Chapter 2010: Worst
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Chapter 2010 Worst
?2010 Worst
The worst part was that it was impossible for them to sneak someone in.
The only way was by sending their young genius, Valen Mist, to another Outer Power where the entries weren't as strict. However, if they did something so foolish, they'd be exposed immediately.
Dyon had lockdown travel to other Outer Powers a month ago already. Plus, this didn't mention that they were all tagged with Soul Tags as well.
How could they ever have expected that Dyon would choose such a path? It didn't even make sense to them. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
"We can't sit here and do nothing. If our Ancestors' plans of trillions of years come crashing down because of a single boy not even 300 years old, I won't be able to face them even in death." Patriarch Mist clenched his teeth.
"Father, it may not be impossible to deal with this." The arrogant Valen suddenly spoke. Though Dyon's feats had crushed his pride to a certain extent, much of it still remained.
"Oh?"
Valen sneered. "Didn't we have a nice little puppet being pulled along by Little Sister Chrysanthemum? It's time for that so-
called "True God" Anak to work."
**
The size of their territory? They didn't care. How much wealth and resources they had? They didn't care.
All they cared about was growing more powerful! This was why Failed Clans were to be feared.
However, Dyon was determined to stand in their path.
With another flash, Dyon grew ever closer to his destination. In fact, he had gotten quite lucky. Though closer to the north than the south, the dwarves were located in the East Region as well.
Despite the size of the battlefield, Dyon only took half a day to reach their location. But, considering Dyon could go from one universe to the next with a single step back on the mortal plane, it was easy to see how large the Ancient Battlefield was.
That said, on the mortal plane, tearing apart space was easy, while it was very difficult to do so here.
The location the dwarves called home wasn't just filled with dwarves. If even the 12 topmost Clans hardly cared about their so-called 'territory', why would lesser Clans do so? There was a great number of intermingled races. Normal humans, dwarves, half-beasts, beasts...
This place looked no different from a village. There were several bazaars located around its massive outskirts with the hollering of countless voices fighting over one another.
They traded all sorts of things. Everything from rare ores to beast organs to special herbs.
'The beast parts I can find here would be far greater than what the mortal plane has to offer.' Dyon thought to himself. 'I should bring some back for Master so she can continue her research when she has time.'
One would think that such a 'village' would be quaint, but the reality was that had Dyon not taken Hell's Right Eye, he wouldn't be able to see to the ends of it.
It was incredibly odd. These dirt roads, unkept shacks, and merchant markets seemed like the things of small-time villages with populations not exceeding 200, yet this place was home to millions, maybe even billions of people.
This wasn't a bad thing, though. It was far easier for Dyon to blend in. Though his appearance was a bit delicate in comparison to them, it wasn't to the point where one could point out his origin so easily.
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Chapter 2010 Worst
?2010 Worst
The worst part was that it was impossible for them to sneak someone in.
The only way was by sending their young genius, Valen Mist, to another Outer Power where the entries weren't as strict. However, if they did something so foolish, they'd be exposed immediately.
Dyon had lockdown travel to other Outer Powers a month ago already. Plus, this didn't mention that they were all tagged with Soul Tags as well.
How could they ever have expected that Dyon would choose such a path? It didn't even make sense to them. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
"We can't sit here and do nothing. If our Ancestors' plans of trillions of years come crashing down because of a single boy not even 300 years old, I won't be able to face them even in death." Patriarch Mist clenched his teeth.
"Father, it may not be impossible to deal with this." The arrogant Valen suddenly spoke. Though Dyon's feats had crushed his pride to a certain extent, much of it still remained.
"Oh?"
Valen sneered. "Didn't we have a nice little puppet being pulled along by Little Sister Chrysanthemum? It's time for that so-
called "True God" Anak to work."
**
The size of their territory? They didn't care. How much wealth and resources they had? They didn't care.
All they cared about was growing more powerful! This was why Failed Clans were to be feared.
However, Dyon was determined to stand in their path.
With another flash, Dyon grew ever closer to his destination. In fact, he had gotten quite lucky. Though closer to the north than the south, the dwarves were located in the East Region as well.
Despite the size of the battlefield, Dyon only took half a day to reach their location. But, considering Dyon could go from one universe to the next with a single step back on the mortal plane, it was easy to see how large the Ancient Battlefield was.
That said, on the mortal plane, tearing apart space was easy, while it was very difficult to do so here.
The location the dwarves called home wasn't just filled with dwarves. If even the 12 topmost Clans hardly cared about their so-called 'territory', why would lesser Clans do so? There was a great number of intermingled races. Normal humans, dwarves, half-beasts, beasts...
This place looked no different from a village. There were several bazaars located around its massive outskirts with the hollering of countless voices fighting over one another.
They traded all sorts of things. Everything from rare ores to beast organs to special herbs.
'The beast parts I can find here would be far greater than what the mortal plane has to offer.' Dyon thought to himself. 'I should bring some back for Master so she can continue her research when she has time.'
One would think that such a 'village' would be quaint, but the reality was that had Dyon not taken Hell's Right Eye, he wouldn't be able to see to the ends of it.
It was incredibly odd. These dirt roads, unkept shacks, and merchant markets seemed like the things of small-time villages with populations not exceeding 200, yet this place was home to millions, maybe even billions of people.
This wasn't a bad thing, though. It was far easier for Dyon to blend in. Though his appearance was a bit delicate in comparison to them, it wasn't to the point where one could point out his origin so easily.
Chapter 2010 Worst ?2010 Worst The worst part was that it was impossible for them to sneak someone in. The only way was by sending their young genius, Valen Mist, to another Outer Power where the entries weren't as strict. However, if they did something so foolish, they'd be exposed immediately. Dyon had lockdown travel to other Outer Powers a month ago already. Plus, this didn't mention that they were all tagged with Soul Tags as well. How could they ever have expected that Dyon would choose such a path? It didn't even make sense to them. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n."We can't sit here and do nothing. If our Ancestors' plans of trillions of years come crashing down because of a single boy not even 300 years old, I won't be able to face them even in death." Patriarch Mist clenched his teeth. "Father, it may not be impossible to deal with this." The arrogant Valen suddenly spoke. Though Dyon's feats had crushed his pride to a certain extent, much of it still remained. "Oh?" Valen sneered. "Didn't we have a nice little puppet being pulled along by Little Sister Chrysanthemum? It's time for that so- called "True God" Anak to work." ** The size of their territory? They didn't care. How much wealth and resources they had? They didn't care. All they cared about was growing more powerful! This was why Failed Clans were to be feared. However, Dyon was determined to stand in their path. With another flash, Dyon grew ever closer to his destination. In fact, he had gotten quite lucky. Though closer to the north than the south, the dwarves were located in the East Region as well. Despite the size of the battlefield, Dyon only took half a day to reach their location. But, considering Dyon could go from one universe to the next with a single step back on the mortal plane, it was easy to see how large the Ancient Battlefield was. That said, on the mortal plane, tearing apart space was easy, while it was very difficult to do so here. The location the dwarves called home wasn't just filled with dwarves. If even the 12 topmost Clans hardly cared about their so-called 'territory', why would lesser Clans do so? There was a great number of intermingled races. Normal humans, dwarves, half-beasts, beasts... This place looked no different from a village. There were several bazaars located around its massive outskirts with the hollering of countless voices fighting over one another. They traded all sorts of things. Everything from rare ores to beast organs to special herbs. 'The beast parts I can find here would be far greater than what the mortal plane has to offer.' Dyon thought to himself. 'I should bring some back for Master so she can continue her research when she has time.' One would think that such a 'village' would be quaint, but the reality was that had Dyon not taken Hell's Right Eye, he wouldn't be able to see to the ends of it. It was incredibly odd. These dirt roads, unkept shacks, and merchant markets seemed like the things of small-time villages with populations not exceeding 200, yet this place was home to millions, maybe even billions of people. This wasn't a bad thing, though. It was far easier for Dyon to blend in. Though his appearance was a bit delicate in comparison to them, it wasn't to the point where one could point out his origin so easily.
