Guild Wars

Draco silently looked up to see that he was now surrounded by around 20 orange glows full of power that caused his entire body to feel burdened. Each orange glow dispersed, revealing a different figure within, all of whom gazed at him with different expressions from mocking, to interest and then to disdain.

One of them, the first of the group to arrive, was a male humanoid with golden eyes and a robust body that was clad in cloth wraps in a rather stylish manner. His eyes tore from Draco and landed on 'Shuro' in the next moment.

"Scimitar, is this the one?" he asked,m referring to 'Shuro'.

'Shuro', or rather, Scimitar, glanced towards the fellow and nodded. "That's right, Malice. Have your people informed you of his capability before coming here?"

Malice scoffed. "I did hear, but I want to see it for myself!"

Scimitar hummed, but Draco interrupted the group by speaking with a casual smile. "Look, Ive said it multiple times, I can't join your club of horse fuckers. There's no need to bring your whole crew of freaks to try and convince me."

The group of Origins Gods became silent as they processed his words until one of them, a female, laughed with amusement.

"He's kinda funny, haha." She said in a mature tone, her pink colored skin shining strangely as she clasped her stomach to laugh.

Malice glanced at her. "Passion, this is not the time. Focus!"

Malice turned his eyes back to Draco and stepped forth coming to stand beside Scimitar who was still looking on with a mild interest.

"Draco Morningstar, a mortal of the Supreme Fantasy Realm. Arrived with the other so-called Immortal Adventurer's over 15 years ago and displayed great talent since then. Possesses an Origin grade bloodline that is split between Dragon, Demon and Devil that has since upgraded to become Eternal. Has a strange alternate ability named Control that has Origin grade potential at least.

Also appropriated the bloodline of a wretched race called Ultima Sunt that steals Source origins to evolve limitlessly."

Malice's eyes condensed as his expression became disgusted. "Is known to be lustful and simple minded. No sense of goal or purpose, just drifting through the motions. Has two partners who arguably have the same power that somehow obey his commands despite being superior."

Malice finished and turned to Scimitar. "Is that all?"

Scimitar placed a hand on his chin with a smile. "That's about it, though you should have seen it for yourself. If you witnessed his growth yourself, you'd understand why the Promotion Faction prayed day and night for his destined arrival."

Malice scoffed once more and did not speak, not seemingly disagreeing. Meanwhile, Scimitar saw Draco's expression remain calm throughout, feeling greatly impressed.

"Not surprised? You should be. Your entire repertoire has been dug out by us, and not with much difficulty mind you, since you do not operate in a lowkey manner at all. Preparing to deal with you is made easy thanks to your own blunder." Scimitar revealed casually, looking for a reaction from Draco.

However, rather than that, Draco scanned the entire group idly and then focused back on Scimitar and Malice.

"You fellows know I have an Eternal Bloodline and you still came here as mere Origin Gods? Are you stupid or suicidal?" Draco asked with amusement.

Scimitar laughed softly. "It seems so, doesn't it? The gap between a mortal and a Divine God in our realm is as vast as two different planes, while the gap between a Divine God and an Origin God is ten times that. Likewise, the gap between an Origin God and an Eternal is more than a thousand times greater than the previous one."

"So you, Draco, should use your brain. If we come here despite knowing this, what do you think it means?" Scimitar inquired with his hands folded behind his back. ŔÀ₦ŐВĘš

"That you're a bunch of retards?" Draco answered sincerely.

"Tsk, enough! Let's kill him and go!" another Origin God roared, who was akin to a minotaur-like existence, and charged towards Draco with a giant axe.

His body shone with an orange glow as a wave of power that Draco couldn't identify reverberated from him. Even as Draco raised his blades to block and mustered up Destruction Energy to counter the incoming force, he was still blown back in the void by more than a few miles and forced to spit blood.

The pink-skinned female Origin God, passion, nudged another female Origin God who was akin to an anthropomorphic black cat with a smile. "See that, Laziness? I told you Wrath would be the first to strike, you owe me a realm now."

Pride tsked and folded her arms, glaring at Wrath coldly. The fellow, who had just blown away Draco and was releasing steam from his nostrils in triumph, felt a chill on his back but didn't dare to turn.

"Hahaha, Wrath has pissed off Pride again! There will be a good show once we go back!" Another Origin God present spoke up with unscrupulous laughter, his words carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

"Shut up Cruelty!" Wrath, the minotaur, roared as he waved his axe angrily.

Meanwhile, Draco had returned to this area, wearing a cold expression as he glanced at his damaged Dragorugio blades. Just as they had said, there existed a gap between realms, and his precious Divine Rank blades he had painstakingly upgraded from the Epic realm to this were now almost ruined.

Find more to read at m_v l|-NovelFire

After gloomily contemplating for a while, Draco smirked. "Fine then, since we are going down that route, let me take off the first layer of handicap, eh?"

Saying this, he actually put away his dual blades and clapped his hands together. Immediately, a wave of power erupted from Draco as his Eternal bloodline which had been sealed to 0.1% due to the Wizard Realm's weakness was unleashed, reaching 50% in the void nexus due to its far stronger tolerance!

Feeling the flux of power, the various Origin Gods displayed expressions of slight awe and a hint of reverence. Even the cold-faced Malice seemed to soften somewhat, a wistful look in his eyes while Scimitar maintained his smile, but it had become many degrees colder.

"Ahh, this is it! The power of an Eternal being! The power of transcendence!" Cruelty muttered with a deep tone, his eyes profound.

"Yet it's in the hands of the most undeserving blockhead. How infuriating!" Wrath exclaimed in anger, steam escaping his nostrils once more.

"Says you, the biggest blockhead ever." Pride butted in with a scoff.

Draco ignored the banter between the group and sighed with pleasure at finally unveiling slightly more of his power. Self-sealing was not at all enjoyable, like forcing oneself to wear extremely tight clothes and then going on to perform athletics.

Even the slightest loosening of the seal was thoroughly enjoyable, making Draco feel extremely benevolent and happy at this moment. As such, full of kindness in his heart, he made an offer.

"Alright then. All the male Origin Gods will shatter their Source Origins and become mining slaves within the Fantasy Realm for 10,000 years before having a 1% chance of being freed, while the female Origin Gods will maintain their Source Origins but become living breeding pens for top-tier immortal soldiers for my clan for the next 10,000 years with no chance of release."

Draco folded his arms behind his back casually as he said this, and then added as if remembering: "Oh, it's that or death accompanied by eternal soul torture in my personal hell."

The Origin Gods were speechless.

Scimitar shook his head. "I agree, let's get this over with. I am tired of talking to this ignorant fool."

At that, Malice was the first to attack, manifesting a giant face in the void that was filled with the intent to cause harm to other beings. He causally pointed at Draco, his eyes full of disdain for a lower level of life.

"You will harm yourself." He said as a decree, and the face behind him repeated the words in an echo.

"Are you dum-" Draco tilted his head with confusion until he felt his own leg explode into blood mist the next moment.

Glancing downward with confusion, Draco couldn't believe what happened. All he felt was that his body directly infused a great amount of power into his leg and exploded it autonomously, without his permission at all.

His act of surprise gave Wrath an opening at appear beside him and slash downwards with the axe, cleaving through his Dragorugio armor and causing a spray of blood to emerge from Draco's chest as he was sent flying.

｢System to Player Announcement

You have entered an invincible state for 10 minutes.｣

｢System to Player Announcement

Your Divine Rank set, Dragorugio, has sustained 40% True Damage from a higher grade of power. Its power and skills decrease in potency by the same amount until repairs are made.｣

Draco steadied himself and channeled his bloodline to restore his state using creation energy from Nuwa, causing his wounds to disappear, his health to recover and his set to return to how it had been before.

"Not bad. I don't know exactly what happened, but it won't happen again." Draco stated slowly and seriously, fully channeling his power.

"You will know soon enough." Scimitar said as he raised a hand and repaired Shuro's katana to pristine perfection, gripping it casually.

"Hmm, not a bad sword. It possesses a hint of Origin Intent that could have formed if its user had perfectly mastered that unique power they possessed. Worth studying, worth studying." Scimitar commented as he swung the katana slightly in the void.

With that he suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of Draco, swinging the blade down casually and almost clumsily. All Draco saw was an orange light that was full of slashing power, but he was no longer unprepared.

With a hand, he reached out to catch the blade with his palm stopping its edge on his body by using his Demon Branch at full power to increase his strength. Scimitar exclaimed lowly in surprise, but was unable to pull the sword out of Draco's grasp.

"Die." Draco stated calmly, pushing forward and unleashing a punch filled with Destruction Energy from his bloodline, aiming to smash the head of his target.

However, a shield manifested in front of Scimitar that absorbed the attack for a split second before shattering, giving the fellow more than enough time to retreat. Scimitar turned to another Origin God who created the shield and nodded in thanks.

Draco held Shuro's katana and engulfed it with Destruction Energy, turning it into ash that disappeared into the void, never to return again. However, his eyes narrowed when Scimitar smiled and recondensed the katana from nothingness, being the same one that Draco had eliminated from reality just now.

"Surprised? It's exactly why we came here despite your Eternal bloodline. However, rather than spell it out for you, I want you to experience it for yourself." Scimitar stated with a smile as he swung again.

This time, Wrath joined the charge, along with other melee-type Origin Gods with direct damage Origin Laws. Their allies buffed them, possessing supportive Origin laws while others debuffed Draco, like Cruelty and Malice, causing his power to wane.

The effect was that, to Draco's chagrin, he was suppressed. He manifested the Black Dragon directly and released a spray of Destruction Energy wantonly throughout the void, but these fellows casually cut through it and reached his enormous body, digging into his flesh with their various weapons.

Draco did not even cry out in pain as he released a wave of darkness power from his Darkness branch which was second only to his Serpent God in terms of Eternal Control, causing the void for hundreds of miles to become obscure and murky, akin to a domain in Draco's purview.

The Origin Gods displayed expressions of seriousness as their senses were greatly limited and their connection to each other was forcibly cut off. Meanwhile, the weaker support type Origin Gods did not notice that in the pervasive darkness, two trapezoid-shaped red eyes opened behind them, full of murderous intent.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!