Behind him, the leader of the group who was staring at him as if he was a monster as he had effortlessly dealt with the fatso's attack was puzzled when he saw this King from the Central Continent pause right at the entrance of the room in which there was still pin drop silence, except for the low moaning of the guy who had been stomped into the ground.
Expecting some sort of dramatic dialogue just like the one before which had actually stung quite a bit and made him admire that someone was capable of ing up with such a witty remark in such a short amount of time, the lean man whose chest was still burning as if someone had made him swallow fire waited with bated breath, although he wasn't as worried as before that a fight might break out.
As one of those who could be called a middling level leader in the factions that were present in the Fortress of Unyielding Might, he knew that this was someone special who was regarded highly by the Chief. This had been derived from the fact that the Chief had personally given him an audience, and had even called him back today, which was actually partly the reason why he hadn't insisted on keeping him for long. Such news always made its way to him and the other leaders as soon as a messenger was sent, so his aim with calling that fatso before had only been to impress this King, and then deal with him later if the best case where he was awed came to be.
That had been how he had won over most of his group. Initially, he had just been a normal sect member until he had had to go through a very harrowing experience during training where he had almost been killed because of a malfunctioning trinket that had caused attacks at a level much higher than his own to rain down on him and almost pummel him to death.
Even those in charge of training had been astonished that he had survived, but although he had done so with a lot of injuries, something which wasn't visible on the outside had also been affected, and no matter how much he searched, there seemed to be no cure for it.
He had developed the paranoia that the world was out to kill him, and even though he knew that this wasn't true and it was just his delusion that now existed because of that experience, he just couldn't shake it off.
That was also when he had begun to form this group, as he had wanted a bunch of lackeys whom he could throw at threats as sacrifices if he needed to run away. He had awed each and every one of them using the ruthless methods that he had developed due to the creativity that he always depended on, and they had chosen to follow him as the big groups didn't have much interest in them anyway.
Now, he had seen this as an opportunity, but it looked like it would slip out of his hands.
However, he suddenly felt a strong sense of hope when he saw the King turn around and run toward him with a zealous expression on his face.
He had no idea regarding the reason, but when the man caught his shoulders and frantically said, "Take me to your secret archives!
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