Thinking about the Shadow walker and him getting called a Celestia bastard and halfling, Jason wondered, if what the foreign race said was true or not.

In the end, they only spoke in their own language which he could understand, without knowing if what he understood was even right, while all three of them seemed to be curious about the origin of his existence, which caused goosebumps to spread all over his body, only by thinking about it.

Ever since he had been born, Jason felt different than his peers, because his senses were extremely refined, which was however obvious because of his blindness, but even after he gained his eyesight, he was always astonished about his achievements.

Whether it was his vast memory, his high endurance towards pain, innate combat talent, and even more so his high mana mastery, control, sensitivity, and so on.

"What am I?" Jason suddenly mumbled while biting his lip in frustration, which caused Old Drake to turn away from the two foreign race envoys, to look at him as he lifted his eyebrow in confusion.

Without knowing what exactly the black-haired youth in front of him meant, he simply said.

"You are a good boy, don't forget that!!"

With that being said, Old Drake stored the two dead envoys' corpses away, before he called someone on the holographic screen that manifested in front of him.

Averting his gaze to Jason once again, he said while smiling lightly.

"I have to go, please beat some senses into Little Max and Seron, so they can go and take care of themselves."

Looking weirdly at Old Drake, Jason couldn't help but smile, with his tension loosening up.

'He is a really weird one…' He thought before turning to Seron and Max who still couldn't get the hang of themselves.

Summoning Artemis and Scorpio from his soul world, he ordered them to take care of the two youths, while he tried to collect his senses too.

'Let's just assume that the Shadow walker didn't lie...if I'm really a Celestia halfling, even if I don't know what that is, who among my parents is from the Celestia race then??

My mother never told me anything about my father, but she had unique eyes and I don't know their ability!

Furthermore, she never showed me her soulbonds...But...she wouldn't have died then, right?

The slight trace of fear, I perceived from the Shadow walker as he talked about the Celestia race is definitely not something a human heir could kill just like that…'

Sighing, Jason didn't know what right or wrong way, as he continued his train of thoughts, even if it was painful to think about his mother.

'If it's not my mother, Is it, my unknown father, then? Was everything about him a lie? About him being in debt and an alcoholic? All of that?

But why did mom lie to me? Couldn't she have stayed with my father then? Or how the hell did they even meet? How could I have even been born?!

Wait!! Is that even important now??'

Stopping his train of thought, he averted his attention to something else that was more important for him right now!

His individual unique characteristics!!

Thinking about his unique characteristics, Jason could immediately name his special eyes, unique soul world, superior mana aptitude, high memorizing ability, and most likely even combat awareness.

From his knowledge, all foreign races had a high combat prowess with a better mana mastery than most humans with only a few exceptions, while they shouldn't have soulbonds, because they have never been seen.

But not being able to see something doesn't mean it didn't exist.

'If I'm really a halfling from a foreign race….are all of my unique traits common in this Celestia race?!' Jason suddenly began to doubt his own life and uniqueness and he silently stood inside a ten-meter deep crater, not knowing what to think about.

'Am I just something commonly found in their race? Nothing special at all?' Looking down at himself, he lifted his flat hand, only to slap himself firmly in order to get back to his senses.

*Slap*

With mana enveloping his flat hand, he slapped himself firmly, only for Artemis and Scorpio to charge towards him worriedly.

Transmitting their confusion, Jason could only smile weirdly, as he said

"I'm fine… It was only a subtle live crisis every youth goes through"

He couldn't be sure of that fact, but he just said so in order to reassure his soulbonds, that everything was fine, as he thought about Shane.

'He will be fine, right?' Worrying about his master was normal but Jason couldn't help but think about his own situation because there was no way for him to help his master at the moment.

Taking a few deep breaths, Jason arranged his thoughts.

'Even if my father were to be a Celestia, my mother had unique eyes, which means that my eyes are most likely a combination of both genetic models, right? If I consider the Celestia race as superior to humans, which is most likely the case, I probably inherited my mother's unique eyes, only for them to be further amplified by the Celestia race genes?'

This might be far-fetched from Jason, but he had to arrange his thoughts somehow and without knowing anything about the Celestia race, this was the only way he could think of right of the bat.

As such, Jason decided to divide his unique traits into two sections, which he labeled [Human] and [Celestia].

'I can almost say for sure, that my combat awareness and mana aptitude are innately high, which means I most likely inherited them? My high memory and comprehension abilities are probably the same, huh? Well… considering that I refined a sub-area, I can at least partially say that It was my own achievement..'

Thinking about how to divide his unique traits, Jason started to feel slightly better.

Even if the Celestia race was something he never heard before, he always felt weird that almost everything was much easier for him than others.

Jason was still unable to completely comprehend or accept that he should be a halfling from another race, but thinking about his extremely large soul world and special eyes, he doubted that there was an easier answer than him being from another race, at least partially.

'Wait?! My soul world!? Is my soul world so large because of myself, or because of the assumed Celestia genes?…and what about the fortified soul conjunction with my soulbonds?

Is the connection to my soulbond so firm, because of my origin?

This Shadow walker envoy called Yreal was already extremely strong and the other envoys said that he was a prodigy from the younger generation… how strong is the Celestia race if even a prodigy at such a high level was scared to do something to me, a presumed halfling?!'

Pondering, Jason couldn't answer the question about his soul world completely, and he decided to take everything about his eyes and soul world as a fusion between his humans and presumed Celestia race genes.

Looking into the sky, Jason noticed that it was still early in the morning, when a cold draft brushed past his face, as he thought

'We live on a single continent on Argos and the foreign races call the whole planet a lower world, huh? It seems like there are many things for me to see...If I'm half Celestia it doesn't change anything, right?...there is still the other half…'

Even if he continued to think about the Celestia race with their possibility to have a vast soul world that allowed them to contract beasts like him, Jason was right now a normal human around his brethren.

There weren't many skyscrapers left standing and many collapsed, and surprisingly the Artisan tower was still standing firmly.

Ordering his soulbonds to attack Seron and Max once again, they seemed to finally gather their senses, as they looked at Jason with remaining traces of fear within them.

Both were shocked and Max asked him

"How can you remain so calm, after witnessing the battle of four sovereigns...didn't you feel death enveloping every cell in your body?"

But Jason just looked at him quietly, before he said somewhat frustrated, about his incapability to fight.

"Did your anxiety help you to prevent their fight? In the end, we can't do anything against such powerhouses, even if we wanted to... How beneficial was being afraid to you?…"

Mumbling he added "Furthermore, I doubt that the foreign races were normal sovereign ranked beings, at least the Shadow walker" which caused the two youths to halt their moves.

Sighing, Jason dragged them on their feet, because he didn't want to waste more time standing within the battlefield that was filled with hundreds of craters and fissures, as he asked himself something that was not even remotely close to his previous topic.

Looking at the two big family heirs, he said

"Will the government repair everything fast enough to prevent their citizens from migrating to other cities?"

Seron thought Jason might ask something different about the foreign races or something else, but asking about the time required to repair Cyro-City? What was wrong with Jason… did his brain malfunction witnessing the devastating fight?

This caused him to laugh out, as he looked at Jason bewildered.

"You are really differently built than we… How can you bother thinking about something like this after you witnessed powerhouses fighting against each other...It would make more sense if you asked more about the foreign races that appeared, or something similar.

Who except you would think about the time required to repair Cyro-City...It's not even that this is the most important to do right now"

Hearing this, Jason felt extremely stupid, as he scratched his head before he remembered the underground shelter being pierced.

"The Fler's!" He shouted out, as he gripped Seron's shoulders firmly!

"Where is the entrance for the underground shelter!!"