Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 146: Troll (1)

Like this, Berolt’s life, the life of a newly advanced Immortal Law expert, was snuffed out just like this. There was no grand fanfare, nor was it dragged out for some long, conceited revenge. With the simple snap of two fingers, it was over.

In truth, Dyon had barely finished his first step toward his path to leave when this retired patriarch was already forgotten by him. Such an ant wasn’t worthy of taking up space in his memories.

As he walked toward his destination, Dyon took out a familiar mask. It was his Lightning Willow Mask, the very one that he had gained as a reward for his second trial. But, the look he had while looking at it now was completely unlike it had been in the past, and completely unlike a look he should have had for a treasure he had ignored for so long.

“Don’t worry, old friend. I’ll let you spread your wings soon.”

Dyon smiled lightly. If it wasn’t for the fact Kukan was hooked under one of his arms, he might have been stroking the mask lovingly.

“It would be easier to bring you back if I just sacrificed that little girl Amethyst, but my Madeleine would probably be upset if I did that, so just be a little more patient.”

At that moment, the sonorous call of a bird rang through the skies of Yin City, the mask in Dyon’s hands vibrating. Just this simple call caused the Immortals who had been standing in shock to faint, blood leaking from their seven orifices.

The last sounds they heard before their deaths was Dyon’s laughter. It didn’t sound sinister as one might have expected. Rather, it was filled with joy as though he was greeting an old friend he hadn’t seen for a long time.

**

With all of the matters of the immortal legacy world properly handled, Dyon felt he could finally get down to business. What he wanted to do was to turn this legacy world into his base of operations.

If it was up to him, he wouldn’t touch such a weak legacy world with a ten foot pole. But he had to work with what he had now. He might have regained his memories, but he still had to limit himself in some respects.

That said, no matter how weak he was now in comparison with his former self, if given enough time to prepare, there was no one on this plane who could stay alive after failing to take him seriously. It was obvious that those Immortal Gods knew this, or else they wouldn’t be so carefully planning their next steps.

But ultimately, Dyon was still the arrogant, infuriating existence that was so good as pissing others off no matter what life time was being spoken of.

If he had really wanted to, considering how much of his 109^th life he had already planned out, couldn’t he have left enough contingency plans? If he was able to plan even which bubble world Emytheus’ actions would send him to, how could he not have a plan to deal with the Immortal Gods who were now coming after him?

However, there were two reasons he hadn’t.

Firstly, this matter was more complicated than it seemed on the surface. Dyon’s real opponents weren’t these Immortal Gods. Even if they were Immortal Gods, he still saw them as ants, albeit ants that were a bit larger.

His true opponents were the Heavens. He might have broken free from it by sacrificing his soul, but things wouldn’t end so easily.

It was fine if he laid out diligent plans for up until he regained his memories, but once he did, the Heavens would have its sights completely focused on him. What would happen in such a case if he had pre planned routes to take? Wouldn’t it be too easy for the Heavens to cause everything to go awry?

Comparatively, if even Dyon himself didn’t know what all of his next steps were, it would be harder for the Heavens to intervene. After all, it wasn’t as though the Heavens were a tangible being, the methods by which it could interfere for enigmatic and difficult to comprehend even for Immortal Gods.

 Dyon had to be quick, clever, and flexible. He could constrain himself to a single plan because those ants that were dreaming of taking down his legend were receiving help from a beast even he didn’t dare to underestimate.

As for what the second reason was…? It was a reason that should those ants be aware of it, they just might spew blood in the midst of overflowing emotions of rage and anger.

His thoughts were simple… Where would the fun in that be?

He had spent too long unmatched, unrivaled. There was nothing he loved more than to conquer a new challenge, to subdue a new mountain, to grasp a new height. It made his heart beat wildly with excitement and made his blood rush like the crashing rides of a tsunami.

It was the reason he mastered so many disciplines in his youth. He didn’t care about the weapon, the method, the profession… As long as he could crush others, that was his greatest happiness.

In the end, the Heavens were his only remaining opponent, and this was why alchemy became his only remaining love. Only through alchemy could he directly challenge the Heavens again and again and again.

And in this lifetime… He would crush the Heavens as well to the point even it didn’t dare to raise its head!