Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Casually, Aengus tossed the small jar back to the Saintess.

"Sorry, Saintess, but I'm not interested in this deal."

The Saintess looked stunned.

Why is the Young Emperor refusing? Wasn't the offer tempting enough?

"Young Emperor, you don't have to be in such a hurry to refuse. If one jar isn't enough, we can offer you ten. Though I'm not sure if you can handle that much—it would mean gaining nearly 50 levels in such a short time. The chances of failure are high."

Aengus shook his head lightly, still appearing uninterested.

"I still have to refuse, Saintess. Perhaps you should leave now if you're done with your 'important' peace talk," Aengus said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He could have revealed that he wasn't yet capable of fulfilling her request, but it wouldn't have been appropriate. She could be a potential threat to his ultimate goal. Keeping this information hidden might serve as valuable leverage for a future deal, potentially making things easier for him later.

The Saintess' brows twitched in anger, but she forced herself to remain composed.

"That's rude, Young Emperor. You're hopeless and far too arrogant... Perhaps I should return another time."

The Saintess rose from her seat, clearly displeased.

"You're welcome here anytime, Saintess," Aengus replied with a sly smile. He knew that next time, he might be able to subdue her with his power alone.

Though her calm facade barely wavered, Aengus saw through her frustration. He cared little for her anger, displeasure, or disappointment.

Aengus, however, wanted to test something else.

He activated his Dragon Claws and gripped the God Slayer Aegis tightly, boosting his stats fivefold.

"Swoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, he attacked the Saintess, catching her off guard.

"Huh?"

The Saintess instinctively turned back, but the God Slayer Sword was already inches from her face.

She instantly closed her eyes, which snapped open moments later, glowing with a holy radiance.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

At that exact moment, seven glowing white rings surrounded the Saintess, shielding her from harm.

"Rumble!"

The clash created a massive earthquake, with the two of them at its epicenter.

"Boom!"

The Emperor's Cottage was instantly reduced to dust and debris, and a destructive shockwave began to ripple outward.

Aengus' right arm trembled from the impact, the Sword vibrating intensely in his grip.

Aware that the shockwave could damage their camp, Aengus quickly conjured a defensive barrier to suppress it.

The Saintess' heart skipped a beat at the overwhelming power Aengus displayed. Despite being level 170, she was utterly overpowered by the Young Emperor.

If not for the divine protection, she would have struggled to defend herself against the blow. It was a stark realization—Aengus was far more powerful than he appeared on the surface.

Still, she forced herself to remain composed.

"What exactly was the Young Emperor trying to do?" she asked, frowning.

Now standing in the open ground under the crimson light of dawn, the two were illuminated by the eerie glow. A growing crowd gathered nearby, drawn by the sound of the earlier collision, curious about the disturbance.

Aengus responded with practiced calm, "Oh, nothing much. I was merely testing the protection granted by your Goddess. I must say, I'm quite impressed that the Goddess of Light cares so deeply for you. Truly admirable."

He flashed her a sly, mocking smile.

"Hmph!" The Saintess huffed, her beautiful face turning a deep shade of red as she suppressed her rage.

"The Young Emperor doesn't even know how to treat a lady with kindness. Very disappointing!" she spat, shaking her head in disapproval.

Aengus chuckled, his voice light with amusement. "Haha... I believe all beings are equal. Everyone should receive the same treatment from me, be it a woman, a man or the Gods."

Aria quickly approached and stood beside Aengus, her expression filled with concern.

"Relax, Aria," Aengus said casually, his tone reassuring. "She's a Saintess. We were just probing each other. Isn't that right, Saintess?"

The Saintess observed the scene with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

Aria's beauty was undeniable—easily on par with her own, which was a rare occurrence. But what truly astonished her was the faint aura emanating from Aria.

It was unlike anything she had encountered before, as though Aria herself embodied True Divinity, the essence of a Primordial Goddess.

The aura seemed so pure and vast that it might even rival the power of the Goddess of Light—or perhaps, it surpassed it altogether.

The Saintess couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Aengus stood as a figure of destruction—calculating, ruthless, and fearsome. Yet, beside him, Aria exuded an aura of kindness, holiness, as if nurturing the true essence of Mother Nature.

The contrast between them was striking. They look opposites in every way, yet somehow, they stood together, complementing one another perfectly.

It was impossible to miss the intimacy in their relationship, and it didn't escape the Saintess' sharp gaze.

"Hmph... May we see each other again, Young Emperor... Farewell."

Saintess Lumenaria cast a lingering gaze at Aria before disappearing like a flash of light.

Aengus, however, could still see her tracks clearly but chose not to interfere for now. Who knew what her "Goddess" might do next?

It was slightly meddlesome, but he needed to cope with it for now.

"Ethan, we should have stopped her. I didn't like the look on her face," Aria spoke with concern.

Aengus touched her face gently.

"No worries, she won't do anything stupid. She's just a religious freak. We're not involving ourselves with the Gods for now. But if they interfere, I will not be kind," Aengus said, his gaze turning cold.

"Your Emperor, look what you've done to my hard work?" General Martin spoke, exasperated.

"Don't complain, Martin. Just make another one," General Felix chimed in from the sidelines with a smirk.

Martin sighed and began creating a new, bigger, and sturdier house for the Emperor and Empress. The previous one had crumbled like a paper toy, something that should have been impossible even for a Transcendental to destroy.

It made Martin occasionally wonder—just what level had the Emperor reached?

Felix turned his attention to Aengus, their new Emperor.

"Your Imperial Highness, do you still plan to move to the Skyfall Kingdom tomorrow?" General Felix asked, seeking confirmation.