Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 43: First1

Dyon glanced at the reddening mountain with a curious gaze. In his current position, he could tell the temperature was even higher than the entrance to the Golden Flame Mystical World. If he approached any closer, it would be higher than any mortal world star. One could only imagine the heat bubbling up within.

“Are you going to lead the way, Spiritual Sage?”

Kywen’s poisonous words interrupted Dyon’s thoughts, causing Crystella to frown.

“You’re not very intelligent, are you?” Dyon sent a sidelong glance toward him.

“What did you just say to me?!”

“My senses are capable of blanketing an entire bubble world, why would it matter which position I enter in? Whether I’m in the front, the back, or thousands of miles from you, it won’t make a difference. If you want to target me, be smarter about it. And here I used to think Immortal Saints were such lofty beings.”

The sudden sound of a snort burying a laugh spread. But when everyone’s head turned in the direction, Crystella had already regained her neutral expression. Everyone suddenly felt that they had imagined the noise entirely.

Kywen’s expression turned steely. He didn’t believe for a moment that Dyon had the backbone to say this normally. To him, he was nothing more than a coward hiding behind a woman. He had no idea that Dyon was completely uncaring about his feelings regardless of whether Crystella was here or not.

While Saru and Lilith were distracted, Dyon put his hands on their shoulders, causing them to disappear into his inner world. They’d probably be mad about it later, but it really was too dangerous for them to be here.

“You… Where…”

With how rare spatial treasures were, how much rarer were spatial treasures that could hold human lives? The longer they spent with Dyon, the more secrets they felt he kept hidden, and the stronger the greed in the eyes of many grew.

“… I’m bored of this look already…” Was Dyon’s only answer.

In a flash of golden light, he was once more wearing a pair of black sweatpants rolled up to his knees. However, he wore nothing else. His bare chest and feet roasted beneath the hot winds.

As expected, no matter how much it stroked his ego to wear something else, he would always default to this level of comfort.

‘… His body is too powerful…’ Crystella’s eyes narrowed.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Without waiting for anyone else, and ignoring the nagging voices of Saru and Lilith sounding in his mind, Chibi launched herself forward, a miniature version of her spirit form standing on Dyon’s shoulder.

“Follow closely if you don’t want to be left behind.”

“Wait! It’s too dangerous.”

Dyon looked back and grinned toward Crystella.

There was something about his confident smile and roguish appearance that made her heart stop for a moment. Just who was this man?

She had seen too many prim and proper men in her life. But one that stripped down to the clothing of a barbarian without a care in the world… This had to be the first.

But how could he be so handsome at the same time?

Realizing the ridiculous path her train of thought was taking, Crystella shook her head furiously, shooting after Dyon without a care for Kywen and Tedric’s gazes.

Dyon appeared at the top of the mountain. As expected, it had no openings. It was precisely due to this build up pressure having nowhere to release itself that the rest of the bubble world had come to suffer.

Obviously, it was too dangerous to puncture a hole into this mountain. And, since this mountain could withstand so much pressure without collapsing or melting, it likely wasn’t possible to puncture a hole to enter it even if he wanted to.

However, Dyon was sure there was a reason those three had chosen to come here instead.

It was just like Dyon to be this reckless. He had taken a dive head first into this situation without having all of the details. However, he was confident that he’d be able to figure it out…

‘Oh, so it’s like that.’

Dyon smirked. historical

Flying up to the side of the mountain, Dyon touched its scorching surface. His soul qi surged as he began to write out a very particular array.

This array was near and dear to his heart. He remembered that it had saved his life multiple times before. In fact, the very first time was against Madeleine’s elder brother, Oliver. The two hadn’t had much of a relationship in recent years, but that was a memory Dyon would never forget.

Though, while this array had saved his life many times, he also had fond memories of it. He had also used it on his and Madeleine’s first date.

Compared to those versions, this version was leagues ahead. However, the flashbacks it brought to Dyon remained, nonetheless.

‘The Spatial Transference Array… I didn’t know I’d still be using you even now…’ 

As Dyon’s array was finishing its construction, those who had lagged behind him were just barely catching up. At the foot of the mountain, the Immortal Saints were trying their best to run up its side without burning themselves to death.

 “I’ll take the lead just as you asked.” Dyon turned back and winked toward Kywen. With that, he vanished, appearing in a world where the only light was the burning hot lava beneath his feet.