Chapter 908: I am just a customer
Cassian shook his head.
This wasn’t the time to get distracted.
He wasn’t here to compete with Kyle.
He was here for revenge.
He glanced at Kyle.
"So... what’s your plan now? Still chasing that strange crying voice that vanished?"
He didn’t invite Kyle to join his team—he knew the man would never agree. So, he simply asked about his future plans.
Kyle thought for a long moment.
"I don’t know. How about I follow you? I can’t fight the Rulers alone right now—I’m still too weak. And I need more people to help me enter the Layer of the Ancients."
Cassian’s companions, nursing their injuries on the sidelines and anxiously waiting for him and Kyle to wrap up their conversation so they could surrender and end the battle, stared at him in horror.
No way! Did he seriously want Kyle to follow them? They would be mercilessly slaughtered by this powerful lunatic! The trio tried to plead with Cassian using their eyes, silently begging him to refuse Kyle, but he didn’t even spare them a glance.
Cassian nodded at Kyle.
"Okay. It’s your choice."
Then he turned to the injured trio, who were staring at him as if he’d just betrayed them.
"This is Owin, Tai, and Jolie. I picked... I mean, found them after leaving the clan. They’ve been following me ever since."
Kyle, of course, caught the slip and raised an eyebrow. This man hadn’t changed—still using others to his advantage. But at least he wasn’t like Azazeal. They chose to join him on their own; he didn’t enslave them.
Shaking his head, he turned to the trio.
"Hi, let’s get along from now on."
They flinched but gave small nods.
Kyle hummed, his glowing eyes flickering with something unreadable as he tapped into the Law of Fate to glimpse their fates. After all, they weren’t born fateless like him—they hadn’t written their own paths. Still, he was surprised to see that all three would remain by Cassian’s side until the very end.
He gave Cassian a sideways glance.
"You really are lucky when it comes to picking loyal and trustworthy people."
Then, for the first time, he flashed a small, genuine smile—free of his usual mischief—and crouched down before Owin, Tai, and Jolie. They stared, dazed by the charming smile, even more so when he healed them.
Their eyes flickered with realization.
Kyle, the silver-haired phantom, wasn’t a bad person at all—just a little unhinged.
Only Cassian noticed how Kyle was subtly using his aura to leave a good impression on the trio, which left him speechless. Still, he didn’t stop him. They would be traveling together, after all—better that Owin, Jolie, and Tai didn’t feel awkward around Kyle.
Still, he couldn’t help but ask.
"You’ve been talking too much, don’t you think? And you’re being reckless too. You are stronger, but there were four of us. Yet you challenged us—like the consequences wouldn’t matter to you. It’s... strange. Also, I just noticed—why is the power around your soul weaker compared to your rank?"
Kyle just smiled mysteriously.
Cassian frowned.
"Didn’t you say you always kept your soul and physique rank equal to—or even above—your overall strength? So why...?"
Again, no answer, so he just shut up.
But the thought lingered.
Something about Kyle felt different.
He wasn’t quite the same as before. During their fight earlier, Cassian had also noticed something strange—Kyle hadn’t used more than five natural laws at a time... almost as if his mind couldn’t handle more than that.
Even manipulating five powerful laws at once was impressive, but Kyle had once wielded countless natural laws together.
So, shouldn’t he be able to handle even more by now? Something was definitely fishy here. He just couldn’t pinpoint what.
So, he let it go for now.
With that, the five of them left the arena, already frozen over from the aftermath of Kyle using his power. The crowd parted to give them space, but before anyone could blink, the group vanished—leaving behind many stunned, murmuring Celestials.
Meanwhile, the elderly dwarf and his wife finally returned to their restaurant, silently grateful that the silver-haired man hadn’t wreaked havoc in their establishment.
But their relief turned to shock when they stepped inside the quiet building—only to find the same silver-haired man, dressed in a brown sweater and brown trousers, sitting at one of the tables with his legs crossed, head slightly tilted back, and eyes closed.
The elderly dwarf stumbled and pointed a trembling finger at the familiar, handsome man, clutching his shocked wife’s hand.
"Y-You... how? You were outside—fighting! And then you left with the Hellbringer of Death and his people... so who is this?!"
Kyle opened his glowing green eyes—so vast and unreadable, they seemed to hold the weight of countless lifetimes. Strands of silver hair fell across his forehead as he glanced at the elderly couple. He appeared completely unfazed—his expression calm, distant, and far more emotionless than the version of him they had seen earlier.
"Oh, that..."
He mused, casually tapping the table.
"Would you believe me if I said I just changed clothes and came back here?"
Of course, they wouldn’t.
Just how could someone who had only moments ago been a five-stage Celestial with a modest Celestial aura now radiate such overwhelming, almost divine power?
The presence of the man before them was suffocating—an immense, oppressive force that settled over the room like the weight of a thousand storms. His icy aura wasn’t just powerful—it was transcendent, something that didn’t even belong among Celestials.
He wasn’t just stronger.
He felt entirely different. Otherworldly.
Just looking at this man stirred a primal instinct deep within their souls—an urge to kneel, to lower their heads in reverence.
However, they didn’t question him.
How could they?
They still valued their lives, after all.
So, they simply lowered their heads.
Kyle let out a soft sigh. The reason the air around him seemed so weary—and why he sought to numb his mind with the special drink sold here—wasn’t simply because of that mischievous voice that had vanished.
He was tormented by headaches.
After all, controlling more than one body wasn’t easy. Splitting his consciousness and soul... how the hell had that bastard even managed it? Damn. Azazeal’s mental power was on a completely different level.
He walked up to the dwarf couple.
"There’s no need for this. I am just a customer. I’ll leave soon, so please, just do your job."
The elderly dwarf couple immediately nodded and rushed to take his order.