An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The Full Moon Fortress, which floated above the sea, looked like a particularly large moon. It had been guarded by three Absolutes, but now Grid slashed it in half. He turned to look at the horizon, in the direction of his clone.

‘Should I leave now?’

He had created the clone using Judar’s body manufacturing recipe and Greed. The clone could never be destroyed, but it could somewhat break. If it took a lot of damage, its joints would twist, and its body would crush and fold bizarrely. The clone wasn’t exactly alive, so it could not recover by itself. Since it was made out of metal, it needed to be repaired.

Of course, Grid’s clone also had blacksmithing skills. His stats and level were the same as Grid’s. However, it had different titles. The clone had failed to inherit any of Grid’s titles. As a result, he had accumulated new titles by achieving different things than Grid.

He became a powerful magician. However, his skills as a blacksmith and swordsman fell behind. The clone could repair himself, but Grid wasn’t sure if the clone could do it properly, since the material was tricky to work with.

‘Why fight so recklessly?’ Grid complained.

Now that he learnt that the cultivators wanted his clone, he was very worried about it. However, he wasn’t really that upset about the clone taking so much damage. Grid believed that the clone had made the right choice by dragging the immortal and cultivator into the grave with him. Had he not done that, the clone would have lost. Dealing with an Absolute who was at the level of an old dragon and his clone at the same time wasn’t an easy feat. Good thing the clone had Poison Smog in his arsenal

‘...I should’ve learned Poison Smog as well.’

Braham spent most of his time in his residence studying magic. He was always researching something. He even had a laboratory in his mental world for this exact purpose!

Grid, who was close to Braham, had witnessed firsthand how massive the explosions caused by Poison Smog could be. He had, however, dismissed the spell, and made a lot of excuses for disregarding it. To create a powerful explosion using Poison Smog, the flames needed to be extremely powerful and the pressure had to be quite high. It was impossible to use Poison Smog consistently, so that was why he had dismissed it.

But… maybe he shouldn’t have. Grid should’ve been just as interested in Poison Smog as his clone. No, not just his spell, but magic altogether. Magic was something that became more valuable the more one studied it.

Watching Braham’s research process was a learning experience itself. There had been multiple opportunities for Grid to get better at magic. However, he found learning magic cumbersome, complicated, and impractical, so he had missed out.

Meanwhile, the clone tried to learn everything that Braham had to offer. This was probably why Braham showed an eagerness to teach the clone, something that he didn’t show to Grid.

‘Well, it’s too late for me to have any regrets now. If I was like my clone, I would’ve had a business card saying that I graduated from Seoul National University.’

After all, the clone was still Grid. The clone had a different mindset toward studying because of Grid. Grid wanted to leave anything he considered troublesome to his clone, so the clone abided by this and picked up magic.

However, the clone and Grid were two sides of the same coin. They couldn’t be separated. In other words, Grid was delusional for claiming that he would’ve graduated from Seoul National University had he been like his clone. He just wasn’t smart enough.

‘...This tells me that one's life changes along with their mindset.’

Grid realized his mistake. He was just making excuses for not putting in more effort into studying.

Meanwhile, Noe was busy feasting on the cultivators he had hunted. “Yum, yum!”

A nascent soul was the soul of a cultivator. It was different from ordinary people’s souls because it possessed an Innate Treasure and a spiritual root. Noe feasted on the cultivators. He used to only feed on human souls, but recently he’d learned to absorb the spiritual energy of cultivators. The higher the level of one’s cultivation, the greater the nutrients for Noe.

After a series of feasts, Noe’s cultivation level exceeded Grid’s. Before he knew it, Noe had reached the foundation building realm. He had three times more spiritual energy than that of Grid, who was still in the qi refining realm.

and swallowing the nascent soul of a great ascension cultivator who had fought back by throwing his Innate Treasure even

“Nyang? Grid…”

he had never felt before. Maybe it was

“My stomach hurts...”

“Huh?”

it hard to breathe. As he lay on his back, his belly inflated even more. It kept inflating and deflating, just

why you

sensed a familiar yet also

‘What’s going on?’

what those

“Ack!”

energies that had been lingering in his stomach. It was a five-piece bell tied together. The bell glowed gold, silver, blue, white, and black.

training and refining it in his spiritual root all his life. This was the main weapon that

coming out of

“Ack! Ugh!”

out the Innate Treasures of the cultivators, ranging from tiny needles to quite large treasures… There were well over two hundred

stomach...? Of course, Noe could become quite big when he transformed into his main form, but right now, he was just a small cat. This

stroking Noe’s belly in a daze, came to his senses and asked, “Can

spat them out...?” Noe asked with a puzzled look on

gathered and pointed in the same direction. It just so

“Light?”

horizon in sacred light. Was this Rebecca’s doing? Ever since the Refractive Dragon got resurrected, Rebecca had been stuck dealing with it. Since they were moving

eyes on

Flash!

stopped moving. Grid finally realized who it was. It wasn’t

another God of

you recently

couldn’t show his true power unless he

beginning. People said that he even absorbed Rebecca’s powers. Grid could never allow himself to let his

been staring at him, turned to look somewhere else.

an enemy approaching and acted on their own. It’s safe to say that

was a catch. Grid realized Noe couldn’t control them

to fight me right

powerful than Du Baeryong, who claimed to be an immortal. This

herself a golden immortal. She seems to be the

Realistically, golden immortals were the strongest immortals, since great immortals were unlikely to exist. Many immortals stayed in the true immortal realm

bit tired but there wasn’t a single scratch on him. This was proof that he

stared at Hanul. “Wait... Have you been on

Hanul snorted.