Somewhere inside Union City, atop a tall building, a man stood quietly, looking into the distance. Silence filled the air, broken only by the breeze ruffling his hair. He seems to be watching something in the far distance.
Suddenly, another presence appeared atop the building.
“Duncan, what are you doing here?” the first man asked without even turning to face the newcomer.
The man called Duncan was rather short, due to his Great Sage cultivation base, he appeared slightly elegant and powerful.
“War God, aren’t you going to step in and stop this conflict between my children and Klaus? You know I can’t intervene directly—that would be interference. But you can,” Duncan said, addressing the first man as War God.
“I can’t. I’ve been ordered not to act. If the young ones want a small rivalry, that’s for them to settle on their own,” the War God replied.
Dharma, the Overlord for the Northern Union visited him a few days ago and ordered him not to interfere in the skirmish between the Legacies and Klaus.
He asked why, but he only said if he didn’t want the Leader of the Overlords knocking at his door, he would do as he was told. Who was he to disobey orders?
“But I’m concerned about Klaus Hanson’s safety. Although he disrespected the three legacies, he doesn’t deserve what they’ve planned for him. I fear they may harm him, and we all know how vital he is to this new world,” Duncan said.
He was the head of the Duncan Legacy family and the ruler of the entire Northern Union. In his family, when a legacy is born, they’re granted supreme authority to grow, with warriors bestowed upon them to serve as guards and soldiers.
However, once those warriors are assigned, they answer solely to the legacy in question. So, even if Duncan wanted to recall the soldiers given to his children, they would no longer heed his orders; they now answer only to the three siblings.
“Wait, you mean you came here because you’re worried about Klaus, not your children?” the War God suddenly asked.
“Why not? Each of them has a hundred Saints and fifty Sages at their command. Klaus, although abnormally strong, wouldn’t be able to suppress them. Worse yet, their sister, who holds a grudge against Lucy—Klaus’s girlfriend—has also permitted them to use her guards, and among them are two Great Sages,” Duncan said.
The look on his face hinted that he was withholding something, but the War God simply shook his head and replied.
“Although that’s overwhelming for someone like Klaus, my hands are tied. I’ve received orders from the higher-ups not to interfere, and you would do well to stay out of it too. Let the youngsters settle their skirmishes.”
Duncan sighed, bowed slowly, and left. Though he was the ruler of the Northern Union, before the War God, he was insignificant.
“Tsk, even at your age, you still resort to old, childish games to suppress a youth,” the War God muttered, looking in the direction Duncan had gone.
A few minutes after Duncan left, he appeared in front of a man in a secluded area. The man in question is a Great Sage and by the calm aura around him, nobody should tell he is an Assassin.
“What did he say?” the man asked.
“It seems the Overlords have commanded him not to interfere, so you have nothing to worry about. Just ensure that by the end of today, Klaus Hanson is dead,” Duncan replied.
“Don’t worry; the Dark Order won’t fail this time,” the man said before vanishing from sight.
Duncan looked in the direction of an incoming jet at a nearby airport. “Klaus Hanson, I hope you don’t come to regret your decision to disrespect the Legacy family,” Duncan muttered coldly.
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“Klaus Hanson, you are not welcome in Union City. Turn around and leave, or we will be forced to use force,” a voice filled with hatred said the moment Klaus stepped out of the jet.
He told his friends to stay inside for a while—he didn’t want them getting caught in the aftermath.
Klaus looked at the soldiers surrounding the area and smirked.
“Oh my, I’m so scared,” he said sarcastically. This immediately heightened the soldiers’ killing intent filling the entire airport. Any Master-stage expert would be on their knees by now, but Klaus just stood there with a smile on his face.
All around, drones could be seen flying overhead, capturing the moment live. One of these drones belonged to the Controversial News channel, which had already started providing live updates—more like commentary.
All over the world, people were watching closely. While many might not typically pay attention to a simple fight between young warriors, Klaus Hanson had done enough that even he on a coffee outing could cause a trending topic.
Many people had a fascination with content involving him, so numerous news and entertainment channels were eager to always have something new about him.
Today, they were getting the best show one could ask for. Klaus Hanson now stood facing hundreds of battle-ready soldiers acting under the command of three arrogant legacy heirs.
Even inside the Overlords’ meeting room, Nari and the other Overlords were watching the Controversial News channel. It seemed that, after discovering their leader liked that channel, they all decided to check it out—and had become hooked, especially Nari, the acting leader while Queenie was away.
“Do you think Klaus Hanson can wiggle his way out of this?” one of the Overlords asked.
“Water Boy, you seem to care about him a lot lately. I thought you didn’t like him before,” Dharma, the pink-eyed Overlord, said.
“First of all, my name is Tydor, not ‘Water Boy,’ and second, I don’t hate him. I just thought he could tone it down a bit. But after learning more about him, I guess he deserves his arrogance. And, well, he’s very strong. I hate weak people,” Tydor replied.
He was the Overlord of the Water Race. They had emerged from beneath the sea years into the apocalypse and settled there. Although they looked human, they possessed an otherworldly aura and some alien features like their eyes and the small scales on their necks and other parts of their body.
“Well, I can’t argue with that. But don’t worry—Klaus will pull through. The last time I saw him, I could tell he was incredibly powerful. I’m sure he’ll give us a good show this time,” Dharma said.
“I just want him to wipe those fools out. If he wins, I’ll take him on a holiday to the Ice Union,” a cold yet cheerful, beautiful lady added with a smile that spoke volumes. However, her smile faded when a certain red-haired beauty chimed in.
“Sorrine, if you don’t want your people melting back into the ice, you’d do well not to have any flirtatious intentions toward Big Sister’s future husband,” Nari said fiercely.
“Chill, Nari. I just wanted to get to know him—no need to assume the worst. Besides, you know my taste; you have nothing to worry about,” Sorrine replied. Stay connected through empire
“You better,” Nari said, turning her gaze back to the screen. Like everyone else, she had been waiting for this moment for months. She hadn’t had any fun since Queenie left to make her breakthrough.
So today was a big day for her. She wanted to see just how well the boy who had suddenly spurred her sister’s cultivation would fare against such terrible odds.
‘You’d better win, Klaus, and I promise I’ll help you get into my sister’s pants faster than you can imagine,’ she thought to herself.