Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 115: Somewhat (3)

Dyon eyes narrowed slightly.

‘I know this person. I’ve definitely seen him before. Why is it that I can’t remember?’

The young man had an extremely normal appearance. Dyon had become so used to seeing handsome and beautiful people at higher cultivation realms that this young man could almost be categorized as ugly by comparison.

However, Dyon was able to keep proper perspective. In his mortal world, this sort of young man was one you could see everyday simply taking a walk on the streets. He was too normal, abnormally so.

This wasn’t just a little odd. The deeper one’s cultivation, the closer to perfection you would grow and the more beautiful you would become. If one’s talent was exceptional, this was even more apparent. It could be said that Dyon’s handsome appearance was directly proportional to his talent.

But, this young man didn’t seem to conform to any of these truths.

Dyon suddenly felt the Lightning Willow Mask in his inner world stir violently, crackling with agitation before settling down with an enraged thud. It was as though it felt that it too could do nothing.

Realizing something, Dyon’s gaze narrowed.

He had thought that this curse had stopped affecting him a long time ago. However, to think it would rear its head like this.

The Heaven Sparrow… It was a beast cursed due to its beauty with speed that existed beyond the realms of reason. It was so fast that even it couldn’t slow itself down. As a result, no one could ever observe it…

The was just one of the cursed creatures… The unicorns were another, cursed to be forgotten the moment one took their eyes away from them. It just so happened to be yet another beautiful creature…

But what did any of this have to do with this normal looking young man?

Dyon slowly petted Little Yang and Yin again before gently placing them on his shoulder once more.

The guilt in his heart hadn’t subsided. Little Yang and Yin had been by his side for so long and had helped him through so much.

They were key to his battle strength in the Golden Flame Mystical World. They were the reason Clara was able to survive the sudden onslaught of the Sapientia Guilds. They were the reason he survived Chaos Universe and found Amphorae. They were the reason why he could battle Ancestor Giant and Scholar, laying the foundation for what was his Mortal Empire now.

They were always silently by his side. Even when they didn’t speak, he felt assured by the slight weight on his shoulders.

But now, thanks to his own failure in a past life, they were suffering.

No matter how you tried to explain it away, that failure was still Dyon. It was a different version of him, but it was still him who failed. He didn’t kill the entity, he didn’t protect his family, he failed himself and the mortal plane. There was no simple press to undo button he could use, no plan B to fall back upon…

“It seems that one of your subjects is eager to take your place, Little Yang… Little Yin. Big bro will teach it a lesson in your place.”

The normal looking young man gazed at Dyon’s shoulders. However, it was clear that even though he was looking down from on high, the difference between Little Yang and Yin versus other celestial hamsters was clear. He had no ability to see the twins at all.

“Just as arrogant as always.”

“I only call myself arrogant to appease the masses.” Dyon said emotionlessly. “The truth is that I am only supremely confident and nothing else. Arrogance would imply that I overestimate myself, when the reality is that you, whoever you are, will only be another steppingstone.”

“Ah, you’re unaware of who I am yet I’ve competed with you for so many years already.”

It seemed like the young man was lamenting something, but his equally as expressionless gaze gave way to the truth that he truly didn’t care whether or not Dyon knew him. He was obviously just as arrogant. To him, Dyon was nothing more than an ant.

It was quite curious of him to have this stance considering the fact his cultivation was only of the Lower Dao Formation Realm. The 3^rd Dao Stage, in fact.

“You may not know who I am, but I am well aware of who you are.

“Dyon Sacharro. Born to a family of mortals. Husband of five and father of one.

“Didn’t begin cultivating until he was 15 yet didn’t enter the Essence Gathering Realm until he was 29.

“Is the successor of the Celestial Deer Sect. The Emperor of the Mortal Empire. And the only one who remains in memory to succeed in building such a large hegemon in a single lifetime.

“However, what many don’t know is that this isn’t the first time he’s done this. It’s in fact the second time. For a single man to succeed in such a goal not once but twice, what a grand feat, indeed.”

The young man repeated these words without much emotion, though much of these truths shocked Kaori to his core.

“Do you want to know why we had you kill all of these Overlords? It’s simple really. The more powerful you are, the more important you are to a timeline. For an anomaly like you, your backlash was coming in due time regardless. You just happened to help us speed it along…

“… Since you’ve killed the only woman I’ve ever loved, I’m currently in need of a few sows to rebuild my Clan. With you soon to be out of the picture, I’ll soon have several top-quality ones.”

“Oh.”

Dyon’s voice was as steady as the blood-soaked ground beneath his feet.

“I guess killing you will be somewhat enjoyable now.”