Ezequiel and Hyperion sat at the head of an imnse table inside a majestic room. At the other end, facing the duo, were Bahamut and Nut. Utilizing the many seats between them were not only the thirty Void Creator geniuses but also many influential figures from the three bloodline races.
The Dragon Primarch and Sacred Beast Primarch could not help but start daggers toward Hyperion. While others could consider their arrangent a form of respect, as they were face to face with the Titan Primarch, how could they not realize it would make it harder to interact with Ezequiel?
While there were many powerhouses at the table, with even the two first-stage Rank 9 Titans present, the attention of every single one here was on Ezequiel.
The Supre Neo-Demon did not draw the spotlight due to his imposing aura or the might he proved a few hours ago. What made all the eyes focus on him was his way of eating.
The food served was cultivation treasures that average Rank 7 life forms would find almost impossible to obtain. Not only that but they were also prepared with such an exquisite technique that everybody could only describe their flavor as divine. the Void Creator geniuses displayed superb table manners, and even the powerhouses from the three races were careful and exhibited excellent etiquette. No one wanted to show any flaw or bring embarrassnt to their races.
However, Ezequiel just devoured plate after plate like a maniac. It ca to the point that every minute one waiter would co to take out his plate while another brought more food.
In the beginning, so of the Void Creator geniuses quietly sneered at Ezequiel's lack of manners, but soon all that vanished from their minds as they realized sothing.
A couple of plates of those delicious cultivation treasures had enough energy to fill them. If a Rank 6 life form ate even one, they would explode due to an overload.
Nevertheless, Ezequiel seed a bottomless pit, and no matter how much he consud, no one could detect any sign of energy disarray.
That feeling was even stronger in the powerhouses. They could feel that everything the Supre Neo-Demon consud would transform into a force full of vitality that would nurture every cell of his body.
Hyperion sat with a large smile that cracked from ti to ti as he noticed that the Supre Neo-Demon was solely interested in the food and did not glance at his daughters, who sat right next to him.
"Tell , Invictus, how is it that you et Zatiel Daybreak? I am sure it must have been a legendary odyssey." Hyperion was hoping to establish a conversation to make things flow smoother. Besides, the eting of two of the greatest geniuses from the Prima Universe was a fascinating topic.
Ezequiel stopped eating and, without hesitation, gave an answer that surprised everybody.
"Master picked up from a mass grave when I was a child."
Silence reigned in the room after Ezequiel uttered those words. The Supre Neo-Demon was soone even the Primarch considered an incredible talent.
The fact that one of the Prima Universe's greatest geniuses, a man who had the potential to reach the Primarch level, once found himself in a pit full of dead bodies was unimaginable.
"How did you find yourself in such a predicant?" Ran, Hyperion's daughter that possessed a fierce aura, was the one that made that question. She only spoke due to her wild nature, and once she understood the lack of tact in her words, she attempted to take it back, but it was too late.
"I was sold as a baby and trained to beco an assassin slave. I took a mission with poor information, and my target almost killed ."
Once again, complete silence. From a mortal slave to a man whose destiny sundered the universe. Such a massive rise was beyond amazing.
"I am sorry for my daughter's indiscretion, Invictus." Hyperion bowed slightly toward Ezequiel while sending a sharp glance toward Ran.
Even if the Supre Neo-Demon seed fine answering that question, no one among them would be happy to rember such awful events of their past. Ran understood that, and despite her fierce nature, she also perford a bow toward Ezequiel.
"There is no need for that. My past doesn't define , nor does it sha . One must never let external affect your heart. If your willpower guides you on a path, take it. No matter the consequences, no matter the repercussions, even if it could end your life, do it, as only then you would truly experience life and freedom."
Ezequiel's eyes seed to glow with silver light as he spoke, and the words in his Neo-Godking Mantle trembled slightly.
Hyperion, Bahamut, and Nut felt a sense of enlightennt as they heard those words. Not taking into consideration the external and just following your heart may sound simple, but they knew that was certainly not the case.
The trio was Primarchs, with the power to destroy worlds, crush black holes, and devour supernovas. Still, none of them dared to ignore everything and follow their will unconditionally.
At that mont, the Priamrchs understood why Zatiel Daybreak considered the Supre Neo-Demon as such an incredible genius. It was not his talent or extraordinary bloodline but his willpower that was already on the path to achieving the impossible.
"Wait, you were not born a Neo-Demon?" Asis, Hyperion's daughter with a cold aura, spoke. Her eyes were full of curiosity.
Hyperion and the other Priamrchs had so understanding about the Neo-Demon Race origin due to the Zatiel display in the Virtual Dream Universe, but there were still many questions.
Ezequiel did not answer imdiately, as that information contained so of the secrets of the Neo-Demon Race. But now that they were in the open, it was just a matter of ti before everybody knew it, so he chose to respond.
"As long as one of the parents is a Neo-Demon, the child born of that union will beco a Neo-Demon. The other path is for Master to transform you into one."
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