was the type that was neither particularly outstanding nor particularly bad. He’d never made any great achievements, but he hadn’t committed any big mistakes either. He was the kind that was qualified to be a deputy general, but nowhere near enough to be the main commander.

So the Old Demon Emperor arranged for him to marry the daughter of the Half-Beastman chieftain. As one of the first tribes to follow him, the Half-Beastmen were among his core troops.

As for the youngest son... better not even mention him...

It was just that all of his former arrangements and schemes had completely fallen through, leaving behind nothing but a mess of feathers and a page full of absurdity...

"Sorry, Father, it’s our fault for being useless. Whether it was stopping Third Brother’s rebellion back then, or stopping him from becoming Undead this time, we failed at both..." The eldest scratched his head. Clearly he’d been raised as a bookish kid, yet he looked silly and simple-minded.

"Tell me, back when I died, what exactly happened with you two?" The Old Demon Emperor walked on in silence, and the two Undead followed slowly behind.

"I... I’m sorry, Father Emperor. I received the news that you were preparing to return to the Royal Capital, so I went in person to welcome you, and then I was ambushed..." The eldest spoke of what had happened in life, and that instantly allowed the Old Demon Emperor to understand what had gone on in the Royal Capital at the time.

"Second, what about you?"

"Father Emperor, I was drinking at the time. After I got drunk, the next time I woke up I was already Undead..." The second son shrank back even more, afraid to speak.

The Old Demon Emperor: "..."

Whatever. All three characters are trash now; just find a successor and start leveling a new alt.

This time, it needs to be a little alt who’s come back from studying abroad in another world.