The Demon Monarch System

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

Cynthia's gaze chilled a few degrees after saying this.

Truthfully, 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 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 became increasingly salacious as he scanned Cynthia's body. 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 all the torture she wish. This thought even made Krystella lick her lips with a mischievous expression.

Finally, Apollo was being bored by the situation. Though it was interesting in the beginning, he had seen enough.

Apollo stepped towards Cynthia with an indifferent expression and whispered into Cynthia's ear, "Can I borrow your spatial pouch? I'll help you resolve this situation."

Surprised, she turned towards him with an odd expression. 'Resolve this situation? Just what is he thinking to do?' Cynthia thought. Eventually, she voiced the question of her mind. "You don't intend to do something reckless again, do you?"

Apollo gave a faint smile in response while extending his palm. "You'll see. I know how to deal with barking buffoons like these." As Cynthia stared at him in shock, Apollo took the 9 fruits along with her spatial pouch and stepped towards Myrin.

Immediately, Myrin's eyes narrowed. 'He's able to move while under my pressure?'

Apollo glanced at both Myrin and Krystella while stopping roughly 5 meters away. "I'd like to ask. 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-.."

Apollo raised his hand and 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."

After hearing his words thrown back at him so indifferently, Myrin's expression darkened. Still, Apollo's cold smile unsettled the two. Something was off!

Even while standing before him, these two couldn't sense Apollo's aura. On top of that, despite revealing a strength superior to Cynthia, Apollo felt no fear.

After all, why would he? Myrin's aura wasn't as strong as the wyvern. There was also no fluctuation in his aura as he confronted those stronger than him.

'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 Azrael. 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?" Myrin sputtered with widened eyes.

He felt that should be impossible. Based on the information circulating throughout the noble channels, Apollo should be crippled. Yet, the boy standing before them was far from crippled. His power was hidden under a veil that they just couldn't pierce through.

Soon enough, Myrin scoffed. "You jest. How could this be that boy? Did you all empty your family treasury to fix him? I guess that is something the foolish Kaiser's would do. Bankrupt themselves," Myrin sneered.

Still, he scrutinized Apollo's physique down to the tiniest detail.

'Based on my knowledge, this boy should be 14, but I can't tell what realm he's reached. Did he awaken some kind of talent on par with his father's? Furthermore, that aura… seems to possess a concealed murderous vibe. Has he killed before?'

"Are you going to answer, or should I take matters into my own hand? I have no issue ruining everyone's day." Apollo made a small movement, tightening his grip on the Natural Blessings, causing their exterior to swell. Clearly, he was threatening to destroy them!

"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. With the pressure he used, the fruits were on the verge of bursting.

"Look at you now. How the roles have reversed. I bet your leader sent here you with the mission of claiming something like this. If so, if you were to return empty-handed, it'd be a shame, wouldn't it? You may even incur punishment," Apollo said with a playful smirk.

"Fine! Just hand over those Natural Blessings!" Myrin snarled. Apollo's assumption was correct. If he didn't bring back these Natural Blessings, then he would receive punishment.

Apollo didn't immediately give them. First, he raised three fingers and injected a crimson energy into the fruits. On the surface, they looked harmless, but the others sensed something off about them.

"If you retaliate against me, these tendrils will destroy the fruits. Understood?"

"Ruthless… truly fucking nefarious," Myrin muttered with an enraged expression. He was truly thinking of smashing this kid to bits once he received the fruit, but it seemed that was out of the equation.

Apollo's actions handle the situation perfectly, leaving no route for retaliation. Unless Myrin wanted to receive punishment for the family's patriarch.

[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."

Apollo didn't pay him any mind before giving a cold smirk. "I'm getting the feeling that you want to taste a pleasant death early. If so, keep talking and I'll help you out." A distant gleam passed through Apollo's eyes.

Ashur's eyes widened as he wanted to refute Apollo. But, a sense of fear kept his response at bay.

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

"Tch..." Myrin clicked his tongue before snatching the Natural Blessings in Apollo's grasp with a murderous gaze. He didn't appreciate being played by a youth who had yet to taste the pleasures of the opposite sex.

"I will repay this little debacle soon enough," Myrin said before fleeing the area.

Meanwhile, Krystella stared at Apollo with a meaningful gaze as she sucked on her finger excitedly, 'So it IS his son. This is getting interesting. I never got to taste him, so how do you taste?'

Turning around with an accentuated sway of her hips, Krystella followed behind Myrin. Apollo shook his head as he watched this.

'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 me," Cynthia said before planting a warm kiss on Apollo's forehead, which caused him to freeze in place.

Unfamiliar thoughts flowed through his mind as he experienced this odd sensation—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.

"Yeah?" Apollo glanced towards the disappearing figures of Myrin and Krystella with a smirk.

'I don't. If it comes down to it, they'll become additions to achievements,' Apollo thought with a nefarious smirk—one which sent chills down the spine of Aaron and the others.

"Scary..." Aaron muttered right before approaching Apollo. "So, have you made your decision?"