Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 119: Bad Luck (1)

Many hours later, Butler 97 led Dyon to a hidden underground space.

Though Dyon wished to meet the demoness as quickly as possible, he also knew that such a thing was completely impossible. The fact that a butler had acted against him at all was already a shocking event for Yin City. After all, the 108 Butlers were respected existences no weaker than the monsters of the other three factions.

Since a butler had been forced to act against Dyon, it was already sufficient to prove that he was indeed someone of outstanding potential and power.

“Though I’m glad that you wanted to join our faction, you were still a bit too rash. No matter how great your entrance was, it’s impossible to expect to rise up immediately.”

Dyon nodded. This was already the best result he could hope for.

“That said, you also happen to have a good chance. The military faction will be leading an expedition against the devils soon and a few of their Dark Caves will be raided.”

“Military faction? What does this have to do with us?”

“The youth are really too ignorant.” Butler 97 sighed and shook his head, continuing to walk forward with his hands behind his back. “The underground faction can be considered an open secret, however do you think that we can truly work out in the open? The government faction would never allow that to happen. The only reason we can continue and maintain the balance of the city is by participating in surface world matters in an upright and upfront manner.

“What do you think would happen if we ignored the matters of the surface world and simply continued to enrich ourselves through illegal means? How much dissatisfaction would that cause? In the end, our underground faction would have enemies on all sides.”

Dyon nodded as though he hadn’t come to an understanding about this long ago.

He truly wasn’t one that liked to hide his capabilities. According to his usual character, he would have never pretended that he hadn’t deduced this at an earlier time. However, even he couldn’t continue to be inflexible in all things.

This was ultimately an Immortal God’s legacy world. How could the dangers here be limited to his battle with Butler 97? There were definitely existences here that could kill this old man with a single glance. And in that case, what could they do to him?

Of course, this wasn’t the only reason either. The truth of the matter was that the key to getting what he wanted out of this world were the storylines. So, he had to play the perfect role. Almost like this was a dating simulation game from his mortal world, a single inappropriate response could throw him off from his goal completely.

Butler 97 was a man who loved talents, but that was only under certain conditions. What he loved weren’t the talents themselves, but the process of guiding them. He was an old man that found pleasure in teaching those younger than him.

But what would happen if Dyon was too great? In that case, even if the butler was still appreciative of his talent, it would be impossible for them to grow close. Dyon had to form a give and take relationship.

As expected, when Butler 97 saw how diligently Dyon was listening to him, almost like a bright eyed child seeing the world for the first time, he nodded with satisfaction and a pleasant feeling welled up in his heart.

Dyon smirked inwardly upon witnessing this. The only person he had failed to read perfectly in his life was Aritzia, and he paid a price for that. But he had grown and matured since then, and his ability to read people had of course increased along with it.

This wasn’t the end of it. Dyon was incredibly sensitive to the emotions of others while in this form due to Jade’s bloodline. And, there was also another important caveat: these weren’t true people.

No matter how perfect this Immortal God’s technique was, they were ultimately not real people. Real humans had complex characters, they had contradictory thoughts and hypocritical views. However, a created puppet like this was slotted into an archetype, and this archetype followed a perfectly linear path that was easy to see through.

Compared to reading the intentions and likes of a normal person, reading a puppet like this was several times easier.

If Dyon had to sum up the difference with just one sentence, it would be that real people sometimes held thoughts and beliefs they couldn’t explain, while these created puppets had a logical construction to everything they saw, thought and felt.

‘I understand.’ Dyon thought to himself. ‘This was the secret you were looking for right. You could make your puppets feel so real and tangible, yet they were still missing something, a critical factor. In the end, your world has too much structure and order to it… and not enough chaos.’

Dyon seemed to have been enlightened by something and his expression changed, hurriedly wrapping his immortal sense around him so that the old butler couldn’t sense anything.

Back in the Sacharro Graveyard, the aura of Dyon’s main body was growing wildly. If it wasn’t for the stealth form of the graveyard, maybe the entire star segment would be alerted by what was going on.

At that moment, Dyon’s main body stopped his experiments and looked down at himself in bewilderment. He felt that he had broken into the Comprehension Facet right now. But… there shouldn’t be such a large commotion… right?

Dyon’s expression changed once more as he suddenly thought of something. What if the Heavens didn’t believe he was breaking into his third facet… but was rather breaking into his fourth?