Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 72: Boy (3)

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

A roar tore through the Nightwell Mansion. It had already been 15 years since Dyon walked away from them all. But, it was only now that the retired Patriarch learned of Amethyst’s disappearance.

This may sound like an outrageously long time, but this was simply the truth of the final three rounds. Aside from the final round, which was the quicker of them, the first two each took several year long campaigns to complete.

The fourth round required gaining military merits against the Void Beasts that called the Void Space between bubble worlds their home. Defeating just one Void Beast took a large team and years of planning and traps, so one can imagine how difficult succeeding enough to gain real merits would take.

The fifth round was even more time intensive, requiring the conquering of a named world. To earn a name, a bubble world had to have at least one Immortal Celestial. In addition, only youths younger than ten million years old could participate in this competition to ensure that every person could only participate a single time in their lifetimes.

In truth, the fact that the old pervert only took 15 years to notice could only be considered Dyon’s bad luck. Under normal conditions, even 50 years wouldn’t be enough. The trouble was that Crystella was the greatest genius to appear in the world for countless generations, she had nearly set a record in fastest time to complete the first two rounds.

Because of her performance, the Nightwell Clan had essentially already sealed their victory, making the third round nothing but a dance of tradition.

Realizing this, the old, retired Patriarch was in a good mood and decided to pay a visit to Amethyst before the round even concluded, only to find that she was gone, and no one could tell him where she went or even how long she had been gone for!

“I – I … –”

The retired Patriarch’s palm shattered the maidservant’s head into a rain of bone, blood and brain matter.

His gaze practically fumed with fury.

“BOY!”

The old pervert suddenly remembered the words Dyon had said the first time he came to this mansion. He had said something about releasing Amethyst. But then it seemed that the violet haired beauty had pissed him off, so he forgot about it entirely.

Back then, the retired Patriarch’s heart had skipped a beat. But, his expression hadn’t changed even a moment. The truth behind his and Amethyst’s relationship wasn’t something even his family knew. Only his late wife was aware, and she was obviously very unhappy about it.

However, despite how she felt, she had never told a soul. So, how could a mortal boy know the truth?

But, the old pervert had concluded that Dyon was simply probing him, so he had forgotten about the matter, especially since Dyon didn’t make a big fuss about it despite it being his second request. In fact, he had only seemed to care about his first request.

The old Patriarch’s body flashed and disappeared, reappearing within the core of the machine.

The entrance to the world core loomed before him. It was a grand open space surrounded by the white floating runes of a massive formation as large as a city.

“Sir Berolt!”

The moment the guards of the world core saw their retired Patriarch, they saluted. These men were the elite of the elites, so they were alert to almost everything. Slacking off wasn’t something that you’d find them doing. So, of course they were already aware of their leader Berolt’s rage.

“Did that boy enter through here?”

Under normal circumstances, the retired Patriarch would likely exchange some words of pleasantry with these loyal men, but today, he didn’t have the patience.

“Boy?” The men looked at each other. “No one has entered the world core in more than 60 years, sir!”

Berolt’s frown sunk in as his expression darkened. All of these men were Immortal Celestials, and all of them were absolutely loyal. Even if one was a traitor, it was impossible for them all to be. The only explanation was that they were telling the truth.

His already fuming gaze practically turned a blood red. He was almost certain that Dyon had escaped the moment he snatched Amethyst away. The boy was probably long gone by now, and Amethyst might very well be dead. However, he wasn’t certain. He would have felt it if the seal detonated or was broken, but he hadn’t felt anything.

The old patriarch’s jaw set.

‘Wait… traveling through the void is impossible for someone as weak as him without an escort. And, it take an Empyrean at worst to draw a teleportation talisman matrix, but those are strictly regulated by us. He may very well still be on this world, or he’s used one of the stationary teleportation matrices to leave, which mean he can be tracked.’

“Get me information about every teleportation event in the last 15 years! Immediately!”

“But –”

“IMMEDIATELY!”

The guards could only begin to scramble. They weren’t ever supposed to leave their posts unless someone came in as a replacement, but what choice did they have now?

None of them had any idea that Dyon was lost in a sea of scorching gases that tore through the layers of his skin with each passing moment. It was as though they were whipping him from every direction and wouldn’t be satisfied until he was left as nothing but bone.

However, he had already crossed the first of seven tiers and was about to enter the eighth, a place where only Berolt himself had been in the last several billion years of their existence.