Volume 5 Chapter 33
The Final Battle with Jamael.
Before us, standing in our way, was the artificial life form created by Jamael.
While the magical beasts kept them occupied, I made my way into the fortress.
"Zeke, do you have any idea where Jamael is?"
"Yeah, I have a rough idea."
I placed my hand against the fortress wall and tapped it lightly.
That was a technique called tapping.
By listening to the response and echoes, I could assess any abnormalities inside.
With the Hand of God enhancing this method, I could instantly grasp the internal structure of not just living beings but also these inorganic constructs.
In other words, I could search for life itself.
"There's a huge life form reaction in the deepest part. That's probably Jamael's prized creation. So, Jamael must be nearby."
...And likely, he'll be trying to protect that prized creation.
Just then,
BOOM...!
'W-What just happened!?'
'Zeke, look up!'
Haku and Sia stared upward.
There, descending from above, was...
My father, Grisha Vetarinari.
"...Dad."
"Zeke, so you've come after all."
It looked like he'd been sent by Jamael to hold me back.
"Zeke. Can you fight him? Against Grisha?"
Chippy asked, searching my face for determination.
My father.
The person who raised me, someone important.
The first time we fought, I had faltered, unable to face him properly.
...But this time would be different.
I nearly caused countless lives to be lost because of my own hesitations.
My delays could have brought forth a catastrophe.
"Dad..."
I had made up my mind.
I would save all living creatures with my own hands.
And then...
"I'm going to fight you. If you get in my way, I'll knock you out."
"Is that so..."
"Yeah, and... I'll save you too!"
"!"
I said I would save all lives.
That included my dad as well.
"I've made my choice. I'll protect all precious lives! Dad, you're part of that too!"
If I had to choose between many lives or my father's, I would choose all of them.
A healer destined to save everything that breathes in this world...
"That's because I'm Zeke Vetarinari!"
My old man narrows his eyes at my challenge...
Then he nods and assumes a stance.
"Right now, I'm Jamael's puppet. I'll obey orders without question. So, I won't hold back."
"I get it. Come at me, pops! This is the first and last... father-son fight!"
I've never had a fistfight with my old man before.
This is the first and last time.
"Let's do this, Zeke!"
"Yeah! Bring it on!"
We kick the ground.
And our fists collide...
'The final evolution has begun. Progress: 40%...'
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