“Number two.” Dyon continued as though he didn’t notice their shift in mood. “Grandmaster Clara is my third wife and her true name is Clara Sacharro.”
BOOM!
The number of shocking events today were simply too much. How could one man be so lucky?
“LIAR. LIAR. LIAR!!” Violet shrieked hysterically. She had taken too many mental blows today, she didn’t want to take or accept another.
However, Dyon didn’t respond. He had planned on proving it anyway considering it was part of his plan to expose this.
An image of what transpired in the Sapientia Corner played. They watched as Dyon flirted with Clara and how he was taken away into her forging room… Only for her to sit in his lap happily and rest her head on his chest!
Even if Dyon lied about her being his wife, it was clear their relationship was intimate.
Dyon directly ignored Violet’s break down, changing the form of the defensive array to muffle her mouth.
Lilith smiled wryly, her face filled with grievances. A week or so ago, footage of Clara utilizing the supreme treasure Dyon had stolen from her surfaced.
At first, when Lilith heard that Dyon tried to flirt with Clara, she assumed that Clara only let him go after he paid with that supreme treasure. It was only now Lilith understood that Dyon had willingly given it to her because she was his wife.
It was no wonder Dyon didn’t hesitate in the face of her beauty, even to the point of being willing to kill her. She had never seen Madeleine before, so she didn’t understand. But, looking at the fairy-life appearance of Ri, even she felt slightly inferior.
“I don’t tell you all of this to show off.” Dyon continued unperturbed. “I tell you this because you should all understand who the creator of the Internet is and comprehend what that means.
“Not only do I have proof, I have the means to send it before you destroy it. Which means seizing my belongings before I escape isn’t a possibility.”
Dyon paused, scanning the crowd. “Thirdly, I’m sure that many of you have recognized my three pairs of golden wings after so long of thinking. I am indeed the masked man who for God Anak to kneel, although that man could hardly be considered a God.”
BOOM!
Donari choked on his spit. “Brother Dyon, you can’t mean that Alexandria Snow is also your wife, do you? You fucking bastard, won’t you let the rest of us live?!”
The eyes of the celestials widened. Everyone was speculating why the mysterious masked man would be so angered by Chrysanthemum’s words… It turns out he had every right to be angered! Madeleine was actually his wife!
By now, Violet was completely ashen, unwilling to even make noise. She just wanted to disappear…
“The reason why I’ve told you all of this should be obvious to those among you who are intelligent.” Dyon continued with a carefree smile, chuckling at Donari’s words. “I have secrets that I need to protect too. Neither you nor I want the things that have happened in the 98th quadrant to become public knowledge.
“My Celestial Deer Sect and my Soul Rending Peak were both destroyed, becoming mere shells of their former selves. That means while I can easily destroy you all, there’s no guarantee that I can defeat my true enemies. This is why I wear a mask and also the only reason I’m willing to negotiate with you all.
“My proposal is simple. This all ends here. You have all been profiting from Soul Market from nearly 600 years already, while I have saved those who remained.
“There is nothing I’d like to do more than to kill you all where you stand, but I am not yet powerful enough to cover the sky with my hand and can’t guarantee that I can kill every one of you before you escape.
“So, we’ll sign blood essence contracts. None of what occurred today will be spoken of, nor will I pursue you in the future for reasons related to Soul Market.
“If you choose to reject my offer, you should make certain that those next to you are willing to do the same, or else you’ll die tragic deaths.”
To no one’s surprise, affirmations came in one by one. Although they had spent decades travelling here, the time and money they lost was far better than calling down a calamity upon them. They all knew that the Celestial Deer Sect and Soul Rend Quadrant must have powerful enemies, but how often were the little guys crushed in the battle of titans? They didn’t want to be those little guys…
If Dyon hadn’t explained his reasons for wanting to sign a contract with them, they would have begun to question his strength and identity. After all, if you were an almighty True God, why would you negotiate to let bygones be bygones with people who disrespected your master’s homeland? It wouldn’t have made sense.
But, since Dyon laid it all out for them so logically, only an idiot wouldn’t accept his proposal.
“As for you 15.” Dyon’s gaze turned toward the Devil Cultivators. “I know your true identity.”
The 15 Devil Cultivators shivered, almost drawing their weapons. However, Dyon’s next words surprised them.
“I’m not a blindly ideological person. Each person has their own paths. However, you cannot be the key wielder of my Soul Rend Quadrant. Either give it up willingly, or we can fight for it.”
Dyon had a much better candidate in mind for the key wielding responsibility of Soul Rend Quadrant. How could he hand responsibility over to Lilith? He still wasn’t sure if he should kill her or not, how could he trust her?