Chapter 1118: Even You

Understanding dawned in Greed's mind. Dragon had deliberately stepped into its domain, placing himself under its prying eyes. His deep bond with War Tiger would have made him perfect prey for a takeover.

However, Greed could not occupy Dragon’s fate, so the backlash hit it.

The corpse fell silent. Instead, Greed's cold, insidious voice rippled outward: “I foresaw complications and prepared countermeasures for the Divine Scion. But it turned out to be you who introduced a variable.”

“Surprised?” Dragon smiled, speaking with a self-deprecating tone. “True, it’s been too long since I made an appearance. You must have almost forgotten about me.”

“How could I forget the man with the serial number one Talent?” Greed said. “I simply didn’t expect you to make an appearance so soon.”

“I would like to sleep a little longer, but someone’s opening up my coffin.”

War Tiger felt that like a personal attack.

“Hahaha!” Mark, who had been spectating from the sideline, couldn’t resist joining the fun. He made a powerful leap to Greed’s side. “We can’t touch the Divine Scion, Greed, but I can go after this one, right?”

“He can’t create an Overlord domain while Wang Shu’s present,” Greed said icily. “You’re welcome to try.”

“Don’t touch him!” said a woman’s voice. Then a blob of blood shot out of the ground and turned into human form. Lust, Zhou Jing, emerged beside Mark. Her glinting eyes fixed on Dragon, she exclaimed in excitement, “This man is mine! None of you are taking him from me!”

“Pick someone else,” Mark snarled.

“No, he’s different. He’s perfect! The pinnacle of yin and yang. He’s going to give me the greatest pleasure!” Zhou Jing said with violent tremor. “I want him, I want him... We’ll melt into nothingness together under the grace of the maker...”

“Hmph, willingly giving your life for a man?” Mark huffed, turning to Gluttony. “Will you do the same?”

“Haha, he does seem tasty,” Liu Tao said easily. “But I won’t fight you for him. If possible, do leave an intact body so that I can have a taste, but it’ll be fine if it isn’t.”

“Good!” Mark challenged Zhou Jing. “Lust, we’ll see which of us get to kill him.”

“Fine!” Zhou Jing’s eyes hadn’t shifted away from Dragon for a second. “For fairness’ sake, I’ll count down from three.”

“No problem,” Mark said with a grin.

“Three—”

They vanished at the same time.

...

Thirty seconds ago.

Dragon broke into an incredulous smile as the death monsters discussed him. He turned to War Tiger, facing away from the death monsters. “Am I being underestimated?”

“This happens to even you! Serves you right!” War Tiger, covered in blood, took an almost empty pack and a lighter from his pocket with his only hand, lighting a cigarette. His stance suggested that he was going to spectate from now on. His faith in Dragon couldn't have been clearer.

Resigned, Dragon raised his hands to gather his black hair into a ponytail, still not facing the death monsters. As he worked the rubber band, the monsters ignored their own countdown, lunging simultaneously toward his flanks with impossible speed.

Mark’s horn scimitars intersected and thrust toward Dragon, a massive wall of wild, fierce brown horns shooting out of his back.

Covered in pink patterns, Zhou Jing stabbed at Dragon’s chest with the four red blades her tail had turned into, her eyes flickering with red light.

Both attacks halted a meter from Dragon, unable to advance further. Moreover, the energy that should have been unleashed as they attacked remained suppressed in them.

To an observer, it painted an absurd picture: Zhou Jing and Mark had each struck a dramatic pose, then nothing happened.

Between them, Dragon continued working on his ponytail. He gave a small nod, twisting his hair once more into the band. “I’ve only ever used the Overlord domain, but that doesn’t mean it’s all I can do.”

Finally, he had finished tying his hair.

“This may sound like boasting.” He slowly looked up with radiant heterochromatic eyes. They looked like melting amber. His lips curled into a bashful smile. “Even without a domain, I’m quite strong.”

Frozen in place, Mark seethed with humiliation. Zhou Jing, meanwhile, fell deeper into obsession. She loved him! She would have him, no matter the cost!

Their different reactions led to the same choice.

Both death monsters burst into terrible screams as they turned into their second form. Violent storms of energy ripped through half of the town.

The awakeners, prepared for this, joined hands and shifted spectral with Vermilion Bird's Unreachable. They were spectators in the VIP seats.

While they were safe in this state, the overwhelming pressure still took their breath away. It felt like watching a star explode in the empty cosmos.

When the energy storms settled, the ruinous battlefield was already razed to the ground, replaced by a clearing split between brown and pink.

Dragon stood at its heart, where the two colors met.

To his left towered Mark, now a several-meter-tall minotaur wreathed in deep brown flames. A unicorn's horn protruded from his forehead, spinning like a drill as endless energy poured into it, scattering in a vortex pattern.

The resulting currents threatened to cut space itself, yet the horn could not break through the “air” before it—as if it were the hardest substance in existence.

Zhou Jing, on the right, had melted into a clump of unnatural, insidious, restless red blood—or a blood demon.

Her form shifted endlessly: sharp blades, soft vines, harmless bubbles, masculine and feminine bodies. They wanted, they screamed. They slammed against the invisible barrier, shattering and reforming eternally.

Although Vermilion Bird and the others were some distance away and Unreachable, they still cowered under the energy ripples of the death monsters’ second forms, feeling like tender shoots caught in a violent rain storm.

This was a death monster's true power. None of them could—or would want to—face such force head-on.

Yet Dragon did, against two at once.

He stood gracefully amid the two tremendous powers, calm like the eye of the storm. The energies continued their assault, desperate to break the intangible barrier.

Finally, the attempt showed progress. The two death monsters managed to advance an inch.

Dragon’s eyes glinted. He moved.