Reaper of the Martial World

"… He said 'Are you trying to kill your Inheritor's husband?', I heard him very clearly. I'm certain those were his words."

A nervous maidservant gripped the hems of her dress, looking down at the ground as she accepted the interrogation she was being subjected to.

"Inheritor? Husband?" Mistress Nightwell's delicate brow frowned. "If my daughter likes him, he's not allowed to have other women. Who is this Inheritor? Find out and bring her to me. If she agrees to disappearing, we can let her go. If not…"

Mistress Nightwell's gentle gaze flashed with a sharp killing intent.

"Mother!" Crystella cried out. "Don't say such things!"

"What are you saying? You finally like a boy after all these years, and you want to share him? I won't allow it!".

"Why are you speaking like this boy is acceptable? If it wasn't for Crystella's sake, I would have blasted him into a cloud of blood! You want my daughter to marry a mortal? I won't accept it!"

"What did you just say to me?" Mistress Nightwell glared at her husband.

Patriarch Nightwell's jaw set, but he said nothing more.

The old man shook his head. Why were they arguing about the completely unimportant points?

"Put away your killing intent, Ela. If you let the boy sense such a thing, he really won't hesitate to make enemies out of you. Whether he cares for this wife he mentioned or not, I do not know. But what I do know is that he's completely inflexible.

"What's more important is something else. Amethyst, come here."

There was a level of affection in the old man's eye that wasn't there even for his own son. Maybe only his granddaughter could match it.

Amethyst expressionlessly made her way over, her violet hair flowing to the ground behind her.

"Who is this Inheritor the boy speaks of? And can she be used to control him?"

"… I do not know. I have no way of grasping what happens on the mortal plane."

"So your Inheritor has already transcended? If we could find her, this would be good for you. You'd be able to recover a portion of your strength, no?"

Amethyst's gaze narrowed.

The old man's logic was simple. Dyon was a mortal. It was impossible for him to have transcended and still retain his mortal body. Even those who managed to perfect their mortal bodies on the mortal plane were simply gifted high level immortal bodies in return. They would retain their constitutions, but they would ultimately still be immortals.

Such transcendents were incredibly well respected. They didn't face the same stigma mortals and lower level transcendents did.

"… I would have sensed it already if she transcended. This means that she hasn't."

"What did you just say?!"

The old man's calm demeanor cracked. The weight of such words was far more than they seemed. They all but confirmed that Dyon was a transcendent. But how the hell could a transcendent have a mortal body?!

"… They said that the mortal plane was weakening… But it shouldn't be to the point that a mortal could cross over so easily… This boy could be what they call an Overlord…" The old man's gaze burned with passion."

"… What is that grandpa?"

"They're mortals who have the strength of immortals in certain facets… If this boy is a comprehension facet Overlord… I –"

The old man's aura became like a bloody haze. He completely forgot to restrain himself, causing his family and Amethyst to collapse around him.

He had been stuck at a step from the Immortal Law realm for too long. He could never understand how mere mortals could comprehend Laws before even many immortals did, but if Dyon was a transcendent mortal and so powerful, it was clear the legends of these Overlords were real.

"… Let him go to see the world core after the competition."

"But –" Patriarch Nightwell wanted to say more but didn't dare to continue to speak on the topic seeing his father's gaze from the ground.

"… I should go speak with a few old friends."

The old man clasped his hands behind his back, walking away.

**

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"

Several guards rushed to blocked the entrance of a tower so tall one could only look straight up to see its peak even from a hundred meters away.

However, a moment later, a golden paperweight tore through the air, knocking them out of the way, blasting through the tower's double doors, and landing with a loud boom on the marbled floors.

Dyon strolled into the alchemy guild, his footsteps light.

"I've come to recruit this alchemy guild beneath my banner. I'll be back here in exactly one hour. I expect to find your guild head waiting for me when I get back."

Dyon directly left the paperweight on the ground as he turned to leave. It was as though he didn't know his voice had boomed across the city, covering thousands of miles in an instant. He didn't even try to hide his movements in the slightest.

Then he entered the city, selling off his Empyrean Grade herbs for an ȯbsċėnė price, then buying every kind of Venerable Grade Herb he could find.

Taking his time, he eventually returned to find his paperweight still on the ground and a group of old men waiting for him.