Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

I was totally not fooled. No, I have definitely seen him before. Pondering for a moment, I didn't say anything again as the Jarl suddenly passed gas as the folds of his fat began to quake.

"Damn, that was a good one." He bragged with a hint of pride," So, Snow, I want your Relic."

"So does a few billion people," I replied, my mind still trying to recall as I coldly analyze his every gesture.

<Soul Gaze>

With a slight radiance of my eyes, I frowned as nothing appeared, not even so much as a shimmer of soul light. Smiling inwardly, I could see something hidden beneath his gaze as a ray of darkness flash for a brief second within the Jarl.

I can rule out demons and Devils. They wouldn't be here, at least not yet. They could not have planned that far with my surprise entrance into the field. And I have never met any gods aside from those from the Nines. I can also rule out those from Tensen Lumireis. They were all too weak to hide their souls like that.

This leaves me to believe that I met him within Midgard. I have been in proximity to around a few hundred thousand men in total. This includes those I walked past and had a brief glance towards. I can rule out a woman. While this act would be perfect for them, cultivators grow more prideful the stronger they get. It would be far below their bottom line, but I need to keep an open mind. It would be both sexist and foolish to think as such, but there is a low chance of it being a woman.

I can also cut out the few thousands I killed and the kids I saw. It's a little unconventional, but I don't think someone would impersonate a child at this current stage in the game. I was a nobody right now.

"It's just as he said, Jarl Geir, the various lords within the capital, have already been notified. From what I hear, even the High King may make an appearance." Someone said with a hint of greed in his tone, eying me with killing intent.

Taking a deep breath, my eyes flashed as I could feel the folds of flesh shake. Suddenly it came to me as my smile grew wide, "It has to be you! Out of everyone, no one else fits it better! You can hide your smell, your aura, and your appearance, but your body, no matter how you try to hide it, holds the essence of your soul. And I am quite familiar with souls. We have met; you are..."

"Enough, Arsene," The Jarl barked as everyone sent me an intriguing gleam, "Everyone, you can leave. I wish to speak to this Snow alone."

Opening their eyes wide at his break in character, I smile as I informed Lilith that I might need her via my connection.

"LEAVE!!!!" Jarl Geir barked in disgust as his body began to erupt with golden qi of heaven and earth. Shivering, everyone but me quickly left as I smiled.

"That was unexpected. I didn't think you would be the Jarl, but is there a point to this little game you are playing? Guess that's beside the point now, huh? Everyone will know it's you when a few world gods arrive."

Arising from his stone throne, Geir snorted, "You little shit, who are you? You are not from our realm nor any of the other eight. You are from the outside, aren't you?"

Smirking, I shrugged, "You are quite right, but I have never tried to hide that. So what do you plan on doing now?"

With a vicious light, Geir snorted, releasing a feral grin, "You must die!"

"Are you sure?" I curtly replied, looking around before taking a random chair lying within his throne room. Taking a seat, I smirked, "Is this not a big opportunity for you?"

" For you to hold my life within your hands at any moment. A single slip of the tongue and I would be dead. It took a lot of work becoming a Jarl, and I will not let it go to waste by some fifteen-year-old brat," Said Geir as he grew closer towards me, his right arm slowly glimmering with golden light.

Feezing the space around me, I could not even move as Geir quickly began to frown, "Are you not afraid?"

"I'm sure you were listening, but this is official business regarding my organization. I am protected, but please do go ahead and attack." I arrogantly proclaimed, taking out my phone as I sent a few flirty texts towards Lilith.

"Your bluffing. No one is here."

Getting in a relaxing position, I smiled as an unbearable pressure began to fill the room. "Then go ahead, attack me."

Getting his teeth Geir, a golden qi began to rise, filling the room as he looked around in a panic. Staring as sweat began to pour from his skin, I frown, covering my nose, "Do you clean the folds of your fat? Why the hell did you choose to become this? or is this your final form?"

Huffing, I could see Geir clench his teeth as his arm suddenly flash. Faster than I could perceive, I felt something gently touch my face before it came to a complete halt as a burst of pearly laughter filled the room.

Frowning as this was not Liliths voice, my mind began to spin as I smirked, "Now, I did not think I would see you so soon. It has been a while."

With a bewitching smile, Ezra giggled as her Onix hair began to shift to crimson, " did my future husband miss me? Lilith was quite concerned about you and recalled me from Alfheim."

"Your hair, why did it change?" I curiously asked as Ezra giggled.

"I released my limiter. So my hair reverted back, but don't you want to explain why I am here?" She quickly asked as a massive amount of Demonic qi began to fill the room, swallowing Geir's hole. A hollow light of pure evil could be felt as I could see a vague image of the nines flash behind Ezra.

Shaking, Geir's skin began to shed, sliding off his body like melting cheese. Revealing the form I had come to know. Jarl Geir was the Lich that attacked Sarem. Staring at the cracks upon his bones, my lips curled up, knowing Torgeir seriously injured him.

"World Protector... how can someone like you exist? you are too young." He feasibly whispered in awe.

"I was born a World King." Ezra bragged as she stared at the lich kneeling before us. "Arsene, what is it you wish to do with him."

"Nothing," I indifferently said as Ezra grew startled. Smirking, I stared at her in amusement, "If you want to be the True King of the Nines, you had best get better with schemes. A king with only power is one that is nothing more than a puppet to those around him. Easily manipulated like the common people. "

Narrowing her gaze, Ezra slowly lost her smile, "THan should I just allow him to kill you? Then I would be done with all your little schemes," She claimed, her tone heavy as I could see a bit of embarrassment within her cheeks.

"They also need to have thicker skin. It is unbecoming to show such a sight given your heritage. If you cannot handle it, Ezra, your campaign will come to a quick end." I coldly corrected, turning my gaze back to Geir as Ezra clenched her teeth in irritation.