I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

Just as the trio was about to enter the spaceship, they were interrupted by a wolf-man. 

"Princess Rira, Princess Riri. Are you both planning on leaving this settlement with the Lord?" the wolf-man asked with concern.

The group of three turned around before Fenrira responded with a slight frown, "That's right. Is there a problem?" 

"If you both leave, who will help us communicate with the five humans in this settlement?" the wolf-man asked before adding, "But more importantly, Lord Bahram's strength has reached a terrifying level since arriving in this world… I'm afraid that…"

"Afraid that we can't defeat him?" Fenrira interjected before asking calmly, "Do you think my uncle is strong than my master?" 

"Well… To be honest, not at all," the wolf-man answered before added wryly, "I just thought that it was best to warn Princess Rira of the danger. After all, Princess Rira and Princess Riri are not strong like the Lord."

"Well, thank you for the concern, but it won't be necessary. I trust Master will keep us safe," Fenrira stated confidently. 

In the face of that heaven-piercing aura she saw, everything else was insignificant. That was not a power anyone can contend with. 

"As for the five humans, you do not need to communicate until we get back. They have also subordinated themselves to Master. Thus, you best inform everyone and have them aware not to bring any harm to the five humans," Fenrira said. 

"Understood, Princess Rira."

The wolf-man complied with a bow and stepped back, no longer delaying their trip to the next settlement. 

Not long after, the spaceship took off.

Nevertheless, Albion's interest remained piqued by Fenrira's short exchange with the wolf-men as they were on their way to Stronghold 02.

However, he quickly smiled wryly after Fenriri and Fenrira's pitiful state as they laid incapacitated on the ground due to motion sickness.

"Master… Help me…."

"Wuwu… Fenriri forgot about this accursed thing…"

Shortly after he started regulating their bodies with innate energy, Albion inquired with curiosity, "Speaking of your uncle's level of strength, what are the cultivation classifications in the Iceborn Wolf Tribe?"

"What was your uncle's level before crossing over to this world?"

"Master, it's not just our Iceborn Wolf Tribe, but the entire world that follows a universally accepted classification of cultivation—at least, that is what I am aware of," Fenrira stated. 

"Our world's cultivation system has seven realms. Starting from the bottom to highest, they are Aura Master, Aura Grandmaster, Aura Lord, Aura King, Aura Emperor, Aura Ancestor, and Aura God. Each realm is further divided into sub-stages of Early, Middle, Late, and Peak," 

Shortly after Fenrira explained, she added, "Our uncle was a Late-stage Aura King." 

"Late-stage Aura King, huh?" Albion muttered thoughtfully. 

Shortly after Albion inquired further, he figured that a Late-stage Aura King was, more or less, comparable to a Late-stage Spirit Refinement Realm cultivator.

It must be noted that the four Horsemen were only in the Mid-stage Spirit Refinement Realm.

Without the advantage of the hunter leveling system that boosts one's overall physical attributes, Lord Bahram's cultivation was stronger than the four Horsemen.

Considering only a minority of Hunters are in the Innate Realm, let alone the Spirit Refinement Realm, it was not surprising that the Glacia continent fell so quickly to the beastmen.

"Going by this classification, it would mean that you are a Late-stage Aura Lord while Fenriri is an Early-stage Aura Lord," Albion casually commented with a glance.

However, his casual comment quickly stunned Fenrira. 

"Yes, Master. You've guessed correctly," Fenrira nodded before asking curiously, "But how did you know? Do you have a special method to accurately gauge our cultivation levels?"

"Kukuku, I'm glad you asked," Albion chuckled softly in a wicked manner before covering one of his eyes and said boastfully, "It's because I possess the Tyrant's Eye of Truth!"

"…"

Fenrira and Fenriri stared dumbly as if waiting for Albion to explain what that was. They have never heard of such a thing. 

It was so awkwardly silent that Albion thought he could hear the imaginary crows cawing in the skies.

"Tyrant's Eye of Truth? What is that?" Fenriri asked curiously before saying, "You're acting weird, Master."

Puchi!

Albion staggered backward as if he had taken critical damage from the mental blow. And as if it was not enough, Goldfinger gave him another mental blow by making a suggestion.

<Would you like to change the name of the skill [Eye of Ashura] to [Tyrant's Eye of Truth]?>

<Please confirm. Y / N>

'No!' 

Albion responded strongly.

Of all the animes he watched, he just had to go ahead and make a reference on the eyepatch girl with the eighth-grade syndrome.

He was definitely shooting himself in the foot with the cringe level. 

Sometime later, Albion recovered before he replied with a dry cough, "Ahem, forget about it. Let's just say that I have very sharp senses due to my high cultivation level, which allows me to gauge your cultivation levels accurately." 

"I see…" Fenriri uttered before her eyes suddenly lit up with a question, "What about Master's cultivation level?"

"Mine? Why not take a guess?" Albion smiled. 

"Aura God!"

"Aura God!" 

Fenriri and Fenrira immediately answered. 

They have never seen an Aura Ancestor before, but they felt that Albion's heaven-piercing aura was beyond that.

"Bingo! You've both guessed correctly," Albion congratulated with a smile before he teased them with amusement, "There's no prize, though."

Nevertheless, it did not make them any less excited after hearing his confirmation as their eyes lit up brightly. 

"Fenriri knew it!" Fenriri exclaimed. 

Her master was a living god! A true living god walking among them, and as their master, no less! What an honor!

However, the wolf-girls' excitement ended abruptly as they eventually arrived at Stronghold 02, where the sounds of ongoing battle could be heard.

…

Damocles, First Ring

Meanwhile, numerous guests and families of high statuses began gathering at a spacious venue on the first ring to socialize early as the hour hand inches ever closer to the scheduled time of the welcoming banquet.

At that moment, Emperor Polemos was still found within the control center, checking the time regularly. 

"Your Majesty, It's almost time to being the welcoming banquet," a subordinate informed. 

"I know, but the Lord has not returned yet," Polemos furrowed his brows and said, "It's not appropriate to start the Lord's welcoming banquet without the Lord."

"But there is still no news of the Lord returning from Earth. Is there....any chance that the Lord has completely forgotten about the banquet, Your Majesty?" The subordinate asked carefully with doubt before Polemos's expression suddenly froze.