NOVEL WEB Chapter 170: Start of Deception?
LimbDealer:
@Elemental Paragon: Great Lord, I didn't know you were one of the Esteemed Lords of the Universe...
Please forgive my pathetic and dirty self for my earlier words...
Even if I get killed, please stop the others from going after my family...
I beg of you... please... I have accepted my fate... say that no one should touch my family... I would be content, my Lord.
You can even burn my soul for thousands of years... for me to make up for my sins...
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After reading the message from LimbDealer.
Leon's memory struck like an icy wave, his breath hitching, every muscle tensing as dread twisted in his gut.
It can't be that!
He had seen those names with the title of Lord in them, which matched the class option he had had the chance to once choose from.
When he had mistakenly said the title of Lord of Space and Time, he remembered the terrifyingly weird thing that had happened around him, which made him feel dread for two whole days, thinking he had done something wrong.
His hands trembled for hours afterwards, unable to steady even when he tried to meditate. The world seemed to warp and bend at the edges of his vision.
Assume that the person named LimbDealer was referring to those Lords when he said Lord of the Universe.
But why should they think I am one of them?
He also began to understand why MoonWhoEatsHerself was acting in such a way; she might have mistaken him for a Lord of the Universe, which could be why he acquired the technique so easily. Even after that, she was still begging for her life.
The very existence of these Lords is so fearsome that even immortal beings tremble at their name. It's hard to fathom the power they wield to instill such dread.
There was only one conclusion that came to mind, only because of what had happened in the past.
His lips parted as he said a name out loud.
Not just any name, but the name of his very own class, which he had never said out loud—slowly.
"Elemental Paragon"
Boom!
The air around him throbbed with a palpable energy, as if the very fabric of the universe was awakening in response to the name he had just spoken. It resonated with a captivating melody, akin to a celestial ringtone—a whimsical link to an expansive realm that ignited his imagination.
A sense of awe washed over him, filling his heart with both wonder and anticipation for the extraordinary journey that awaited him.
Surely, these two had experienced this by calling his name, which made them think he was a Lord of the Universe.
A wide smile couldn't help but appear on Leon's face, as he could already imagine what he could do while pretending to be who they thought he was—a Lord of the Universe.
Surely, he would get rich in no time when he extorted casualties from these lambs who thought he was the biggest hunter.
It was their own mistake for giving him such an opportunity; he could never pass up that, and decided to play the good guy.
Fuck that
He wouldn't call himself evil, as it's not like he would go as far as drinking the blood of virgins and sacrificing children just for his amusement.
Yet he was not the good guy either; he was just someone who, when an opportunity appeared, dove right into it and got the most out of it while he could.
He wasn't sure if his cover would be blown by someone, but he still had time—he had to make big bucks.
Hehehe, this is going to be fun.
But after reading the messages from both of them, he understood one thing—they were scared shitless for their lives. Asking for his forgiveness even after that, they seemed as if they would die, especially LimbDealer, who had given up on surviving and just wanted to say that no one should touch his family.
I can't be that cruel.
Of course, he would give his words, which seemed enough to save them, making him understand how terrifying these existences called the Lords of the Universe really were.
Not for free, of course; they are immortals—they might have big bucks stored in their causality accounts. I won't leave anything behind.
Leon slapped his face with both hands to prepare himself and act the role of a terrifying, powerful being.
The sting jolted him, blood rushing to his cheeks. He drew a deep breath, letting the faint metallic tang at the back of his throat anchor him to the present.
Focus—don't slip up now.
He opened up the chat once again.
What the hell
Besides the messages directly tagging him from LimbDealer and MoonWhoEatsHerself, hundreds of others were also asking for his forgiveness.
He didn't understand why, as both of them might have insulted him, but for the others, he didn't know what madness had gotten into them.
The messages were moving too fast; with his intelligence, he could read them, but suddenly the speed increased even more—it felt as if it had become a blur.
His eyes darted across the screen, pupils dilating as he tried to catch every word. The pressure built behind his forehead, leaving a dull ache.
If he had his mana, he would use Rajin's Descent and Mana Body Enhancement to increase his speed to catch up, but he couldn't do anything.
But he did read the few that were tagging him, like the ones who were begging for his forgiveness. However, others were greeting him with courtesy and praising him. Some were even messaging to tell him that his esteemed self should personally come and kill them all.
These Lords of the Universe must be very ruthless, since they are expecting him to come and kill them all.
He sent his message with just his thoughts.
Elemental Paragon:
Stop sending these words at once.
His eyes bulged out in shock as he had expected one or two to slip off, but as if the world had turned to a halt.
All the messages coming at lightning speed earlier stopped, right after he had sent his.
Fucking hell, this is too overpowered. Even the mods in the group chat in my previous world can't do this shit; forget them—even the owner of the platform himself, if he sent a message, there would still be countless who would troll.
Especially when this thread had more than 200 thousand people in it.
And thousands of them who were active stopped just by his single command.
Seeing this, Leon smiled gleefully. He ran a hand through his hair, pulse still racing as the silence stretched. A low, breathless laugh slipped out, filling the quiet void left in the chat.
Now he never wanted his cover to be blown off; he had to be extra careful from then on.
His jaw clenched, the muscles aching beneath the skin. He rolled his shoulders back, spine straightening as if he could physically step into the role he needed to play—a sigma face.
As his following carefully thought-out message was being sent to the thousand who were holding their breath in anticipation.