Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1482 Adrian's Origins

The pursuit of a better living environment and the effort to maintain it seem to be an instinct of intelligent beings.

From a personal standpoint, Impelli's attempt to distance himself from his background seems to be beyond reproach.

After all, in Crystal City, which was surrounded by orcs, he was just a typical example that was deliberately singled out.

This was a claim made to prove that the Anemor had no prejudice against pure humans, an indicator created to reach the threshold of a Level 3 civilization.

In Animos, a surname is not just a simple designation, but represents a high and prestigious status.

Not everyone in Crystal City has a surname. This shows just how special the "honor" of the surname Impelio is.

But his name—Zero—a mark that had followed him from the Loess Plateau, seemed to constantly remind him that all of this was nothingness.

What choice does he have?
They vowed unwaveringly not to be blinded by the generous conditions, not to enjoy a better life, and not to pilot the Beast Soul Mech that all orcs looked up to? They swore to stand with the people of the Loess Plateau?

What's the point? How would it change the situation in the Loess Plateau?

He's just an individual, a fabricated illusion, lacking any truly extraordinary abilities. Once he recognizes the true nature of this world, where does he find the courage to resist?
There is nothing but obedience.

Perhaps one day, when there are enough people in high positions in Jingyao City, it might be possible to stir up a ripple?

But will that day really come?

Impelli denied this possibility countless times, yet he had to use it as an excuse to convince himself that he was only temporarily lying low, so that he could enjoy everything he had now with a clear conscience.

What's wrong with him?

Wouldn't it be the same for anyone?

He is right!
Adrian's words stirred up a storm of emotions in Impelli, and even the saw-mouthed gourd couldn't help but retort.

"The way Patriarch Finch is saying that he's speaking up for the people of the Loess District," Impelli sneered. "Speaking of which, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have witnessed the prosperity of Crystal City. You deserve the most credit for my success today. I've never had a chance to properly thank you, so how about... I make it up to you today?"

His attitude contained absolutely no hint of gratitude. It was simply a way of reminding Adrian that he wasn't exactly a paragon of virtue either.

“That’s right,” Antonio laughed and patted the sofa. “Speaking of which, you’re the one who brought him out of the Loess Plateau and sent him to Crystal City. You’re his great benefactor.”

They never really figured out Adrian's stance.

If Impellis breaks with the past, and Adrian stands up for him, does that mean his family's stance is more certain?

"Hmph!" Adrian dropped his aristocratic airs. "I just can't stand your despicable face. It's true that humans are a race utterly devoid of morality."

"Watch your words!" Lin Fan shouted.

“Exactly!” Antonio sat up straight, unconvinced. “You two can argue all you want, but don’t let it escalate into a group attack. We’re both morally upright and great people.”

Unfortunately, nobody paid them any attention.

Impelli crossed his arms, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "I thought the Finch family head's fondness for humans stemmed from his own special origins..."

"You!" Adrian's expression suddenly changed, his lazy demeanor vanished, and his entire body tensed up.

"What special background?" Antonio knew something was up and pressed for details without hesitation. "Don't tell me it's something else."

"You dare!" Adrian made his move, and a dark shadow shot towards Impelio.

Impelli gripped the armrest, leaning to one side. The dark figure brushed past his ear, shattered the thick backrest, and then pierced through the side panel of the coffin behind him, smashing decorative vessels with a series of loud crashes.

“What do I have to be afraid of? It’s no secret in Crystal City that your birth mother is human,” Impelio turned around, sneering at the irritable Adrian. “I am the glory of the Annie Demon, what can you do to me? What do you dare to do to me?”

"Wow~" Antonio grabbed Lin Fan's arm and stomped his feet excitedly, "Even though he's the villain, he's so cool."

Lin Fan grabbed Antonio's tendon with his other hand, regaining control of his hand, and looked at Adrian.

His face was contorted with rage, his teeth clenched tightly, and his whole body trembled violently… “Master!” The steward suddenly appeared outside the hall. “I think I heard some utensils breaking here. Should I go in and deal with it now?”

"Get out!" Adrian roared. But in the end, his white-faced fists could only loosen. "Fine, you win!"

His face was gloomy, and he threw himself back onto the sofa with a smile that was both angry and amused, completely abandoning his previous polite demeanor.

"You'd better pray you wear that title for the rest of your life, otherwise..."

"Don't worry," Impelio replied defiantly, unfazed by his threat, "I certainly won't lose my title before yours, the head of the Finch family."

Their eyes seemed to shoot out invisible lasers, and the air was filled with an intense, sparking atmosphere.

“Excuse me for interrupting!” Antonio raised a hand, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the two of them. “Could someone continue the story after the birth mother was human? We’d love to hear it.”

"Don't take me with you," Lin Fan denied.

“Oh, okay, I’d love to hear it,” Antonio said, shrugging. “So, could someone kindly tell me about it?”

Adrian had a curse in his mouth, but remembering the terrible way he had been beaten by the mech, he finally spoke up before Impelio could.

"I'll tell you myself," he sighed. "Since it's a secret that everyone knows, it doesn't matter if more of you know."

This time it was Impelli's turn to be surprised.

Who is Adrian? Although he doesn't know him completely, he definitely can't be that easy to talk to.

Especially since he had just massacred the Finch family and seized the inheritance.

While his birth mother's situation wasn't exactly a secret, it was arguably his biggest sore spot.

Just moments ago, this ruthless person was so eager to tear off a piece of their own flesh and blood, but now, because of the other party's casual question, "Want to know?", they are actually willing to reveal their most shameful secrets.
Impelli then turned to Antonio and Lin Fan and began to examine them carefully.

Who are they?

Or... His gaze fell on the black figure curled up next to Lin Fan's legs, breathing steadily.

Because of the Burning Beast?
Want to surrender to this person in the most shameful and subtle way?

“Actually, there’s nothing special about it.” Adrian adjusted his posture, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, and looked up at something unseen. “My birth mother was human, and my birth father was beastman. I was not born pure, which is why I have an awkward position in the family.”

Impelli was right; this was indeed no secret in Crystal City.

From a young age, he was called a "mixed-race bastard".

Despite being born into the Finch family and being a direct descendant of the patriarch, he had absolutely no claim to the inheritance.

He was forever excluded from the circle of power, as if his birth was merely an accidental experiment.

Adrian was ashamed of his impure bloodline from a young age, hated his incompetent mother, and hated the orcs who mocked him... until one day, he discovered that the so-called pure-blooded orcs were not as pure as he thought.

Since everyone is a "hybrid," why should he be inferior to those orcs who claim to be purebred?

If he isn't given the right of inheritance, he'll find a way to take it himself.

Since Jingyao City had no opportunity, he planned to seize opportunities where they might arise...

I'm grateful for his childhood experiences. He lacks any haughty arrogance, but possesses a flexibility and adaptability that I wonder if inherited from his mother or honed by life's trials…

In short, he, a bastard, has now successfully brought the once unattainable title of "Head of the Finch Family" into his possession.

Adrian reflected on his life, then looked at the quiet coffin behind him and smiled gently.

Actually, nothing in life is absolutely impossible, right?

Dear Father.