The Invincible Full-Moon System

Rex clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on his thighs.

He was waiting, breathing in and out to regulate his heightening berserk stat.

Facing countless enemies to reach his position not only made him physically strong, but mentally, he was also strong. Teetering in the face of death, between the veil of nothingness and reality constantly, Rex was starting to know himself well.

One that he knew for sure was that he didn’t operate well with a knife held against his neck.

He didn’t operate well while being threatened.

Rosa might not be threatening him directly, but she knew that his purpose of being here was tied to the empire he had in the Mortal Realm, the Clarentium Empire. Failing to do so would mean the destruction of the empire.

So, taking advantage of him, using that urgency for her benefit, Rex considered it a threat.

Of course, it didn’t sound like ‘do this or else’, but it’s still a threat, more subtle but still a threat.

It was the reason why Rex was having a hard time keeping his anger in check right now.

Moments earlier, when he extracted the Sea-type Nine-kindred Dragon Echo, he immediately went to meet with Viora—and asked her to bring him to the Aurelius House’ mainland, Rontera, also known as the Eye of Raven.

From the name alone, Rex was expecting to see a land full of ravens, but he was wrong.

Rontera was called that way because of the buildings, mainly the main mansion, where the royals lived.

If seen from the entrance to the land—which was only possible through a bridge that was built over the Wirkan River, the main mansion, the towers around it, and also the natural circular rock formation that went over the mansion created this optic illusion that made it seemed like an eye, a raven’s eye.

Since all teleportation was settled outside, Rex has the opportunity to witness this spectacular sight.

But its beauty was lost on him.

Drowned beneath the seething anger that made it impossible to enjoy the view.

Now, he was within a waiting room—sitting on the sofa and surrounded by the fake smiles from about four maids who were tasked to fulfil his needs. Considering the hospitality, with one of them waving a massive feather to fan him, and another ready with a liquor in hand, many wouldn’t mind waiting.

However, Rex felt the complete opposite.

If Evelyn were here, she would say that making me wait like this is a power play.

Rex massaged his forehead in annoyance.

I shouldn’t have rushed here. I should’ve tried finding something to hold over Rosa’s head.

But then again, Rex didn’t want to offend the Aurelius Noble House since he already invested a really significant amount of time—on them. Starting from agreeing with the test, training four heirs, and now even providing a gift for Rosa’s daughter.

He simply invested too much, and losing them would be a waste of time.

If Rosa is getting overbearing, I’ll bluff and force her to submit.

Recalling the remnants of the Invincible II item still inside of him, Rex could still make a bluff.

It wouldn’t be a permanent solution, but at least with it, he could make Rosa wary, and making the other side wary most of the time was enough. Still, though, destroying this entire land would probably give me a power boost. No candidate for invincibility here either, maybe I should take the brutal route.

Reminiscing about the massacre he had done on the Arcalen House, Rex felt an itch to do the same here.

Rosa was the only one here with a couple of the heirs.

Along the way to this room earlier, Rex’s ears picked up the maids gossiping, and he got this information.

So, if he went berserk right now, he could take out a lot.

Perhaps, he would be stopped by Rosa or a hidden protector, but he has the Invincible II item inside.

Even if he suffered a fatal strike, he wouldn’t die—he would be fine.

Rex exhaled through his nose, the red in his eyes flickering as he raised his gaze to look at Amanir, who was sitting on the sofa ahead of him with Kraken. He was really tempted to ransack everything, perhaps draw blood from Rosa along the way.

Noticing Rex’s face, Amanir turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.

“Like you said,” Rex muttered softly. “This is not my realm…”

Upon hearing this, Amanir’s eyes went round as he knew exactly what Rex was thinking through that.

“Calm down,” Amanir said with a warning tone, stealing glances at the two guards standing by the door, who were both at the Master Immortal Spirit rank. “I know what I said, but believe me, that’s going to end up really, really bad.”

Clicking his tongue, Rex leaned back and turned to the maid on his right.

“Give me more,” He demanded.

Nodding her head, the maid knelt down and poured more into Rex’s empty cup.

Once she was done, Rex instantly took the cup and gulped it down before placing it back down again.

Then, Rex leaned back on the sofa, not forgetting to rub his face with both hands exasperatedly.

Realizing that he was a bit stressed out, clear from the heat his body was emanating, the maid poured more without waiting for Rex to ask. As she did that, Rex’s eyes locked onto her, scanning her and realizing that she was a measly Ascendant Spirit.

How old is she? Two-hundred? Three-hundred? Does she still have a family?

What do I care? It’s not my realm. I can kill her right now and be done with it.

Following that, Rex turned towards the door.

His eyes locked onto the two guards, who instinctively rested their hands on the handles of their swords.

Even without saying anything, the guards could feel the heat coming from Rex.

It was enormous and suffocating—clearly on the verge of exploding.

“Call Rosa again, I don’t have all day,” Rex demanded, his eyes a laser aimed straight at the guards.

“Great Elder Rosa will come when she comes. Do not rush her.”

“Address the Great Elder by her proper title, show some respect. Know your place.”

Despite the clear hostility coming from Rex, the guards remained composed and answered in a robotic, flat tone. But even so, their words were still sharp, making sure the control of the room would not shift to Rex.

“Know your place? Me?” Rex cackled, fangs growing, and eyes glowing. “You’re talking to me…?”

Krrk!

Seeing the table—made with high-quality wood and reinforced with life energy, was beginning to crack starting from the center of Rex’s sheer aura—the four maids unconsciously took a step back. It was clear that things could turn for the worse, and they would be the first ones sacrificed.

Slowly, menacingly, Rex stood up from the sofa and pointed at himself.

“You’re talking to me…?” He repeated, staring at the guard who was now moving uncomfortably.

“Stay seated,” The other guard instructed, though his command fell short. “I will not ask again.”

“Or what? What are you going to do? No, what can you possibly do?” Rex taunted.

He stepped closer steadily, ignoring the fearful stares he was receiving.

Upon seeing this, Kraken clapped his tentacle arms cheerfully, excited to see Rex letting loose.

“Don’t encourage him.” Amanir slapped Kraken’s tentacle arms with his ear—and quickly stepped in the way, blocking Rex from moving forward. “Just wait a little bit more, there’s no need for this. If you get into trouble, the others in the Mortal Realm will also be in trouble. Remember?”

“Trouble?” Rex laughed. “I think Rosa would understand if I only killed those two feeble guards.”

Seeing the redness of Rex’s eyes, Amanir knew that something was wrong.

Or his patience has already run out.

Either way, letting this continue would only be trouble for all of them.

Fixating his eyes back at the guards, Rex tilted his head a little, “What do you think? Do you want to make a bet? Let’s say I kill both of you right now, what do you think Rosa would do? I bet she wouldn’t even bat an eye at your corpses. If I win, I’d have a good laugh, and if you win…”

“I’ll not devour your corpses and give you proper burials, how about that?” He added irrationally.

Almost instantly, the strong bravado of the guards crumbled.

Both of them were told to keep an eye on Rosa’s special guests, so they knew Rex was not a nobody.

And frankly, the guards weren’t sure how Rosa would react if both of them were killed.

“So, what’s it going to be?” Rex asked again, his fingernails turning into claws as he waited.

Just as Devo was about to say something, a small, muffled voice boomed inside the room.

“Hey, that’s not fair!”

Upon hearing this, Rex snapped his face over his shoulder and fixed on a dumbwaiter on the wall.

Once the wooden door was opened, a figure came out.

All of the people inside the room were shocked when a small boy—with slick and neat hair came out of the dumbwaiter, holding a makeshift sword. He fell onto the marble floor hard, as the dumbwaiter was too high for him, but quickly recovered.

For a second, the young boy hissed in pain as he landed on his knees.

Even so, he still hopped around the sofa and stood on the other side of the table behind Rex.

Righteously, he raised his small wooden sword and pointed it at Rex.

“Criminal, if you want to humiliate our House, don’t talk big at our guards,” The boy announced bravely, unflinching even in the face of Rex’s menacing appearance. “I have the blood of a noble inside of me, fight me if you dare!”

“…”

Silence.

Rex’s crimson eyes dimmed, returning to normal at the young boy’s absurdity.

“Who are you?”

“Prince Edward!”

Before the young boy could answer, one of the maids ran over and hugged the young boy.

“Edward?” Rex raised an eyebrow, surprised by the young boy’s name.

Upon hearing this, the maid quickly shielded the young Edward with her own body, “Please, Lord Rex. He’s only a child! He doesn’t know any better! If you’re displeased, please let it out on me, but please don’t hurt him!”

“Do I look like someone who’d hurt children?” Rex asked, turning to Amanir.

“Yes,” Amanir nodded. “Yes, you are, and you have.”

“Oh…” Rex smiled acutely.

Seeing the smile, Amanir at least could breathe easily again as Rex had returned back to normal.

“What happened? Is there a Werewolf trigger or something in here?” Amanir asked.

“Werewolf trigger? There’s no such thing,” Rex shook his head and shrugged. “It’s more like I don’t have the patience for these mind games. You know that Rosa might play something again and press for more, right?”

“You’re thinking of the worst-case scenario,” Amanir sighed—but he wasn’t surprised, knowing where Rex was coming from. “Viora probably already told Rosa what you did, and I’m sure Rosa would not be that reckless to take you lightly.”

Feeling ignored, young Edward’s face turned red.

In his entire life, there was nobody who would dare ignore him and his words.

“Criminal, where are your manners? Don’t ignore me!” He bared.

“Listen here, little guy,” Rex approached and squatted in front of him. “How old are you?”

“I turned forty this year,” Young Edward answered.

“You said it you- holy, forty years old?! You’re even older than me,” Rex sucked in a cold breath, but he quickly cleared his throat. “Anyway, you said it yourself that I’m a criminal. So, which criminal do you think has manners?”

“Criminals don’t have manners? Don’t their parents teach them?” Young Edward asked in disbelief.

The sarcastic tone made Rex rub his face.

It seemed Young Edward’s world was twisted in lavishness that he didn’t know common sense.

Considering his background, probably another heir.

Rex shouldn’t be surprised by this, but he was.

Look at this, Edward, I found the little version of you. Naïve. Soft. But unlike you, I can understand him.