The Demon Monarch System

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Unfortunately, this thought didn't fit this script for long; the timer on the room blared continuously. That marked the end of his usage, a shockwave originating from the innermost wall of the room pushed him into the corridor, ejecting Apollo from the room without his consent. Thus, his state was disrupted.

Although frustration stemming from this issue arose within him, Apollo quelled it this time, the scene from before nowhere to be seen. However, at his appearance, murmurs began to sound within the corridor of this pavilion-like Inn.

"Why are you so dirty...just how high did you set your settings in that room? What a madman." asked a questioning voice, prompting Apollo to turn around. Surprisingly, Sapphyr was standing behind him.

Naturally, this wasn't coincidental, Xezym had called her here. With her arrival, he appeared from Apollo's shadow, showcasing his features. While his stature was thin, a deadly aura remained around his matured countenance. However, only his cheeks and below could be seen as the rest was hidden by a cloak sewn from shadow itself.

"So, I was right. You are well versed in both the Dark and Fire Elements but to my understanding, they're irregular. May I know your background, Apollo?" Sapphyr said, offering a slight smile.

Contrary to her expectations, Apollo didn't answer but squinted, examining her thoroughly, 'So she WAS the one spying on me and that thing behind her was what Ouroboros and I sensed. Fascinating, so that's what a Spirit looks like. I wonder how strong it is.

"Ahem, care to answer?" Sapphyr repeated, snapping her fingers to grasp Apollo's attention.

"How do you know my name, and why was I singled out? I'm sure you don't know the names of every individual here," Apollo responded, scrutinizing her appearance. In the event of the slightest lie, he would be able to sense it.

"That's true but as I told you before, you're an intriguing little boy, thus, gaining my interest. It's just a shame, if you were purely Dark I would have snatched you into my class but you just had to possess Fire. That means I'd have to butt head with that insufferable fool," Sapphyr sighed ruefully, recalling a certain person's headstrong attitude.

"I told you my background and if you know my name, then you should also know my story. There's nothing else for me to disclose, that'd be a silly move on my part," Apollo retorted, shaking his head. In this matter, his lips were sealed. Disclosing that information would be borderline breaching the boundaries of his secrets.

Not to mention, he wasn't sure if he was even able to do so. Typically, with items not belongings to worlds, they would also possess safety measures to secure their existence. Which, in contrast, meant dealing something untoward the one who sought to jeopardize their safety. This was true even if unintentional.

While Apollo wasn't aware of this fact, his speculation drew an answer close to this line. This was due to the punishment he suffered at the faintest mention of a "god". Meaning, under no circumstances would he disclose the existence of his system. 

"Mm, I guess so. We all have matters that we don't wish to disclose. Nevertheless, as an Administrator, there are things I'm privy to that others aren't. For example, you nearly destroyed that Lesser Cultivation Room. Furthermore, the settings you used rivaled that of a Zul Warrior preparing to breakthrough into the next realm," Sapphyr chuckled, leaning next to Apollo's ear. 

Without pause, she continued, "This leads me to believe your body is stronger than you let on. The energy that surrounds you is something that shouldn't appear within these lower families. I advise you to keep this under wraps."

Hearing this information, Apollo's eyes widened in shock not because of her revealing what she knew but rather his own capabilities. 'Could it be that thin film augmented my aura further than I assumed? I thought it was an anomaly but it seems even worse than I previously thought.'

Apollo turned his head to the side, locking sights with Sapphyr, "This is the technique I use. Besides this, there is nothing else for me to use. If someone is to covet it, they'll never be able to use it." 

At the end of his words, Apollo's lips formed a dark smile. Those Demonic Techniques couldn't be used without a specific state—being a demon. Not only would initializing the technique be impossible, but trying to force it would prove to be fatal. 

"Just take it as a warning. Don't see me as a hostile person. On the contrary, you should see me as someone looking out for you. You, who are young, have yet to understand the immensity of the schemes Supreme and Great Families employ," Sapphyr warned in a solemn tone.

"You speak as if you originate from one and have experienced this firsthand," Apollo replied succinctly, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at her. Albeit faint, he swore he caught wind of a faltering in her cold atmosphere.

"That doesn't concern you but you've hit the nail on the head. I do indeed hail from a Supreme Family," Sapphyr admitted, garnering Apollo's faint surprise.

'This means her background is among the top of the world but…' Apollo mused over her words for a moment before offering his own opinion, "Why does your tone carry a trace of heavy heartedness? Such a background should be something you take pride in."

It had to be known, in this world, the Supreme Families were those who, after much trampling, had climbed to the three current pinnacles of the world. Their reputations were pristine in that they invoked substantial emotions of fear.

Yet, none of them truly obtained the peak of the world. If that was so, how could the restrictions of the Central District of Pangea Island prohibit them from entering. Thus, while they seemed to be omnipotent on the surface, they weren't the true overlords of this world. It just seemed the overlord was no longer interested in the world or here at all for that matter.

"That would be true if I was what is dubbed as a Scion. Unfortunately, that isn't the case. The inner workings of a Supreme Family are even more treacherous than the way they treat the outside world. Hmm...I don't understand why I'm telling you this. You're a child, what help does this bring?" Sapphyr muttered, her eyes glancing towards the closing Lesser Room door.

Numerous cracks, burn marks and even dents remained inside the room. It appalled her to see such a scene, 'It seems Xezym's words were correct, his strength is aberrant. Despite this being a Lesser Cultivation Room, it still possesses a layer of defensive measure around it, how did he accomplish this?"

"Ahem...while talking to you is opening my eyes to illusory matters of this world, idling here reduces my chances at breaking through. While others are making advancements, I'm here talking," Apollo frowned, showing his displeasure with Sapphyr occupying his time.

As it was now, he could still feel the remnant comprehensions he made in his techniques. He wished to strike the iron while it was hot because the sensation was fading with each passing moment!

"This is my fault, so allow me to help you out," Sapphy muttered before continuing, "However, this doesn't come without you owing me a favor as well because what I'm about to do will help you more than you understand."

Intrigued, Apollo rose his eyebrows. "What is it? Will you allow me to train with that Spirit of yours?" Apollo questioned, peering in Xezym's direction. While his aura was restrained, Apollo was sure this Spirit's cultivation base was something that would leave him astounded.

Hence, if he could spar with it, it would allow him to understand the disparity between humans and spirit. Nevertheless, this was an opportunity that didn't come easy.

"What? No, I can't allow that. Not only is he a Spirit Lord, but a Spirit's body is also incomparable to a human. Unless you possess a Body Cultivation half a realm above them, it isn't recommended for you to confront one," Sapphyr refused. 

Instead, Sapphyr held out her dainty hand, "I'll help you in another way."