The man sat by his lonesome with only the wine as his partner. He drank for one month straight and never moved from the chair he was sitting and from time to time he looks at the empty bed on the middle of the room. With one last swallow he had emptied the bottle his left hand was currently holding.
"Come, slaves," the man murmured in a soft voice.
"We are here, master!" the professor and the leader magically came into the room as fast as the eye could blink and kneeled there with head bowed awaiting instructions. The two have gained vast powers that could shake the world and tore the heavens asunder. Widely different from what they were before they met and served the man.
"You did not fail me, slaves," the man said again to the kneeling figures.
The man finally reached his endpoint after a century of uninterrupted travel. Directly in front was a huge gate colored in red as if signifying the bloody road that one would have to take when one passes through the monumental structure.As far as the eyes can see the land was filled with people trying to get inside the gate like an exodus of immigrants leaving the barren home for much greener pastures and improved opportunities.The mass of people cannot be counted but astonishingly the line was very organized and silent with no trouble makers that wish to make even a squeak of sound as the gate has an armored immortal to stand in front.This immortal was as tall as the massive gateway and he stood there with his sword pointed downwards before him like a cane which releases su
The man moved like a tour guide as his steps were on point. He was like a person who has already been here and done all that as the man was merely retracing the steps he had taken many times before. In just a matter of minutes, the three were standing on a magnificent building that serves immortal cuisine.The age of the building only makes it more dignified that makes all diners flabbergasted for the long history of the place. The one who can eat in this establishment is only the best of the best, the richest of the rich, and only the most prestigious among the masses.The personalities that can be served inside not only articulate their material wealth but also augment their status within the community of immortals. The prices of the dishes could be said to be considered in the astronomical even for rich gods and immortals.
Time stayed still for the mademoiselle and after a breath the paid guards of the establishment appeared beside the lady."Are they the culprits behind the deaths of the young handsome immortal and his underlings mademoiselle?" the head of the twenty immortals who came to the rescue asked the mademoiselle."I think so. I don't know," the mademoiselle answered still shell shocked."Leave this to us mademoiselle. We will apprehend them with extreme prejudice," the head said. The group of immortals arranged into a formation, planning to contain the three that were still sitting on the table while waiting for their orders to come.Pillars surrounded the trio and dazzling lights continued to pour from the twenty member team into t
"That would be the Lawlet clan, my lord. They own the tallest building in this city," the mademoiselle's father answered."I will be back owner. Accommodate my servant well," the man said as he settled the necessary arrangements before he went on a short trip."You can rest assured, my lord!" the mademoiselle's father promised to the man. The man then decided to walk and went down the stairs. When he reached the exit doors there were a lot of people waiting to give him a farewell party."Were you the one who killed my son, the young handsome immortal?" a middle aged man in appearance asked the man as he entered the platform in front of the group that confronted him."I am," the man said casually.
The man flew and released rapid punches towards the direction of Zandros. His speed was so fast that even the air he passed by would crackle to make way for the unswerving tornado he created. Zandros' youth like thin form belied the immeasurable strength he possessed as he revealed his divine weapon of choice which was the spear.This divine spear like the owner looked quite ordinary and weak but the divinity within the weapon outflows the unmistakable stench of blood that harvested lives of trillions of gods and immortals, even divine beasts. After the short exchange, drippings of blood could be heard splattering into the desolated land below.The man's hands were wounded as how can a mere body withstood against a divine weapon in the hands of a peak immortal expert. The man can undoubtedly squeeze the life out of other immortals
The man looked around the carnage he had brought. The immortal city was no more; only death resides within its walls. The man was glad at his masterpiece and left a joyful whistling tone in the wake of his departure. He went to the place where the tall building of the Lawlet clan once stood.He raised his left hand and opened a secret dimensional territory within that contains the treasure house of the clan. The man passed through the barrier and as far as he can see, immortal stones piled up in mountains and myriad cultivation resources uniformly categorized in batches.On one side, divine armors and weapons are displayed in all its dazzling magnificence. The man was pleased as he snatched his harvest in full while the soul of Zandros was howling in anguish even after the soul searching was done.
"Enjoy your meal my lord," the sexy woman said as the first of the orders that got done were delivered for the man's initial taste. Without further ado the three travelers started to feast on the enchanting sumptuous repast.The mother and her daughter thought that they would already be used to the magical sophisticated palates of the immortal food but they were proven wrong as they got bewitched once more into the collection of heavenly flavors and aromas.The delicacies lined up as time goes by and were gobbled by the company of adventurous hero and a pair of heroines. They were mostly finished and the man was now basking on the sweetness of the big bottled wine he was currently holding when an unanticipated visitor graced them with his attendance.He was a tall man, about te
"I now own this place. Those who want to leave can go freely. Those who stay will be of my employ," the man let the remaining population choose as they were unimportant and replaceable ones, he did not care much. Some left and others stayed.Most did not go because finding work in this world is hard. If one was lucky their master would just fuck them to taste what has not been tasted and be forgotten after the flavor has been taken.But if one was unlucky, one would be experimented on by sadistic masters and inflict pain on them through unthinkable extents being applied by innumerable ways just to pass the time with. The servants would even be mutilated just for their master's fun of having unusually maimed servants.It's one of the perks of the job. Either of the two outcomes,