Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 92: Crystals (1)

The crowd could only be left in awe by Dyon’s level of skill. Something like seeing an alchemist or a talisman inscriptionist was absolutely impossible. These sort of experts were extremely high maintenance and were quite finicky about their work environments. Having one work in the center of such bubbling chaos was like ascending past the heavens.

Yet, this high elf, who arguably had a higher standing than many of those inscriptionists in question, was doing exactly that before them all. It was truly a shocking event.

However, maybe what was even more shocking than that was Dyon’s execution.

Inscriptionists and alchemists were well known to take hours to complete their work. It was in part for this reason that their services were so expensive. With Dyon not being shy about charging ten times the normal price, they had even expected for him to take much longer. However, the truth was far outside of their expectations.

In just 30 minutes, Dyon drew a perfect grade void shield talisman. Though it wasn’t reinforced, it was still better than anything this star segment had seen in countless years. Those standing around could only look toward the man with undying envy in their eyes. Why was it that they hadn’t stepped forward first?

To make matters worse, the void mending pill was also the topmost of the top grade, reaching the perfect grade as well. It was simply too enviable. Maybe the most shocking thing was the fact that the creation of the pill took even less time than the talisman!

Dyon handed the man what he had asked for. “I can guarantee perfect grade products. If you’d like reinforced products, you’ll have to pay extra…”

Dyon’s words were faint and calm, yet they were like a massive stone falling from on high into a calm lake below.

A guarantee? It was even possible to pay for reinforced products? Wasn’t that as good as guaranteeing them as well?!

It was suffice to say that Dyon’s business took off. As time passed, the aversion toward Dyon’s prices dropped to nearly 0. In fact, many who had been there earlier felt an undying regret for not acting sooner, because now the queue was mind numbing even for immortals who had a distorted sense of time.

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“What did you say? Someone is running amok in my territory without paying the appropriate fees?”

“Noble Earl, please hold on a moment, he’s a high elf.”

At that moment, a petite woman kneeled on one knee before a man so large he waddled when he walked. Unfortunately, his large size didn’t remind one of a powerful, overbearing warrior. Instead… he was more akin to a marshmallow crossed with a balloon than anything else.

This large man’s office was located atop a tower in the distance. He was simply known as Earl, a moniker he took both as a title and a name. He wasn’t the most powerful expert on Segment 232, but he was the most intelligent and cunning. Very few on the immortal plane could make a name for themselves purely with the use of their minds, but the Earl was one of them.

That said, despite his mind being responsible for his climb to the top, he knew the value of having a large fist. Clever schemes could only get you so far on the immortal plane, and as a man born as the lowest lower immortal essence expert, he valued it even more.

In the end, this diverging disposition led to him being extraordinarily cruel to compensate for his lack of strength. One might even say that his exaggerated weight was also part of this subconscious effort on his part. Since he wasn’t born eight feet tall like those freaks with war bloodlines, he would make himself more imposing in other ways…

“A high elf, you say…” Earl’s steps paused. For a moment, it seemed that he might even continue walking forward, but it was just an illusion. It was simply that his belly hadn’t gotten the memo that his legs had come to a stop.

The Earl’s gaze flashed with a curious light that a hint of contempt was well hidden within.

“Interesting.” He finally said. “Bring that man here, say that I’d like to have a meeting with him. Since it’s a high elf, I’m sure that with his strength, he’s long since noticed as well.”

The kneeling woman nodded hurriedly and turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a pull of energy.

The energy was so weak that she knew that she could easily break free from it, but she quite frankly didn’t dare to. A flash of despair crossed her eyes as she resigned herself to her fate, pinching off the nerves in her nose with a stealthy wave of qi.

Not long later, the petite beauty was enveloped by a mountain of fat, feigning enjoyment and enthusiasm as she wiped the blood falling from her nose along the Earl’s body. Unfortunately, this was the best she could do for herself, she had no other choice.  

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‘He wants to see me, huh? How amusing, a little rat that lords over a nameless bubble world actually deems to summon my presence… But he does indeed have the strength to do so… Or rather, the capital…’

In a familiar high rise restaurant, a man looked toward the Earl’s assistant who seemed to have just finished scrubbing ten layers of skin away with a smile.