Chapter 413: Valtharion's Worst Nightmare: An Illegal Immigrant With VIP Status!

Meanwhile, Luke had barely stepped inside his room when he finally relaxed, pleased that he could now examine everything without being interrupted.

"Finally, peace."

Unfortunately, his relief lasted only a moment before an all-too-familiar seductive voice reached his ears.

"Welcome back, darling~"

Luke raised his head toward the source of the greeting and immediately discovered five figures occupying different parts of his room, apparently having made themselves comfortable while waiting for him.

Caelith was sitting gracefully on one of the sofas, enjoying a cup of warm tea, while the mysterious black-haired woman had claimed the opposite sofa entirely for herself.

She was lying across its length, resting her head against one armrest while stretching her fair legs toward the other, casually eating grapes from a nearby plate.

Upon noticing Luke, she brought another grape toward her rosy lips and gave him a playful smile, looking almost as though she were inviting him to join her.

However, Luke ignored her suggestive behavior and turned his attention toward the window, where Sevaroth was standing in an unfamiliar humanoid appearance.

The Crypt Titan had transformed into an exceptionally handsome man in his late twenties, standing nearly seven feet tall, with a muscular physique, broad shoulders, and sharply defined facial features that gave him a dignified yet intimidating appearance.

What surprised Luke most was the absence of Sevaroth's familiar helmet, which had always concealed his face, making this the first time he had ever seen the Crypt Titan's actual features.

Although Luke couldn't tell whether this was Sevaroth's original appearance or simply one he had chosen for his humanoid manifestation, the transformation was certainly extraordinary.

His skin possessed a smooth, pale ash-grey complexion, while long silver-grey hair flowed down his back, contrasting beautifully with his deep emerald-green eyes, whose pupils contained mysterious black circular markings resembling ancient sealing rings.

He wore a magnificent dark-grey robe adorned with intricate silver embroidery, while four slender black metallic rings encircled his wrists and ankles, each connected to a short length of chain that occasionally moved without his assistance.

At the center of his exposed upper chest rested a small, translucent emerald-green sphere, within which an eerie flame flickered continuously, while Sevaroth himself remained beside the window, gazing at the distant scenery with a somewhat lost expression.

After examining him, Luke shifted his attention toward another part of the room, where Nyx was sitting opposite Myrkhal, the two of them apparently enjoying a game of chess belonging to this world.

Unlike his previous existence as a being formed entirely from darkness, Nyx had acquired the appearance of an extraordinarily handsome young man in his mid-twenties, standing slightly over six feet tall, with a lean, athletic physique, broad shoulders, and perfectly sculpted facial features that gave him a cold yet captivating charm.

His long, silky dark-blue hair fell past his shoulders, while his sharp azure-blue eyes contained an unusual darkness within their depths, resembling two beautiful stars suspended in an endless Void.

He wore an elegant black robe decorated with subtle dark-blue patterns, its flowing fabric occasionally dissolving into wisps of darkness before reforming, while his handsome face remained calm and almost expressionless as he studied the chessboard before him.

Unlike the other Titans, whose very presence could exert overwhelming pressure upon their surroundings, Nyx remained unnaturally silent, possessing an almost imperceptible existence that contrasted strangely with his captivating appearance.

As for Myrkhal, Luke couldn't help finding him amusing, because even after obtaining a humanoid body, the Faceless Titan looked almost exactly as he had before.

His entire body remained pure white, without any distinguishable features, and although a mouth had appeared on his otherwise blank face, there was still no sign of eyes, a nose, or anything else that would make him resemble an ordinary person.

Currently, he was sitting opposite Nyx with one hand rubbing his chin, apparently concentrating on the chessboard as he considered which move would give him the advantage.

"Welcome back, everyone."

Although his greeting sounded casual, Luke was pleased by their presence, especially after remembering what had happened the last time they materialized within Valtharion, when the world's intervention had forced them into a deep slumber.

"Thanks, Luke."

Caelith responded with a gentle smile, and noticing his curiosity about their new appearances, she began explaining the changes before he could ask.

"After you became an Eternal Titan, a universe-level life-form, we, who are also connected to you, gained a part of that status."

"Which means that even if we exist here, Valtharion couldn't treat us as outsiders. Even though we are still outsiders, since you are higher ranking in life than it, it couldn't do anything to us."

Hearing this, Luke glanced toward Sevaroth, who had turned away from the window and was now nodding in agreement with Caelith's explanation.

'I see.'

Luke quickly understood the principle by comparing it to the relationship between a king and an emperor, because although Valtharion possessed tremendous authority over everything within its world, his newly acquired status as a universe-level life-form placed him above that hierarchy.

The five Titans connected to him were therefore similar to retainers serving an emperor, and even if Valtharion disliked their presence, it couldn't arbitrarily suppress them without violating the restrictions governing existences of that level.

Unknown to Luke, In the sky above the area where he was currently present, Valtharion's golden eye was looking down with absurdity and hatred—that how could an illegal immigrant suddenly become a hidden VIP.

What made the situation particularly absurd was that the birth of such an existence should ordinarily have been accompanied by extraordinary phenomena visible across countless worlds, but Luke had completed his transformation without producing anything that could announce his ascension.

And now, because Valtharion itself existed under the universe's laws, it had no choice but to acknowledge Luke's new status, even when he used Forbidden elements and techniques that would previously have attracted its intervention.

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the golden eye observing him from above, Luke continued listening as Caelith explained the nature of their humanoid manifestations.