I'm the King Of Technology

Vitonio Helting...

Though he had calmed down quite a lot, no one dared to underestimate him... except for quite a few, who would try teasing him, wanting to take down the big devil.

Many juniors and even his seniors would always want to stir trouble but ended up badly.

As a rule of thumb, the academy allowed juniors and seniors of 2 levels apart to spar with one another.

After all, it won't be fair for a newbie of 7 years old to spar with a 1st-grade Knightley Commander.

There were rules to everything.

This meant that a few seniors could also challenge him.

They thought they couldn't win but always ended up with very gut-wrenching injuries instead.

What was even more strange was that this demonic tyrant had 2 chummy friends, who would always tag along with him during classes.

The identities of these friends were very off-putting, making many wonder why the big demon chose them as friends.

One was a peasant, while another was an independent noble who popped out of nowhere.

Though their identities were weird, the initial feeling they gave off could scare many away with a single gaze.

They were definitely not normal!

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Vitonio closed his book, leaning against his seat thoughtfully.

"Ambros."

~Swish!

A shadow appeared.

"Young master!"

"Hmm... So you've returned... Any news?"

The fully cloaked Ambros had his head down, retrieving something from his pockets.

Oh?

"What's this?"

"Young master, while I was scouting for information about these strangers, I met with Locke."

Here?

Vitonio tightened his grip on the rolled-up letter.

Locke was one of the men he had stationed in a city not too far from his Klant Town.

For a message to arrive with a red string on it meant things back home weren't looking good.

Who?

Klant was his to inherit! It might be a town, but it was still his inheritance, and he would never allow anyone to touch what he had long taken as his!

Could it be that the royals and many of their foes had finally decided to act?

You should know that his father, Ivo, the Terrible, had all it took to advance in status. Yet, they kept him at the level he was in.

The monarch liked to act as though 'his hands were tied' in changing matters, saying that other nobles disagreed. Vitonio sneered when thinking of it all.

Things weren't as simple as they seemed.

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The Helting Clan was a vast and superior clan scattered across the empire.

That's right.

His ancestors and clan members were also in the Capital. However, they were his enemies.

In short, his father got sent away (banished) to Klant town in his younger days.

And the Helting clan branch here was given to him to overlook. In the end, this also meant that the Clan had decided to abandon the branch here too.

Many because the products there were almost nothing or maybe for other reasons.

In the end, the monarch approved Ivo to be the town lord of Klant.

In the past, his ambitious father had gone against many and lost.

That he understood.

However, if someone tried to project their hatred for his father onto himself… that, he couldn't tolerate!

Whether his father lived or does, what did it have to do with him?

The old man was 43.

Hadn't he lived long enough already?

Vitonio wasn't bothered by the many people wanting his father's neck.

No... What annoyed him was that ever since he came to the Capital at a young age, those Helting bastards in the Head Clan had been secretly making moves at him.

It was quite annoying having to deal with them again and again.

What's worse was his majesty's attitude and the many ambitious people who might want to take his inheritance away, hoping to pull him down.

Vitonio's eyes shone with a calm yet vicious light while untying the red string holding the letter.

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Two minutes went by in a flash.

"look at it."

Em?

Ambros took the note feeling the murderous aura from his lord.

"Young Master! Could it be the work of these strangers?"

From the letter, around the 1st week of last November, Locke headed on to check things under the guise of being a traveling merchant, wanting to rest in an inn or tavern.

You have to know that with all the enemy enemies around him, Vitonio always had his people regularly check on his property... Klant town.

He didn't care about his mother or his father.

His mother has also been a ruthless woman, always trying to please his father.

When he was 4 or so, she would injure him just to frame the other wives.

She used him as a pawn to get closer to Ivo.

And because he was Ivo's only son, of course Ivo would blow his head off if something happened to him.

It wasn't like Ivo loved him so dearly or something like that.

No...

In this world, having a son was also a prestige.

A man could raise their head and talk pridefully in public.

Men who have nothing but daughters were moved and even looked down on.

That is, who is going to carry your name when you're gone? Who will take over your legacy?

Many men refused to accept that all they worked and schemed for would go down the drain because of the lack of an heir.

It was probably why the enemy always came for him and hardly came for his stepsisters.

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Locke had gone to do his routine check. However, he was stopped at the perimeter and told to go back.

What was so shocking was that the entire Klant town seemed to be surrounded by strangers.

Thus, he immediately sent the message to him.

From the description, Vitonio confirmed that they should be the same people who invaded the Capital.

How dare they?

Call it intention, but he had a feeling that if things continued, he would lose Klant town forever.

He had a secret in that Town that he could afford anyone, not even his father, to know.

Vitonio stared at Ambros with a frosty look in his eyes.

"Find their weaknesses!"

"Yes, my lord."

~Swish!

Vanish.