"So you've been ordered to kill him, even though you have yet to figure out what kind of halfling he truly is… isn't it?"
When Jason heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He had expected that the Primordials wanted to kill him.
But, at the bare minimum, they could have investigated what kind of halfling he was before deciding to kill him.
Or did they knew for sure that he was a Celestia halfling?
Jason didn't think so, considering that the woman, who had a subtle coat of pinkish scales with purple edges, looked at him slightly confused.
She had a huge purple stigma engraved on her chest that was nearly revealed owing to her ample bosom that spilled out of her tight clothes.
Wearing overly tight combat clothes was nothing odd, but given that she was adamant in revealing her stigma, it seemed that her entire pride was based on it.
This would be interesting to Jason, if he were under normal circumstances, but even her voluptuous chest was something nobody could be bothered about right now.
She had reptilian eyes that gleamed in an emerald glow which made her appearance even more enticing.
Yet, Jason quickly averted his attention to the other beings that had been gazing at him intently for a few moments as a being of a third race began to speak.
"He is not one of the Demandors' halflings. Otherwise, he would have a fiendish aura, and an abyssal, or at least fiery red stigma!"
The being of the third race had blueish skin but was coated in a tight layer of a greenish liquid that formed spikes all over their body.
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This caused the appearance of the being of the third race to look somewhat ridiculous in comparison to the others.
Yet, Jason couldn't help but gulp nervously the moment he heard the words the being belonging to the third race had spoken.
There was nothing special about the words, but given the coldness in the being's eyes, Jason was sure that he would not hesitate to kill him because he was not a Demandor!
"He is either a Kartano or Celestia, isn't that obvious? Though, I believe he is a Celestia halfling because his aura is just too pure. I've only sensed something similar, once in my life!"
It was a fourth man from another race who stated his assumption.
He looked at Jason with pity in his eyes, and it was evident that the man didn't feel like doing what he had been ordered to do.
After all, it was against his morale to eliminate someone innocent.
Yet, having been ordered by the representative of the Celestia race itself, the young man knew that he had no other choice.
He was the youngest amongst all of the present beings.
At the same time, he was, by far, the strongest, and belonged to a Supreme race, and killing Jason was the first order he had received that he ought to fulfill!
As such, nobody but him was allowed to kill Jason, the Celestia halfling, who had tarnished the pure bloodline of the purest existing race in the universe just by continuing to exist!
A faint halo manifested above his head, gleaming in bright white light as his entire demeanor changed.
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Moments later an armor made of golden and white metal enveloped the young man with a white cloak that had been materialized out of the purest light energy the young man owed.
Six wings unfurled out of his back, completing his revelation as a majestic presence enveloped the youth.
"He is mine to be killed!" He simply announced, the coldness in his voice making his stance clear.
The sudden change in the demeanor and appearance of the seemingly calm young man caused the other beings to step back.
In fact, even the few beings of the lower race that had accompanied the young man to fulfill his order were forced to retreat, the pure holy light repelling those that were impure.
Witnessing what was going on above them, Jennifer was unable to stop being anxious.
Trembling in fright, she bit her lip to the point where she got a metallic taste into her mouth.
She had started to bleed and didn't even realize it first.
Only when a soothing sensation spread through her body did Jennifer stop trembling as the small cut on her lips stopped bleeding.
Turning her head towards Jason, who had inserted some moonlight mana into Jennifer to help her calm down, she was able to see that his stigma was fully activated.
At the same time, his eyes were glowing brightly, and to the extent that his entire being was enveloped in a silvery-golden coat.
"I don't think anyone is here to take me away by force. All of them want me dead!"
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Yet, the more she looked at Jason, the easier it was for Jennifer to perceive that he had a sly smile on his face.
'Did he finally go insane??' She wondered all of a sudden, felt like shouting at Jason, only to listen to his next words.
"Just listen to them! All of them want to kill me…by themselves!!"
Just as Jason said this, Jennifer heard the voices of, at least, a dozen beings that wanted to claim Jason for themselves.
This caused her to look up, which allowed her to realized that nearly four dozen beings had released their cultivation energies.
Most of them had activated their Stigma, if they had one, to begin with, before summoning their weapon of choice.
The previously calm discussion of the eight races seemed to have ended for good as everybody changed into their combat stance.
They might not have forgotten about Jason, but with the other powerhouse right next to them who wanted to be the cause of Jason's death, it was impossible for a single individual to approach him without being attacked!
This was what had caused Jason to grin lightly.
"The Primordials might not bother about who kills me as long as they manage to complete the task, but I believe that they won't hand out resources to every single being who participated in the hunt!
That means…only one will receive all the treasures, the one who kills me!"
The issue was, by all means, not solved yet. But Jason was, at least, confident in the fact that the others would have to fight each other before taking his life.
It sounded ridiculous if one were to say that Jason found it truly enjoyable that the others would eliminate the rest, but the grin on his face had turned into a sly smile.
'Fighting over who gets to kill me…they're ignoring my existence…isn't that a little bit too foolish?'
Shaking his head, Jason continued to look at the situation that unfolded in front of him.
But he was far from idle.
While the others looked at each other threateningly and awaited their attack, or an advance towards Jason, which they could make use of to decapitate the said opponent, Jason tried to force himself and find a way to comprehend the Spatial affinity.
Having activated it for the whole time, nobody was able to sense a difference in his mana fluctuations.
And even if one could sense the difference in his mana fluctuations, it was not that anyone paid much attention to him right now.
This was truly odd, considering that he was a descendant of a race that was able to use all elemental affinities.
Yet, given the fact that he was only an halfling at the Initial rank of the Ascendion stage, everyone grossly underestimated him.
The exact same was the case for the female red dragon, who was staring into nothingness, not sure what to do.
Attacking the beings belonging to eight races would inevitably kill her, yet even fleeing was not something she could do as she believed they would not let her escape easily.
Or..was that really the case?
Quite some time had passed, and Jason couldn't help but smile bitterly at the situation that unfolded in the air.
All the beings of different races had yet to attack each other, which was great to see as the tension intensified several times over.
After clearly perceiving the situation above, Jason knew that the slightest movement would be the cause of an all-out battle almost instantaneously.
Given that, he wanted to make use of it, which caused him to look at the fiery red dragon for a moment.
[Do you want to help me out, one last time?]
