The Demon Monarch System

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"Hmph. First of all, your audacity baffles me. Second of all, do you not see the kids in my presence and you dare speak this drivel? I would never think to do such a thing and lastly, do you believe I'll concede to you on such a level? You're already receiving rewards without presenting any help to the defeat of the beast." ​​

Cynthia's gaze chilled a few degrees. Myrin was now being unreasonable. Not only did he disrespect her in front of her family, but he also had the gall to demand all of the items gained from their treacherous triumphs.

"Tch, your words are meaningless to me; they will experience the boorish ways of this world soon enough. Why shelter them from the inevitable? In this dog eat dog world, either you claim what you seek or you fall short and as it is now, I seek a beautiful woman," Myrin smirked, his gaze becoming increasingly salacious. Surprisingly, Krystella was unperturbed by the fact he fancied Cynthia. In fact, she took pleasure in this.

If they could get her to enter their house, she could subject her to the cruelest of tortures. As a result, she began licking her lips with a lustful expression in her eyes. Taking note of this, Apollo's frown deepened as he took a step forward.

Leaning the side, Apollo whispered into Cynthia's ear, "Aunty are you okay? Do you share history with these two? I don't like how they're disrespecting you. May I borrow your spatial pouch?"

Surprised, she turned towards him with an odd expression, manipulated the Natural Essence, she concealed her voice, "What do you intend to do? I can tell from your earlier actions it must be something reckless."

In response, Apollo only gave a soft chuckle, "You'll see. I know how to deal with barking buffoons like these." Taking the 9 fruits from her grasp, he also took her spatial pouch.

Walking before her, Apollo glanced at both Myrin and Krystella, "I have a question since you like mouthing off to my aunt, would you rather walk away with what you can get or empty-handed?"

"Who is this lad? Grown-ups are talking. I'm not conversing with some lad still wet behind the ear-.."

Interjecting, Apollo interrupted Myrin in a calm tone, "Answer the question. If you don't, I don't mind taking matters into my own hands. After all, in this dog eat dog world, either you claim what you seek or you fall short and as it is now I seek to cause strife."

His cold smile unsettled the two. Something was off! Not only did he return Myrin's words back at him, but there was also no fluctuation in his aura as he confronted those stronger than him. He felt no fear! His unyielding eyes caused them to momentarily waver.

'This twerp….' Myrin's discontent deepened before replying, "Whose child are you? Why do you look familiar?"

"Oh, you can't tell? His father's title was Abaddon. You should be familiar with that name," Cynthia chuckled as she recalled the history behind Apollo's father and Myrin.

"WHAT?! This is his son? That should be impossible. Based on the information circulating throughout the noble channels, he should be crippled. This one here is obviously a Rank 9 Mortal. You jest. How could he resolve his cripple body? Did you all empty your family treasury doing so? Even then, it doesn't seem worth it," Myrin began scrutinizing Apollo's physique down to the tiniest detail.

'Based on my knowledge, this boy should be 14. He should have entered the Zul Warrior Realm last year. His father did so by 11. This means his talent is sub-par. Then where does he get such confidence? Furthermore, that aura… it seems to possess a tinge of murderous intent. Has he killed before?'

"Will you be answering my question or shall I take matters into my own hands? I hold no qualms ruining everyone's day," Apollo made a small movement, tightening his grasp on the Natural Blessings threatening to destroy them then and there!

"Madman! You're definitely his fucking son. Only he was this crazy. This is lunacy. Only a lunatic could give birth to such a progeny. CEASE YOUR ACTIONS!" the veins in Myrin's neck strained as he witnessed Apollo continuing his actions. The fruits were on the verge of bursting. If so, what would keep him from doing the same with the rest of these items?!

"Look at you now, in the reverse position. I bet you were sent here by your Patriarch with the mission of claiming something like this. If so, if you were to return empty-handed, it'd be a shame. Not only so, but you're also most likely be subject to punishment. Hence, I suggest you take what you can get and disappear from our sights. Of course, you can try and retaliate after receiving them but…"

Raising three fingers, numerous tendrils appeared from them and shot into the fruits. On the surface, they looked harmless but the others sensed something off about them, "If we are to be harmed, these tendrils will break apart and mutilate these fruits. Now, you wouldn't want that would you?"

"Ruthless… truly fucking nefarious," muttered Myrin, his gaze never leaving Apollo. His ways, they left no route for escape. It was either his way or the highway. His manipulation of the situation was sublime. However, what boggled them was how did he have such control over his over essence?

Of course, this wasn't his doing but Azridan's small interference.

[Sublime, this was a dastardly plan! He's unable to do anything. He's been checkmated. You've effectively sealed all of his routes of counterattack. Maniacal! Ingenious! Show me more scenes like this.]

Meanwhile, Ashur frowned, "Why don't you offer your share as well since you want to give up our spoils."

Sparing him a passing glance, Apollo chuckled, "Those with one foot in death's embrace shouldn't speak so easily. Lest they are unable to comprehend how their tongue gave birth to their end." A cold gleam passed through Apollo's eyes. At every turn, Ashur seemed to have it out for him. If that was the case, matters would have to be dealt with.

"So...what do you choose?" Apollo asked once more.

"Tch...give me those damned things," Myrin approached Apollo snatching the Natural Blessings but not before giving him a murderous gaze. He didn't appreciate being played by a youth who had yet to taste the pleasures of the opposite sex.

"One day I will repay this little debacle," leaving that message, Myrin fled the area. Meanwhile, Krystella stared at Apollo with a meaningful gaze sucking her finger, 'So it IS his son. This is getting interesting. I never got to taste him, so how do you taste?'

Turning around with a sway of her hips, Kyrstella followed along. They had lost to the madman hidden within the youths. Passing her spatial pouch back to her, Apollo chuckled and shook his head.

'People are comical beings susceptible to fickle minds. Playing on their desire and fears you can virtually manipulate them all.'

"What a mischievous little fellow you are. However, I appreciate you sticking up for aunty," Cynthia planted a warm kiss on Apollo's forehead causing him to be stricken with odd thoughts. It was an unfamiliar feeling—being shown such genuine familial love.

"But you should be more careful in the future, the Shaanti are a group of vengeful buffoons. Who knows how they'll retaliate. I fear for your safety," Cynthia frowned as she placed her palm on Apollo's cheek with a worrisome gaze.

'Hoh?' Apollo glanced towards the disappearing figures of Myrin and Krystella, 'I don't. If it comes down to it, they'll become additions to achievements,' Apollo smirked—a malevolent one which sent chills down the spine of Aaron and the others.

"Wow… Apollo. I think I just found my new role model—you," Aaron approached Apollo shaking off that feeling with a cheeky grin as he placed his hand on Apollo's shoulder.

"Hmm, I think I've made my decision," Apollo glanced at Ashur and Axel with a seemingly innocent smile. However, his next words delighted some and appalled others.