Activating his bloodline, Alabaster's aura began to skyrocket.
White streaks of light began to surround his body, making him stronger.
"Heavenly White Tiger bloodline? This will be fun," the Juggernaut Ragnarok smiled.
"It is..." Feeling his strength, Alabaster felt invincible.
Initially, knowing he possessed such a noble bloodline, he didn't care about it.
He believed in the strength that he earned, not something given to him by luck.
However, as he faced a more powerful and talented enemy, Alabaster felt stupid.
If he denied everything because it didn't come from his hard work, then should he also strip his talent away? Should he weaken his naturally strong body? Should he dilute his powerful senses?
Everything in this world is destined.
Whether we like it or not, we can only work with what we have and hope to make the best of it.
