Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 108: Choices (2)

Archmonk was likely a title created by this Yin Soldier Immortal God as Dyon had never heard of it before. But, this didn’t matter. What did matter was that these three were absolute tycoons and could be considered to be three of the four most powerful existences in this legacy world.

No, maybe that wasn’t true. It was more accurate to say that they were three of the four most powerful in this city as it was necessary to take account of the demon forces as well.

Regardless, this love triangle was most definitely not a high school drama.

After understanding the foundation of this story, Dyon continued to quickly scan through the details.

The most obvious fact was that both Rollant and Johna were in love with Rab. Whether Rab had feelings for either of them was completely unknown. This might sound useless, but it was actually quite important to how one should approach this storyline.

When one began a storyline, it wasn’t as though there’d be a quest menu that popped up to measure your progress and give you checkpoints to complete. They were completely blind. The only method of knowing a storyline was complete by receiving the reward in the end, and even that wasn’t entirely reliable.

The reason this wasn’t reliable was because there were a few storylines that provided rewards along the way, and though these were in the minority, they weren’t exactly rare either.

What did this all mean? It meant that the motivations of the characters involved in the storyline were important to deciding what the end goal of the storyline was.

There was only one clue to all of this, and that was that none of the storylines had ever been to the detriment of Yin City. Without fail, every completed quest bettered the city in some way. That was all they had to go on.

Therefore, the ultimate goal before them all was to find a way to resolve this love triangle without the city falling into a state of civil war. To make matters worse, they also had to deal with the consequences of failure the others who attempted this storyline had incurred.

The more Dyon read, the deeper interest he began to gain.

‘This Yin Soldier Immortal God is a genius. No, genius doesn’t even do him justice.’

Dyon suddenly yawned. “I’ve changed my mind. I originally wanted to play along with this farce because I haven’t had some fun in a long time, but it seems that this world will provide me with more than enough entertainment. It’s best if you just die.”

With a flick of his fingers, the Earl’s fat head twirled into the skies. The look of astonishment on his face was practically frozen in time, as though he had become a statue.

It wasn’t just the dead Earl who was shocked, but the entire team he had brought along and even in the teams who were discussing their own strategies beneath silencing barriers of their own couldn’t help but look over with twitching expressions.

They couldn’t hear any of the words that had been spoken between them before. However, none of that mattered. How had Dyon gone from accepting his role as a helper to killing the Earl in the blink of an eye?

At that moment, with bitter expressions, the Earl’s team crumpled to the ground, their lips dripping with blood as their lives wisped away.

It was obvious that the Earl’s life had been tied to their own. His death meant theirs. How else would they have chosen to follow someone so weak and even fear him?

Dyon, though, didn’t have much of a reaction toward this. The immortal plane was cruel. They weren’t the first to have in such a way, and they most definitely wouldn’t be the last either.

“You…” Cassius stood frozen.

“You? Shouldn’t you be addressing me more respectfully than this? What do you mean, you?” Dyon replied with a lazy expression.

“How could you go back on your word so easily? I thought High Elves were noble existences…” Cassius wore an expression crossed with disappointment and sadness.

“There’s no such thing as a noble race.” Dyon said emotionlessly.

He was sure that high elves would likely piss him off in the future regardless. Noble? Such a thing didn’t exist. All that existed was strength, and variation and tiers of it, nothing more, nothing less.

“Plus.” Dyon grinned. “Are you telling me that you weren’t very interested in an opportunity to take my ‘noble’ blood for yourself and evolve into a high elf?”

Cassius’ expression changed as he suddenly came to an understanding. Dyon was aware of their goals all along.

That said, he wasn’t shocked to the point of losing himself. The Earl had said that a person with as much talent as Dyon wouldn’t be a fool. He would most likely notice that something was wrong with their actions. But, the original plan was to slowly make Dyon follow a trail of breadcrumbs, not hiding their fangs while taking advantage of his arrogance in believing he could deal with them whenever they pleased.

In reality, their plan was going perfectly. Dyon really had planned to be led by the nose for a bit out of his own amusement. But… he had found a better toy to play with.

However, what was somewhat out of Dyon’s expectations was that Cassius’ expression had suddenly become as calm as a lake.

“Since you know this, it’s fine. I’m quite aware that you aren’t a real high elf and are merely using a primordial yin from a high born of the Eostre Clan. Now, I can give you two choices. Sever the primordial yin and give it to me, or hand your wife over to me for her blood.

“The choice is yours, human.”