William, sitting comfortably in his bedroom chair, was engrossed in a TV show when the floor suddenly shook, causing him to frown.
But it quickly quieted down, and since his room wasn’t affected, William didn’t bother to intervene.
That Mortal Deity had sought trouble with Erebus, and whether he lived or died was entirely up to his own luck.
In the living room, Luna glared at Erebus and said sharply, “Can’t you keep it down? What if you disturb Mr. Johnson? Do you want to die?”
Erebus glanced at Chamuel on the ground and muttered, “It was you who knocked him down, and you’re blaming me?”
Luna huffed, “If I hadn’t intervened, you would have demolished the house.”
Erebus clicked his tongue and said to Chamuel, who was lying on the ground, “Stop playing dead, get up, let’s go out and play!”
Although Luna’s strength was considerable, she hadn’t actually injured Chamuel.
But Chamuel was completely out of it.
The flick from Erebus’s finger had almost killed him on the spot.
A flick on the forehead?
Was that really just a light flick?
That single flick made Chamuel feel like his skull had shattered. Surviving that was a testament to his strong vitality.
And now Erebus wanted him to go out and play again?
This must be some sort of deadly game!
But could Chamuel refuse?
Erebus didn’t give him a chance to refuse. He grabbed Chamuel by the clothes and dragged him out. 𝑖𝘦.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Jeremiel, who had come with Chamuel, could only watch dumbfoundedly as Erebus dragged Chamuel away.
He hesitated, wondering whether he should follow…
Would he die if he went out??
Erebus, small in stature, dragged Chamuel to the door and glanced at Jeremiel, then said, “You! Come out too!”
Jeremiel had no choice but to follow them out.
Up to now, Jeremiel still couldn’t figure out who exactly were the people in this house?
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Luna and Erebus were clearly not simple, but they seemed somewhat fearful of the Mr. Johnson in the bedroom.
That seemingly ordinary young man?
Luna, naturally not interested in watching a fight, looked at the cracked floor, pondering how to restore it. Ares, somewhat curious, followed them outside.
He hadn’t realized these two kids were so formidable.
Once Chamuel and Jeremiel left the room, they immediately felt the mysterious oppressive sensation disappear.
Chamuel’s injuries rapidly healed, but he still harbored a deep-seated fear towards Erebus.
“You two, squat down!” Erebus appeared to lightly kick Chamuel, but the force was so great Chamuel’s thigh snapped, causing him to break out in cold sweat from the pain.
Seeing this, Jeremiel had no choice but to squat down at the door as well.
Erebus, looking at the two, revealed a wicked smile, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
“Slapping me, huh?” Erebus chuckled and swung a slap at Chamuel’s face.
Whack!
The slap sent Chamuel flying.
“Ah!”
Blood spurted from Chamuel’s mouth, his teeth flying out. In an instant, he was nowhere to be seen.
Jeremiel was dumbfounded. Who was this kid?
Chamuel’s slap on Erebus didn’t even make him flinch, yet Erebus’s slap sent Chamuel flying without a trace.
The disparity in strength was too great!
They were Divine Realm messengers, supposedly the pinnacle of combat power in the Prime World. How could they be so easily overpowered by this child?
After flinging Chamuel away, Erebus’s gaze turned to Jeremiel.
Why make them squat?
Because it’s easier to slap someone squatting!
It wasn’t like he should jump up to slap, right?
“What… what are you going to do?” Jeremiel gritted his teeth, “We are Divine Realm messengers. Attacking us is akin to offending the entire Divine Realm!”
“Scaring me?” Erebus laughed, “You two trash represent the entire Divine Realm?”
The Divine Realm is a complex array of powers, and no one could represent it as a whole. These two were at most waste material sent by the Divine Realm to fetch souls.
Desiring to descend from the Divine Realm to the Prime World, the weaker the power, the easier it is. Clearly, these two were of the weakest sort in the Divine Realm, mere waste…
Probably used to being arrogant and domineering in the Prime World, they truly thought themselves to be significant figures.
Erebus’s words made Jeremiel’s face turn ugly, but the next moment, Erebus’s palm had already landed on his face.
This slap was even more ruthless than the one he had given Chamuel!
Showing off in front of him?
When slapping Chamuel, Erebus had simply used his physical strength, but this slap on Jeremiel employed the primitive power of the Shapeshifters.
Jeremiel didn’t even have the chance to be sent flying,he was directly shattered on the spot, his body dissipating into the air.
After hitting someone, Erebus rubbed his hands and walked back into the house, leaving Ares, who had followed him outside, utterly stunned.
He had imagined the kid might be somewhat strong, but he hadn’t expected Erebus to be this powerful – flinging one with a slap, then shattering another on the spot.
But whether it was Erebus or Luna, they seemed to fear William. Just how strong was William?
At this moment, William was still watching his cartoons, living his happy life, when Zoey knocked on his door.
“Come in.” William felt there was no need to hide his strength from Zoey anymore, especially since it seemed impossible to keep it hidden now.
As an employee of the 13th Bureau, his initial intention was to slack off and freeride on the salary, but now that his strength was exposed, it seemed somewhat troublesome.
Zoey walked in, staring at William, and asked, “Are you going to cook or not?”
“Isn’t Ares supposed to cook?” William looked at Zoey with some confusion, wondering if Zoey, in her simplicity, hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
Zoey responded, “You’re free now, so you cook!”
William had thought she came in to question him about something else, only to find out she wanted him to cook.
“Alright then!” William could only press the pause button and step out of his bedroom.
When he saw the shattered floor in the living room, he gave Luna a deep look. Luna quickly said, “It’s not my fault, Erebus did it.”
William didn’t bother with her and went to the kitchen to start cooking.
Ares followed Erebus inside, and when he saw William in the kitchen, he quickly came over and said, “Let me do it. I promised I’d cook.”
William and Zoey exchanged a glance. He said, “It’s his responsibility to do it.”
Zoey didn’t mind, but then she couldn’t help asking, “What exactly is your power level?”
She had been thinking about it for a while and finally realized she wasn’t suited to ponder such questions, so she decided to directly ask William.
After all, this is the simplest and most direct way to get an answer.
It was just out of curiosity.
Whether William hid his power or not, it didn’t really matter to her; she was simply curious.
William replied quite straightforwardly, “My power level? You can think of it as invincible.”
Power level?
William had never had a power level. His strength was always something that didn’t quite fit with this world.
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