[Supre World. Lilith’s Domain - Grand Hall.]
"Sothing is wrong," Lilith muttered, her voice resonating with cool concern as she surveyed her five perfect, terrifying beauties. Her domain was a landscape of crystallized shadow, but her focus was elsewhere.
"God Wolf would never take this long to acknowledge the mark. He must be in the Upper World," she deduced, a faint frown creasing her perfect features.
"But I can’t feel him, I can’t even feel the mark’s connection. Sothing is truly wrong with the lock of that realm." She stood abruptly..
"Perran!!" she commanded, the call cutting through the imnse hall.
WHOOSH!!
A dark, viscous smoke instantly coalesced in the center of the chamber. From it erged a figure: a boy of no more than ten years old, clad in pristine white mage robes. His hair was stark white, matching the unnerving, utterly sightless glow of his eyes.
"Yes Mother?" he asked, his tone utterly flat, devoid of childhood warmth or hesitation.
The mont the five beauties—including the hardened, cold-blooded Violet—set eyes on the little boy, they all instinctively took a step back, the movent purely reactive. This child was not just powerful; he was the embodint of raw, untethered destructive evil.
"I have a job for you, Perran," Lilith said, softening her gaze into a dangerous smile. "A very important job."
"What world do you seek to be destroyed?" Perran asked, his focus imdiately defaulting to mass annihilation.
"For now... None. Your task is in the Upper World," Lilith instructed. "You should know the one who destroyed my fragnt, yes?"
Perran slowly nodded, confirming his awareness of Sunny’s actions.
"Your job is to bring him to . Alive," she stressed.
"Is that all?" Perran asked, a small, petulant frown forming on his face. He clearly expected a task worthy of his power, not a simple retrieval.
"Be careful," Lilith warned, her tone suddenly serious. "He possesses Ancient Bloodlines."
Perran scoffed, the sound cold and inhuman. "Mother. To ... all Bloodlines are useless. They are rely limitations waiting to be broken."
Darkness instantly enveloped him, and he vanished from the hall, leaving behind only the echo of his contempt.
"Mother," Agora dropped onto one knee, her posture worried.
"Sending the Young Master is an overkill. You should have sent . And, you know he can’t hold his bloodlust; the Upper World will be devastated."
"Fufufu... Why didn’t you voice that concern when he was standing right here?" Lilith asked with a sneer, testing Agora’s nerve.
"This?" Agora was briefly stunned by the direct challenge to her courage: "The Young Master is a Ninth Order powerhouse. I would not dare." She quickly changed the subject.
"But what about the restrictions placed on the Upper World?"
"The restrictions on the Upper World can allow a powerhouse at the Ninth Order to land, but he will have only one month to complete this task before the realm’s laws expel him. I believe he can finish the retrieval within that ti fra," Lilith answered, her mind calculating the risk.
"With the Young Master’s absolute power, he will surely complete it," Agora affird, though her underlying fear remained palpable.
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[Upper World. Wendigos’ Kingdom - Royal Citadel.]
WHOOSH!!
The air in the cold, cavernous hall of the Wendigos’ Citadel split as a rift of darkness opened. The Wendigos’ King, and his five Pillars snapped their heads to the center. Perran, the boy, walked out of the gloom.
The mont the Wendigos set eyes on the ten-year-old, their imnse power ant nothing. They all dropped instantly to their knees, bowing their heads in profound terror and respect.
"Greetings! Young Master!" they greeted in unison, the King’s voice the loudest.
"Garrard," Perran commanded, his voice unnaturally deep and commanding for his age.
"Send words under my na. The Human Kingdom’s Succession Competition must be hosted in two weeks. If they fail to comply with this accelerated tiline, I will wipe the entire Human race from this world." He walked toward the Wendigos’ ancestral throne.
The Fifth Order Wendigos’ King quickly nodded, moving out of the way on his knees. Perran sat upon the massive, horned throne, looking like a demonic doll, staring down at the terrified group.
"If I may, what is your plan, Young Master?" Garrard asked cautiously, daring to inquire about the strategy.
"My mission here is God Wolf. With the intelligence I have on him, he will surely participate in the competition, as taking over the throne will grant him the imdiate power and access he needs in this world," Perran stated.
"I will partake in this competition. Get registered."
"Huh?" The Wendigos’ King was stunned, risking a slight objection.
"Young Master, there is a power restriction on the competition. Only those below the Seventh Order can partake, and you are far beyond that."
"Oh... Just registered as a Sixth Order then. I will suppress my aura appropriately." Perran shrugged off the barrier as irrelevant.
Garrard nodded imdiately, understanding the boy’s power was unstoppable.
’My goodness, everyone participating in that competition are already dead.’ Faye, one of the Pillars, thought with absolute certainty. Though she appeared fifteen, her second order power was dwarfed entirely.
"God Wolf... We will see in half a month." Perran whispered to himself, the wait already irritating his patience.
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[Biden Town. Auction House - Grand Hall.]
Sunny sat comfortably at a large, round table, his entourage forming an unusual but formidable group: Josephine, Elara, and Precious. Qin Li sat beside them, his excitent barely contained. Sunny quickly spotted Qin Wei and Sir Robert seated at another exclusive table—the political elite observing the action. Around the hall sat various other wealthy younger generations, easily recognizable as mbers of the powerful Xin and Blade families.
"Welco, esteed guests!" A professional, well-dressed man, walked onto the brightly lit stage, his voice amplified by his spirit energy.
"My na is John, and I am your host for today’s grand auction. I know all of you are busy, influential people, so I will jump straight to the chase, showcasing our first item!" He gestured to the side, where a sturdy man walked in with a velvet tray. On the tray rested a beautiful, shimring silver tiara, intricately filled with countless gemstones.
"Our first item on the list is the Silver Star Tiara, filled with countless cut jewels," John announced, his presentation polished.
"Each of these jewels has its own intrinsic benefits, from promoting long life, enhancing youthfulness, to increasing spiritual beauty! The starting bid is a re 500,000 Gold Coins!"
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