Infinite Evolution System Made Me Too OP!

'But you aren't an ordinary 3rd Generation Knight Apprentice!' The Merchant thought in exasperation. 'An ordinary 3rd Generation Knight Apprentice wouldn't be capable of killing 4th Grade Immortal Kings with a single sword stroke! Hell, even an actual Omega Knight would find themselves hard-pressed to replicate what you had done!!'

The Merchant felt like he was losing more and more of his mind with every fake word spewed out of the crimson devil's mouth.

He just wanted to go home to his wife and retire…

However, with his new temporary job as a 'guide,' his wish was highly unlikely to be fulfilled anytime soon…

His son, Aflon, suddenly took him out of his thoughts as he leaned up off his side of the carriage. "What about your destination, good sir? Why were you heading to the Azureflask Empire?" He asked out of the blue.

Azmodeus looked away from the Merchant and saw the giddish look on the face of his son. "I've been hired for something," he said evenly.

Aflon's eyes shone. "Related to the Omega Dome?" He asked.

Azmodeus nodded his head in confirmation.

"That is so awesome, good sir!" Aflon exclaimed. "I've always wanted to become an Omega Knight Apprentice myself, but my father thinks the dangers are too high," he said dejectedly.

The Merchant's tophat practically flew off his head. "You stupid boy!" He shouted. "The Omega Knight Apprentice Trials are dangerous! I've already told you that the success rate for those who become Knight Apprentices' is less than 1%!"

"Do you have any idea just what a number that low represents!?"

The Merchant was on the verge of erupting in fury.

Aflon lowered his head and looked away from his father. "I know, but I still want to at least try," he murmured under his breath. "You were too much of a coward to even try all those years ago, but I am different."

"What was that, you unfilial boy!? Speak up!"

"Nothing, father!"

From the sidelines, Azmodeus watched the comedic back and forth between father and son. It was almost as if they had practiced their lines for this very moment.

But the location for dropoff had finally arrived, so he was forced to put a stop to their banter.

"The Caravan has touched base with our destination," he said to snap them out of their dialogue. "It's time you make good on your promise and buy all the goods I borrowed."

The Merchant ignored his son and returned to his usual session of profusely sweating. "Right away, good sir!" He shouted respectfully. "Get off the carriage and act as a proper guide assistant, you damn brat," he whispered as he kicked his son in the touche.

Aflon landed on the thick stone pavement outside. "Ow! That hurts, father! What did you do that for??" He shouted while rubbing his sore bum.

"That was what you deserve!" The Merchant shouted back. "Now get to serving the great sir!"

Alfon was aggrieved, but his father's word was final. "Fine… I will do it," he mumbled as he made it around the carriage and opened the door, only to see that the good sir had somehow disappeared!

"Good sir—!"

Tap.

"I'm right here," Azmodeus said as he tapped the anxious man on the shoulder. "If something actually happened to me, then I would be a lot more worried about your safety than mine."

"Y-Yes sir! You are right, sir!" Aflon profusely apologized as he repeatedly bowed.

"That's enough of that," Azmodeus said as he patted his shoulder one more time before walking away and glancing at his map tracker. "It seems like your Store Association is pretty close by."

"Yes, good sir, it is," the Merchant confirmed as he appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.

'His ghastly complexion sure does match how he moves around,' Azmodeus thought in amusement.

"Well, let's get on our way," he said as he followed the constant beeping sounds of the map tracker.

"Of course, good sir!" Aflon and his dad responded in unison as they scuttled beside the aloof, crimson-haired man.

As they traveled through the bustling and lively streets of the Azureflask Empire's extremely vast first layer, a few figures lurked behind them in the shadows.

"Galdor, the owner of the Jade Dragon Store Association, has just returned to the Empire," one of the shadows reported to a floating blue talisman.

"Very well," responded a cold voice from the other end. "Go through with the next part of the plans. And make sure nobody is around when you do it. We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves."

"Understood," the first cloaked shadow said as he cut off the connection and honed his piercing glare on the unknown crimson-haired man leading their targets through the streets.

"Kill that man first," he commanded.

"Affirmative," the other shadowy men responded like robots before all of them vanished from their spots.

Azmodeus briefly shot his icy gaze to where the shadow men just were. 'It seems like a few rabbits believe themselves to be wolves,' he thought in amusement. 'And they're even 2nd Grade and 3rd Grade Immortal Kings, which makes their prey definitely someone worthy of notice.'

His predatory eyes fell upon the slightly corpulent Merchant as he speculated the trouble that he got himself into.

After a few minutes of traveling by foot, Azmodeus played with the storage ring containing all the dead bodies, and as he twisted it around his finger one last time, they had arrived.

The Merchant walked in front of him and stood before the giant silver sign above him.

"This here is my baby!" He said with pride. "The Jade Dragon Store Association!"

"Wow," Azmodeus lightly clapped his hands. "It must've taken you quite a while to amass enough wealth to be able to afford such a place of utmost opulence," he said with a small grin.

It was a grin that the Merchant didn't like a single bit…

"What say we go in and process all these goods? I am sure you will give me the fairest of prices," Azmodeus said in a spine-chilling tone. "Isn't that right, Mr. Big Dog?"

The Merchant's proud expression dropped to the floor as the sunset glow fully put his despair on display.

"...Y-Yes, of course," he mumbled.

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