[Bonus chapter thanks to Rikstingray. Explosive diarrhea awaits you]
Sylas didn't even know what to say.
At first he thought it really was the long bout of meditation that made the old man borderline senile. But he wasn't sure if he could say the same thing anymore.
It was more like this old man's original personality had bee stunted by solitude and the happiness had allowed it to break free like a dam. Almost like his Will had grown so vast he forgot who he was until he was given a reason to recall why.
Now he was just casually using what was at least a top 10 Rune Mastery capability across the entire universe—no, across existence itself—to… draw tits in the skies?
The woman he drew was valiant. She had a strong chin and muscles even larger than Sylas himself. Sylas wasn't exactly all that buff to begin with. He could be much larger if he truly wanted. But this woman was at least a head taller than him and had shoulders double the size, not to mention thighs that could crush a planet.
Was this what the old man was into?
"Good woman, huh?" The old man said with a grin. Somehow, he managed to make the perfect old perv face with the visage of a teenage boy.
Sylas didn't reply.
"Ah, you're no fun. Anyway, I guess I should probably thank you somehow, but you seem like the sort to be a nightmare to gift for. If I ask you what you want, you won't reply either, now would you? Don't you see the trouble that es from being too prideful?
"Well, I guess you have the right to be so prideful. But it's a pain in the ass, don't you think—."
"I want a Creation of Key. Not just any normal Creation of Key. I want one that allows me to fully control every aspect of the Skai Heaven's Creation tower." Sylas said indifferently.
The old man froze. "Did you just…?"
"I'd also like an appropriate Rune Path for my mother and father to follow based on these two auras."
Sylas' Will shifted and he mimicked what he sensed from his mother and father before they disappeared.
"Also, I'm sure you're capable of finding them based on those auras with your strength. Deliver them and also tell me their exact locations."
The old man's lip twitched, especially when he realized that Sylas didn't show any signs of stopping just yet.
"I want a plete history of the world, or at least as much of it as you know. There is no detail too irrelevant. So long as you deemed it important enough to remember it, I want to know it.
"I want powerful Rune Armors or formations. Anything that can be used in direct bat. Everything you have.
"I want access to the full breakdown of every Class you can get your hands on up to the highest level you have.
"I want—."
"Are you really going to keep going?!" the old man suddenly shouted. "Fucking hell, at least learn my name first before you start bending me over and fucking me. Not even any lube is crazy. Give me the courtesy of a spit and rub at least."
Sylas had no interest in finding out what the hell he meant by that. So, he just stared at the man.
The old man's lip twitched and he rubbed his face.
"Fine, fine. Continue."
He couldn't even begin to say that Sylas didn't deserve it. It was hard to quantify the value of what Sylas had given him. If Sylas had only asked for 50% in repayment, he'd believe it. Heck, even if you said 20% he would.
Why did he have to run into the one Prideful guy with so much flexibility?
Honestly, it was just hard for him to understand Sylas at all.
He had only been a little bit interested in Sylas at first, enough to allow him in, but not enough to waste energy really getting to know him.
But by the time he was interested enough to take a real deep dive into Sylas' path, Sylas had had his breakthrough in his Void Path and now sensing his intricacies was extremely difficult even for him.
What he hadn't picked out was that Sylas had never been the stupid sort of prideful, at least not in every situation. He changed his mind and learned all the time.
And in this case, he had given the old man a great benefit. Why wouldn't he take the rewards he had earned? Did he look like someone who wasted his time going around helping people for free?
Even worse, the old man had said he would kill him if he had failed to give an enlightening answer. Sylas had already met that threshold after what he said about Spacetime.
Everything after that wasn't just the cherry on top, it was interest. He wasn't about to sit here and let the man take advantage of him for free.
If there really was going to be any fucking done today, just like the man said, it would be Sylas who did it.
He didn't like taking losses. No matter what the situation was.
"I want you to check for me if someone is dead or not. He calls himself the Monkey King—."
"Oh, that was you?" the old man chuckled. "I did sense someone a long while back catching the attention of several figures in the Champion Will. I sensed the Monkey King back then as well and wondered why he was fighting a brat. Some people really have nothing better to do.
"If you want to know if he's dead. Yes and no. His Will lives on in the Champion Will, but any chance he has of physically impacting the world is over. He's probably being torn apart by a few Wills within its belly as we speak, actually. Has been for millennia.
"The trouble is that when you attempt a Coronation, which you almost certainly will, he will be there."
Sylas frowned. What was a Coronation?
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