Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Of course, his normal personality would have him radiating out killing intent by now. Even if Mimi was just a puppet, she was his to-be wife in this fictitious world. Those who dared to have designs on his women could forget about continuing to live in this world.

Unfortunately, Dyon had no choice but to temper down his true feelings at this point. Though he could have made Mimi fall for him with his usual personality, his calculations made him certain that it would take about double the time. Mimi was partial to scholarly and calm men, and Dyon wasn't either of these things. So, for the sake of his plans, he had to change himself a bit.

Of course, if those Clans still cto find trouble for him, he wouldn't mind putting on a show of strength. When a person fell in love, it was very easy for them to overlook what they would have seen as a flaw in the past, all people were like this. So, even if he showed his more murderous side now, Mimi would be more accepting of it.

That said, Dyon also had to consider that Mimi was a puppet and not a true human. Humans might have contradictory feelings like this, but puppets didn't have this layer of complexity. So, if he was reckless, she really might fall out of love with him.

The old scrooge sighed. "Fine, fine. You and my daughter are two stubborn peas in a pod. I can't change the minds of either one of you."

Dyon's lip twitched. 'We're not the ones with a nicknlike old scrooge.' He thought to himself.

**

Just like this, Dyon found a place for himself in all four factions and the legend of four youths began to spread throughout Yin City.

There was Law, the intellectual junior prminister who took the government faction by storm. It was said that under the joint pressure of three dukedoms, he used nothing but his schemes to cripple them and raise two marquisates to their level.

He exposed the Arte Dukedom's connections with the underground world, using the laws of Yin City to bury them beneath sanctions and imprison sof their most senior members.

Taking advantage of their fall and through the use of accumulated merits, he ascended from the lower courts to the higher courts. However, the pressure he received there was many times greater, but his schemes somehow also beca level greater as well.

Grasping onto the weakness of the Jones Dukedom Patriarch's bastard child, he forced them to stab the Fera Dukedom in the back. On that day, the Jones Dukedom executed a timely retreat, causing the Fera Dukedom's flank to be vulnerable. That battle led to the Fera Dukedom's three core talents, crippling their current generation.

The actions of the Jones Dukedom were exposed by the harsh words of a Devil Clan youth by the nof Surfer. His cackling laughter rained down like claps of thunder as he humiliated Yin City for actually backstabbing each other in the midst of a war.

Just like this, the Jones' Dukedom fell under the combined assault of numerous noble clans who found their actions intolerable. If it wasn't for the actions of the young junior prminister, their Clan would have ceased to be entirely.

As a result, Dyon becknown for his benevolence and the talks of how he might have colluded with the devils slowly faded…

However, this was just the story of Law the junior prminister – a rank only inferior to the City Lord and the PrMinister. There was still the story of Death, the underground world's Reaper. Spear, the military faction's youngest General. And Benevolence, the religious faction's youngest Bishop.

The names of these four youths clapped like thunder, and it took just 5 years before they were practically unmatched in their respective factions.

But who knew that Law would so suddenly be thrown into jail when he was just about to ascend to heights yet unseen…

**

"Haven't you been very bold over the last few years, why is it that you're not saying anything now?"

A middle aged man stood in a dark dungeon with a savage expression on his face. He grabbed the bars like a madman, spittle flying from his lips as though he really had lost his mind. But, the most shocking part was that he wasn't behind the bars, but rather before them. He was acting like this but he wasn't even the one being imprisoned.

Behind the bars, a young man sat on the dirty, sewage filled floors with an expressionless visage. His white robes were dirtied, his long black hair was filled with dust, and his handsface was partially obscured beneath grime. However, his back was just as straight as it had been the first day he was thrown in here.

He gazed without a single emotional fluctuation as he stared at the man who had clearly lost his mind.

This middle aged man was the patriarch of the Jones clan and the young man was, of course, Law.

It could be said that the Jones dukedom had suffered the most at the hands of Law. Others didn't know, but this man definitely knew what kind of venomous, scheming character this usually amiable young man had. With just a few moves, he had completely crippled the Jones Clan which had stood for thousands of years.

Of course, though this man was gloating now, he knew that the Jones clan was forever finished. Even if the truth about what happened that day cout, it simply wouldn't matter. This was the cruelty of the world of nobles.

After the Jones dukedom had been crippled to such an extent, it allowed many other families to swarm upward and occupy strengths they once possessed. Would those families give back the things that they had already swallowed? Of course not.

This meant that no matter what happened to Law, the Jones Clan was finished. Not just them, but the Arte and Fera Clans were finished as well. To say that they had a bone deep hatred toward Law was the understatement of ages.