System: Replicating The Heavens

Alex silently poured another cup of wine into his own cup. Without any hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp, making a hissing sound in his mouth.

The terrifying burning energy wreaked havoc in his body, causing Alex's two forces to boil once again. Alex really enjoyed this feeling.

"Comfortable."

Alex spat out a mouthful of red-hot energy. He enjoyed the feeling of this power flowing through his body, allowing him to truly experience it.

Olav was speechless as he watched Alex's actions. This guy was indeed not an ordinary person.

Alex glanced at the jade cup. There was no more wine, so he picked up the wine pot. Under Olav's stunned gaze, he poured all the wine into his mouth.

"Gulp!"

Alex's throat moved, and in an instant, it was completely red. When Alex put down the wine pot, his face, and ears, as well as his neck, were all completely red.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Energy in his body was completely boiling. They were circulating crazily, as if they wanted to burn Alex's body.

"Good!"

Alex spat out a word from his mouth. Olav, who was sitting opposite him, felt a burning smell of alcohol rushing toward him. It was so hot that even blowing it on his face hurt a little.

"This... Is he a lunatic?"

Olav was speechless, and the people in the restaurant on this floor were all stunned. This guy was so crazy.

The two people who insulted Alex just now by calling him an idiot looked at each other and buried their heads there. They did not dare to let out another fart. If they drank like Alex, the blood in their veins would not be able to withstand it, but Alex enjoyed it. This undoubtedly proved that Alex's strength and cultivation were much more terrifying than theirs.

They both stood up quietly and tried to leave the restaurant. The footsteps were light and did not alarm anyone.

"Alex, let's go to the Eighth Floor. Only there will be real wine."

Olav smiled at Alex. Alex glanced at him. Only people at the Divine Lord Stage could enter the Eighth Floor of the Star Heart Restaurant. His current cultivation was enough to get him an entry, but he was not showing his cultivation to anyone. He knew if he goes like this, it will definitely cause small trouble. But when he thought that Olav is the young master of the Lightfoot Family and this restaurant is under Lightfoot Family's control, he guessed that Olav might be able to get him entry to the Eighth Floor without needing to show his true cultivation.

"Although the Star Heart Restaurant is under Lightfoot Family's control, my own status in the family is at the bottom after the departure of my father. So, let me warn you before. We can go up to the Seventh Floor easily, but if you are thinking that I can bring you to the Eighth Floor as well, then you are wrong. Even I have never gone up to the Eighth Floor."

"There are only two ways to go to the Eighth Floor of the restaurant. First, you need to satisfy the condition by having the required cultivation base. Second, as long as you can get past the guards at the entrance of the eighth floor, you will be able to enter as well."

Olav smiled helplessly and explained to Alex. There was a reason why he brought Alex to the Star Heart Restaurant out of all places. It is because he wanted to know why Alex interfered and helped him out of that perilous situation. Also, he could not see through Alex's strength. But the power he displayed in the battle was monstrous. He wanted to test if Alex is already a Divine Lord or not.

"Let's go."

Olav shouted. Alex stood up and walked towards the stairs of the restaurant, following behind Olav.

Just as the two of them passed the sixth floor and arrived at the seventh floor... "Stop", a shout came out from the void, and Alex, who was behind, saw a figure chasing after Olav, causing Alex's gaze to focus.

Taking a step forward, Alex chased in that direction and quickly disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

At the stairs of the restaurant, figures were flashing crazily. Olav did not stop after passing the stairs to the seventh floor and continued to rush upward. Immediately, another guard rushed out, but he was still slipped past by Olav.

"Alex, hurry."

Olav shouted and stepped onto the stairs leading to the Eighth Floor. However, this time, he did not slip past and was stopped on the stairs.

On the stairs that Olav stepped onto, there stood an old man. That was the guard that led to the last level, and on the other side of Olav, there were also two figures, respectively the guards who were chasing after Olav. The way they looked at Olav was a bit unfriendly.

"Get back here."

The guard shouted angrily as he struck out with his palm, sending a tyrannical force directly onto Olav's body.

It has to be known that Olav is a direct descendant of the Lightfoot Family. Moreover, his father used to be the Leader of the Family. But these guards actually attacked Olav, as if Olav was nothing but a slave.

Olav's figure retreated, but he was still hit by palm strength. With a muffled groan, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The guard on the Eighth Floor were all at the Extreme Level of the Holy Lord Stage.

"Where did this brat come from? How dare he trespass into the Eighth Floor?"

The man's voice was cold as he approached Olav. He pretended to not recognize Olav at all. The other two also walked toward Olav and surrounded him.

"You...?"

Olav glared at the guards with hatred in his eyes.

Alex saw everything happening. He knew that these guards were actually pretending to be ignorant about Olav's identity and status. So, he planned to interfere and teach these guards a good lesson.

Hearing someone's footsteps, the three guards turned their gazes towards Alex, who was walking up the stairs, and their gazes focused slightly.

"Brat, you are not qualified to enter the Eighth Floor. Go back!"

The old guard shouted, causing Alex's eyes to focus. He could see the disdain on the old guard and other guards' faces.

Seeing that Alex was not buzzing, instead, he continued to step forward, and the old guard frowned.

"Since you don't know when to retreat, I will deal with you first before taking care of this trash. The Eighth Floor of Star Heart Restaurant is not a place trashes like you two people can barge into as you wish."

The old guard shouted coldly at Alex and said that he will first deal with Olav before taking care of him. And then his gaze fell on Olav's body. His body trembled slightly, and the wind from his palm rushed towards Olav.

"Scram down." The old man scolded Olav. Just as his palm wind was about to touch Olav, Olav actually didn't even look at his palm. Instead, he closed his eyes as if he was waiting for death.

"You're really going too far."

Alex said coldly. With a flash, Alex's appeared right in front of Olav.

"Stop right there."

When the other two guards saw Alex's figure, they came over and shouted angrily. They released their strength and pounced toward Alex, directly attacking him.

"Get lost!" An angry shout sounded and a terrifying wind roared out. Killing intent enveloped the two of them, causing their bodies to stiffen and their faces to change.

So strong, the killing intent enveloping their bodies was so terrifying.

"Buzz!"

A strong gust of wind passed between them, causing the two of them to be stunned. Alex passed by them, but they did not react at all.

"Boom!"

A light buzzing sound rang out, and the two of them suddenly turned around. Immediately after, they saw the fist of the old guard being grabbed by Alex's palm, and stopped one step away from Olav's body, not moving at all. Only a strong wind blew past, blowing up Olav's long hair.

The old guard's gaze froze, staring at the hand that gripped his fist.

The young man in front of him had used his palm to grab his fist. How could this be?

As if he still did not believe it, the old guard shouted again, and a violent spirit energy crazily poured out, with strong wind continuously wreaking havoc on his fist.

Alex's eyes contained a trace of coldness as he scolded: "Scram."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying force appeared in his hand. With a cracking sound, the old guard felt as if the bones in his fist were going to break. The terrifying force landed on his body, and it was unstoppable. His body was sent flying backward and he crashed into the wall.