?"Battalion? I think you misspoke. A band of scum could never claim to be a battalion."
The disdain on Dyon's face thickened. He didn't like the military much, mostly due to his parents' involvement in it leading to their deaths. So, he never cared much for it and only built his own armies out of necessity. And even then, he took on most of the hard tasks himself.
But hearing mere pirates try to give themselves such a holy title pissed him off only because he knew his own father would have raged the moment he heard such nonsense.
"You're courting death!"
"Just piss off."
Dyon's arm shot through the Boss' chest, coming out the other side as though he had done so with a practiced ease. A mere lower Immortal Essence expert, why would it be an issue? The only reason they called this man boss was likely because of the half-immortal weapon on his person. They were in fact all of the lower Immortal Essence realm.
'It seems that weapon's are pretty important here… I guess my first task aside from making money and waiting for the Dragon King is to fix up Reaper…'
"Commander… won't let you off…"
Dyon almost forgot for a moment that he was dealing with immortals and not mortals. A simple hand to the chest wouldn't kill so easily.
Dyon pulled his arm out and shattered the man's skull, grabbing hold of his nascent soul before it could run away and crushing it.
Following that, Dyon massacred what remained of the pirate band. In those moments, he felt a subtle brand attach to his skin that made him raise an eyebrow, but his strong Immortal Sense extinguished it.
Dyon easily found what he needed. Though it wasn't an obscene amount of wealth, it should have been enough to enter the city.
But who knew…
"Mortals must be escorted and vouched for by an Immortal to enter, and can only do so with appropriate collars and regulation leashes of no more than three meters in length. Those who attempt to break this rule will be killed on sight or sent to the slave couriers."
It felt as though the whole world was looking down on Dyon with disdain. Those behind him waiting to pay their fees, those ahead who had only just paid theirs, and the silver armored guard that blocked him from entering the city gates that stretched into the skies.
Dyon's temper flared. It seemed he would have a very hard time managing his anger in this place.
"Come again?"
The silver armored guard sneered and was already prepared to draw his weapon after hearing Dyon's words, but he suddenly found that his hand was inexplicably trembling.
Dyon stood before him, his hands in his pockets. To either of his sides, Lilith and Saru stood with their arms wrapped around his. However, the gloomy expression the pervaded Dyon's piercing gaze made it seem as though he didn't have such world class beauties by his side.
"I could have sworn for a moment that you asked me to wear a collar and a leash. I misheard, correct?"
Those who had been spectating with sneering expression filled with disdain suddenly felt their blood run ice cold.
They had seen many mortals in their lives. In fact, there were several who had even tried to fight against the tide and regain their dignity. However, they had never seen one actually succeed. Usually, they simply ended up in an even worse spot than when they started.
Dyon gaze swept over the guard who seemed to have lost the ability to respond.
Directly ignoring him, Dyon entered the city as though the rules were meaningless to him. Those around were too stunned to do much of anything about it. There maybe had never been such a result in the history of Zaneta City.
Saru maintained her calm appearance, but Lilith couldn't help but giggle. Her light laughter was the only sound for dozens of meters. It would have been incredibly pleasing to the ear, but none of them dared look on too closely to see just what kind of beauty it came from.
Dyon didn't waste time, heading directly toward the largest alchemy guild.
Though he didn't fear anyone, he would rather not have to leave this city the moment he entered. He wasn't arrogant enough to believe he could solo a legion of immortals. This wasn't the mortal plane any longer, after all. In addition, this bubble world did have a handful of Immortal Saints he had to be wary of.
Still, though Immortal Saints were ants in the grand scheme of this plane, those who stood at the top of a world, no matter how relatively weak they were, always acted proud and aloof. They wouldn't step in for matters related to a 'mere mortal'.
The group of three was hardly noticed on their walk through the city. After leaving the range of the city gates, Zaneta was packed with tourists and businessmen. The same way no one cared to notice that Dyon was a mortal while he was standing in line to enter the city, everyone just assumed he was an immortal by the mere fact he was here.
In truth, with Dyon's Immortal Sense, he could stop anyone here from seeing through his status as a mortal. It was just that, once more, he couldn't be bothered to.
A part of Dyon simply disdained the way of this plane. Another part felt that this bubble world was too weak to need such precautions. And, yet another felt that if he wanted to improve himself quickly to return back to his wives… he needed to instigate some conflict so that he could test his upper limits constantly.
Soon, having made their way through in silence, Dyon, Saru and Lilith made it to the Alchemy Guild.
It was a much smaller building than one might expect, but by extension, it had the largest empty space around it.
