Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"You're too old to be acting like an angsty teen. Get with the times old pervert. She doesn't feel the same way about you."

"... It seems that you're intent on dying..."

"Listen..." Dyon's demeanor changed, an oppressive aura that blanketed the underground world billowing from his body. "... Don't mistake my kindness or my smile for patience or benevolence. If you want your head to hang from your family mansion's gates... keep testing me."

A frigid cold wafted from Dyon. For a moment, it even seemed like his gaze had become a fluorescent blue.

Winds that could turn worlds into blocks of ice viciously whipped about, forcing even the old pervert to brace himself.

'This cold is ... no, it's just extremely close... if there was a half level between a dao and a law... this would be it...'

These were thoughts of not just Berolt, but elder Vio, who had been tending to Conan, trying his best to preserve his life. They both felt the incredulity of the situation.

In the distance, Crystella looked on with a complicated gaze. Of course she had rushed here when she heard the commotion. However, this was the last thing she had expected to witness. Her grandfather was a hero, respected by all. Even the Vio Clan didn't dare to disrespect him directly...

But this... This was something she had never seen before...

"Mortal! According to the laws of the Void Coalition Army, non-immortals with adequate strength are to be conscripted to act as frontline fighters. For the act of attacking the scion of a power of this Star Segment, you could already be sentence to death – I suggest that you come with me before the situation –"

"Didn't you already hear that I'm not in a good mood?"

A surge of qi erupted from Dyon. Before anyone could react, the Tier 3 General's head imploded into a rain of ash and ice.

Elder Vio, who hadn't been far from him, felt his body uncontrollably trembling.

In that small instant of time, Dyon had somehow super-heated the general's brain and supercooled the skull surrounding it. In the end, that caused his brain to violently expand outward while his skull shrunk inward, resulting in his head violently exploding right before all of their eyes.

"... You... do you not understand the consequences of killing a Tier 3 General?!" Elder Vio couldn't help but call out in fear.

"... Do you not understand the consequences of trying to conscript a Golden Leaf Venerable?"

Elder Vio froze. It couldn't be... They had gotten intelligence of a golden leaf venerable representing the Nightwell Clan and had even heard that it was the very mortal that ranked third in the most recent shifting of the certification rankings. But, how could he ever assume that this same boy had such high combat prowess?

'It doesn't matter who you are.. no, it's precisely because you are who you are that you are most certainly the very last person who could afford to do what you just did...'

As though on cue, a strong soul qi surged over the fallen general's corpse.

[Tier 3 General Tovias deceased. Analyzing battle record and awarding merits]

[General in question was not assigned to a battlefield, beginning untimely death protocols. Reason for death found]

The soul qi flashed red, training itself onto Dyon's body.

In that moment, the stiff voice seemed to want to continue speaking, but it paused after the light hit Dyon.

[Target found. Status too high… transferring…]

The lights began to form up, slowly gaining more substance as time passed. By the 3rd second, a robed old man in white robes had manifested to the point it seemed that he was here in physical form.

The old man swept a gaze over his surroundings, seemingly finding it difficult to hide his disdain. However, none of them to say anything … not even Berolt…

The emblem on his lapel was too eye catching… The nine golden leaves of an Alchemy God!

"You are Dyon Sacharro?"

Finally, the eyes of the old man landed on Dyon, piercing through the air as though to put a hole in Dyon's heart.

Dyon silently observed the Alchemy God before him, a look of curiosity on his features. This was a man who stood at the top of the world and who was likely very much used to looking down on all things from above, and maybe rightfully so.

Dyon smirked. "That would be me, in the flesh."

The elder's gaze narrowed. No matter how he imagined this first interaction would go, he could have never predicted Dyon's nonchalance.

"I'm sure you're already aware what I'm here for. The coalition army represents the efforts of the whole of the Immortal Plane. As such, those of high enough standing are afforded certain protections. You've crossed a line."

Weird expressions covered the faces of those around them – though, they did their best to quickly hide them. They didn't have Dyon's ability to remain calm and cool in such a situation, most of them didn't dare even to breathe.

Still, there were multiple weird points in this interaction. For one, they had never heard of a person so powerful speaking so many words to someone so much weaker than them, let alone a mortal. And…

"… Is it common practice for an Immortal God to oversee the wellbeing of an ant like that?" Dyon asked with a hardly hidden smirk.

"Whether it is or not isn't your concern any longer. The coalition army has issued a joint arrest warrant for you. The penalty for killing a Tier 3 General is 3 000 000 years of frontline duty for the Void Coalition Army. Come with me. I'll be taking you to where you'll be serving your time."

"… Oh, interesting. Sorry, but I have no intention of wasting my time for such a reason. I'm sure you can find some more patriotic people to take my place."

The atmosphere seemed to freeze over once more.

An imposing aura blossomed from the Immortal God. At this point, even Berolt fell heavily to his knees, a rain of cold sweat falling from his body in a torrent.

However, just when they expected Dyon to follow suit and collapse, his sneer only deepened.

"Wanting to pressure me with a mere projection? You're overestimating yourself."