The realm Lord's speech reverberated through the floors of the entire tower of heaven. The survivors stood up when his divine sense descended. They held the utmost respect for the realm lord. It isn't an easy achievement to beat out the geniuses of the entire realm and become the realm lord.
Those who are in the know are aware of the hunt that was started in the past for the young Monarch High Heaven when it became obvious that he was going to become the realm lord with the terrifying rate of his improvement. They wanted to kill him, but he fought back, and he survived.
Even though the realm lord didn't project his voice to the entire ancient battlefield, those with powerful senses could hear him if they strained their senses enough. It is because the message was not entirely passed through sound waves; there were fluctuations in origin energy and laws too.
Most transcendents may have a hard time hearing his message, but beings with at least the power of a lord of law could hear him no matter where they were on the ancient battlefield. All the gods that bothered to pay attention could hear him too.
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In one of the top-class restaurants in the city of wealth, a city built for the wealthy on the ancient battlefield, by the wealthy, and for the convenience of the wealthy. Dylganihl is sitting in one of the private rooms of this restaurant, stuffing his face with meat and all manners of delicacies.
"The food here is just excellent, and you people are so generous, so hospitable. I think I don't have a choice but to come here again and again. I'm telling you, this place will always be my first choice, honestly." he said before taking a swig of the very expensive wine on his table.
There were attendants around him, and they were being led by the very chief chef of the restaurant. Dylganihl's comment didn't sound like a compliment to them but more like the little Tyrant challenging himself to try and make them bankrupt.
"Thank you, your excellency, for your divine favor," the chef said through gritted teeth.
"It's the least I can do. I can't just come to your place, eat free food, drink free wine, and not compliment the host. I wasn't raised that way. I was taught proper manners." Dylganihl proclaimed honorably.
The chef cursed in his mind. "What shitty manners?"
He could only swallow his words and thoughts. He wouldn't dare to say them out loud. Even the owner of the restaurant and the leaders of the city cannot do anything to this maleficent entity.
Dylganihl doesn't pay for his food. This offense is something that most Sovereigns don't dare to do. They cannot even do it and get away with it if they dare because the properties in the gigantic city of wealth are backed by a superpower or the other.
Even Origin gods cannot escape after committing a crime here because the Origin gods are in charge of the security of the city. So it is too much of a hassle for an Origin god to steal, especially with the irritating suppression of the plane.
Origin gods can handle other origin gods, but they can't handle Dylganihl. Dylganihl also seems to be immune to the effects of suppression as he eats the food with gusto.
The problem isn't a matter of power. The highest strength anyone can safely use inside the realm tree is sovereign level, but this disadvantage to other origin gods is more of a perk to Dylganihl.
The first time he came to the restaurant and was asked to pay, he simply disappeared and popped into the treasury of the restaurant. He could have escaped with his Spacial talent, but he went through the treasury, took one or two things that he fancied, and returned with money from their treasury to pay them.
The alarm had gone on in the treasury to indicate an intrusion. Dylganihl allowed it to happen to let them know where he had been. Since then, he has been able to have his way in the entire city of wealth. His reign of terror didn't end when several Origin god powerhouses tried to ambush him.
He had simply entered the treasury of the city because they were in cohort with his assailants. He claimed some treasures from the city treasury as a salve that would heal his poor, damaged heart, a reasonable claim. Everyone knows how precious a dragon's heart is, but no one knew his was so fragile.
So there he was, trying his best to eat this particular restaurant out of business, when he heard the speech of the realm lord. He stopped eating to listen. He truly admired the realm lord for his superior talent and resolve.
The message exhorted him. He rose from his seat when he was done, his power flared around him, and space around him seemed to become layered. One could see places kilometers away from his current location within the folds of space as if he could just reach out and appear there.
His subconscious release of power made space become distorted around him. He was like a volcano rearing to explode, and the attendants around him became scared for their lives. They didn't hear the speech. They only saw Dylganihl stop, stand up, and flare up.
"Please, your excellency. Mercy, mercy, I'll change anything you don't like." The chef pleaded.
If it were someone else, he wouldn't be afraid because of the laws of the city. But the laws mean nothing to Dylganihl. He is a free spirit, unbound by the fetters of the world.
Dylganihl didn't pay attention to the people around him, "Time to prepare." he muttered inwardly.
He leaped into one of the folds of space. It felt like he merged with it, like he was being enveloped, then he disappeared.
The people around him nearly choked. Whenever Dylganihl disappears like that, he is about to throw a tantrum. That means he will go through their treasury again.