Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 10: Guilt (1)

Dyon looked down at his hands, a light smile playing his features. He had finally gone back to his original body.

Every step forward in Titan Diamond Body was a great boost to his strength, but it always gave him a pretty boy look he wasn’t very fond of. Was there really a need for his skin to glow like diamond all the time?

However, now that he had stepped into the Fate Silk realm, he reclaimed his true appearance. The same hazel-green eyes. The same caramel tanned skin. And the same short, brownish-gold hair with the slightest tints of red when the sunlight hit it just right.

There was something comforting about the idea that his parents would actually recognize him as their own if they were still alive today. For a moment, it brought a smile to his face despite the long road ahead of him.

With a thought, a comfortable pair of black sweatpants and a crisp white T covered Dyon’s body.

He stretched his limbs out, getting used to his body’s new functions.

The reconstruction of his muscles had not only left him with more power, but also far more flexibility than he had once had. The stiffness that had come with his Titan Diamond Body was a thing of the past.

Dyon suddenly sent a fist forward.

A sharp whistle of air sounded as Dyon suddenly found his arm embedded elbow deep into his cave den’s wall.

With a slight lag, a loud boom shook the earth. The sound was so loud that Dyon knew a normal Dao expert would feel their brain turn to mush if they had stood too close to him.

Dyon blinked. He had expected a decent result, but definitely not to the point where his arm was comedically stuck in such a place.

After some effort, Dyon managed to pull his arm out. But the reverberating impact sent waves of power through the cave, causing the wall before Dyon to crack and crumble, collapsing outward.

“Oh…?”

Dyon looked toward the collapsed wall with an… interesting expression. Though, that look on his face didn’t last very long before it came with a flash of happiness.

Behind the wall, countless energy stones poured outward. Some had been damaged by Dyon’s strike, causing a dense, swarming qi to fill the air. Though there were a few celestial grade stones mixed in, the vast majority were of the dao grade!

With quick movements, Dyon casually drew a modified star grade concealment array capable of hiding the quickly becoming violent energy fluctuations.

The sound of footsteps caught Dyon’s attention. With a turn of his head, he noticed Saru and Lilith’s figures flash into view.

Maybe it was due to Junior’s fusion with him, but Dyon felt his inhibitions toward these two had subtly lowered. In the past, he purposely locked away his feelings and didn’t confront them, both because he found them inexplicable and also because he owed his wives too much. However, it seemed to have suddenly gotten much harder to do this.

Luckily, the side effect of heavy lust his Titan Diamond Body gave him had been expunged. Since he could amplify the good, why couldn’t he expel the bad?

But, it was ironically this very thing that lowered Dyon’s inhibitions all the more. He had always been worried that he was subconsciously lusting after these two, confusing what was a disgusting primal want with the love they desired.

However, with it now gone, why exactly did he still feel this way?

Seeing their haggard appearances, Dyon’s heart twitched painfully.

Both wore what amounted to nothing more than rags. Torn fabrics formed short mid-thigh length skirts and strapless bras on them, their delicate skin covered in dirt, cuts and bruises.

A single long sword with a thin 7-foot-long blade was strapped across Lilith’s back. Her white hair was seemingly the only part of her that managed to remain unscathed.

As for Saru, brass knuckles wrapped around her small hands. She was much shorter than Lilith, but her body brimmed with power. The faint outline of a strong core became more pronounced every time she drew a heavy breath. Though she wasn’t as chiseled as Dyon and managed to maintain a mouthwatering feminine aesthetic, the power of her body was obvious.

Dyon felt like kicking himself. Just because he found the Ancient Battlefield to be no big deal, that didn’t mean it was the case for the two of them. Who knew how much they had struggled in the last 50 years?

It might be fine if the overlord of this region didn’t appear for a year or two, maybe even ten years. But, what if they didn’t appear for half a century? Wouldn’t the beasts of other overlapping regions grow restless? Though Dyon’s vajra body had been a deterrence, it hadn’t been manifested the whole time.

Dyon took a deep breath, restraining his wandering eyes from greedily taking in the details of their exposed skin.

“Dyon! You succeeded?”

Neither Saru and Lilith seemed to mind Dyon’s gaze though he, himself was embarrassed. Though, if it was someone else, they likely would have drawn their weapons by now. They didn’t wear these clothes out of choice, but rather necessity. They hadn’t been able to bring anything with them on this trip. Lilith’s sword was actually crudely forged of a few tree branches while Saru’s ‘brass’ knuckles were just a few tough rocks bound by string.  

Dyon took a deep breath. “Come in and wait for me for a moment. I’m going to re-build my Inner World’s foundation, then we can talk.”