Cursed Comprehension

Kweku Denkyem was a smart child, or at least, he thought of himself as such.

He was always one to question things, and his childhood was filled with endless queries about why and how the world worked, which no doubt vexed his parents and family members to a great degree.

It was this same curiosity that led to his eventual capture and the destruction of his village, an event which haunted the young Kweku to a great degree, ensuring that his every moment of sleep would not be one of relaxation, and his every waking moment would not be one of respite.

Yet, it was that event which also exposed him to the world of immortal cultivation, a concept he had thought of as merely a myth, despite his mother's best efforts to convince him that there were certain people he simply couldn't offend.

In a way, it was quite ironic. His curiosity, which he had thought of as his greatest asset in life, turned out to be the very thing that doomed those around him. The clan, the village, the entire state was wiped out within the span of a single day.

All because a little boy dared to ask a question.

And what was this question? This taboo query that dared escape the mouth of the little boy.

It was a simple: "Why do we serve the king?"

The questioning of a single person of authority—the question of what made them so great—was the question for which the one on the golden stool saw it fit to punish an entire clan.

It was a day that Kweku would never forget, the day that the sky turned red, shattering like an earthenware pot and raining down a hail of fire upon the unsuspecting people, the screams of terror and the hopeless expressions of the people still haunted him today, their ghastly faces still making regular appearances in his minds eye.

No one was meant to make it out alive, and yet, Kweku did.

And he did not—not for a single second—presume that it was by chance.

Somebody had wanted him alive, someone powerful, whose thoughts he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Whether it was to teach him a lesson, or if it was out of pity, Kweku did not know and frankly he couldn't care less.

The only thing that he was sure of, was that the only way he could stay alive and in the know was to embark on immortal cultivation, raising his power and worth in the eyes of the Clan and eventually, even the Asantehene himself.

But to do that he needed allies.

Kweku stared contemplatingly at the back of Ato, trying to determing whether or not he would be useful in the long run.

After staring at him for a few minutes or so, he decided that it would be good to get as much help as possible.

Especially from one as Talented as Ato.

A double root Sunsum was not exactly rare, but it wasn't very common as well, it was said that only 1 in every 3 people had a double root Sunsum, and compared with the Empire's high population of 20 million cultivators, the double root Sunsum was quite uncommon.

This was why Kweku was quite sure that the Clan would invest as many recources as possible into the young boy, and he would maske sure that he would become a vital pillar of support for him.