Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

One might wonder why a member of the third ranked quadrant was here, especially one along the soul path far enough to have earned a comet grade evaluation. This was even odder considering those of the Spirit Quadrant were very much known for their combat prowess… It didn't add up.

Well, simply put, those of the spirit quadrant weren't human. Nor were they beasts. They didn't follow the normal rules…

Diasho Ken was not only a comet grade Magic Master and Weapon's Master, he was also one of the Captains of the legendary Heavenly Sword Guild, only a step away from being promoted to Lieutenant.

Although there were 112 Captains, there were only 41 members of the Heavenly Sword Guild that ranked above them. And even among those captains, Diasho Ken ranked in the top 30 and the youngest among all of the active Captains!

Diasho Ken's talent was said to be personally appreciated by their commander, True God Diasho. So much so that he was among the only nine of the guild to be granted a title.

Magic Swordsman, Diasho Ken!

There was a reason that only the Star Force was said to be the Heavenly Sword Guild's match… Although the Demon Generals had raised the eyebrows of many, their feats still needed more time to catch up to those two forces… Especially considering their exploits on the Ancient Battlefield.

Dyon's eyes shifted toward Diasho Ken, scanning him and not missing the twin swords that seemed magically attached to his back. The fact that one was almost 6 feet long while the other was less than 3 was truly eye-catching. But, this odd dual sword style was the moniker of the Diasho family.

Also, considering the Diasho family was a Weapon's Master clan that specialized in forging swords, it also made sense that one of their own would have such a title.

However, what didn't add up was how this Diasho Ken was involved with BPA.

Still, with all of this tension built, it was surprisingly Bella that spoke first.

"How dare you! We were there when D – when he was coddling those beast babies, you weren't! He also treats his wives very well! You're just jealous. We'd choose to be with him a million times out of a million times over you!" Bella's cheeks puffed adorably, very much displaying her irritation.

Mia, clearly flustered, tried to pull her little sister back. Them stepping in might make matters worse, not better. But, she too couldn't stand how this Diasho Ken was spinning the story. Dyon was a person who had risked his life to save soul slaves he had never even met, but now he was suddenly being spun as a person who couldn't even treat his wife right? Ridiculous.

Dyon chuckled at Bella's outburst, rubbing her head before sending the two sisters into the tower. It was obvious that Bella had a few more not so nice words to say, but in the end she obediently left.

Vice Chairman Wenwald became stuck. She didn't know what to do in the face of these two big shots squaring off. The matter should have ended with Dyon's words, but for some reason, Diasho Ken pressed the issue.

"Diasho Ken, huh?" If it wasn't for the twins, Dyon wouldn't have even known his name. Although it was impossible for them to use their abilities on humans, not with their current abilities anyway, they could indirectly scan things like Ken's clothing and swords which would tell them the name of the current owner.

Dyon took a step closer to the so-called Magic Swordsman. "Captain of the Heaven Sword Guild and perpetual lurker of your elder brother's shadow. Truth be told, maybe if he was here instead of you, I might take his words seriously enough to slap him across the room, but you're not worth of getting banned over."

Diasho Ken's smile faded the more Dyon spoke. He had though he could use Dyon acknowledging that he knew his name to make a snarky remark, but Dyon hadn't given him the chance to.

Resentment flared in Diasho Ken's eyes before abruptly fading. If it wasn't for the fact his brother was the key wielder of their quadrant, he was absolutely certain that it was be him who held the title of True God. Unfortunately, he was born 400 years too late.

Before anyone could realize what was happening and let Dyon's words sink in, he had already made his way to standing less than a foot from Diasho Ken.

The eyes of the two men were completely level, emitting such fierce killing intent that sparks practically flew through the air.

"If you'd like to die, feel free to repeat those words to me again in the tower. I promise you that even if your supposed True God elder brother appears, he wouldn't be able to save you then." Dyon spoke calmly.

"I'm sure after your head is on a pike, your brother will seek revenge. Even if he cares little for you, he'll want to protect his precious name. So then, I'd have to kill him too.

"And then I'm sure your father will become very angry, and your mother, and your grandfathers, and your grandmothers, all until the entire Diasho Clan wants my head.

"Imagine that, your entire clan being eradicated because you wanted to flex your ego." Dyon's eyes seemed to smile with an immense will to slaughter.

By the time Dyon's words faded, he had somehow made his way past Diasho Ken who stood with a sinister smile on his face.

The Magic Swordsman's bloodlust erupted, causing Vice Chairman Wendal to tremble slightly before the aura disappeared completely.

"Huh, what an interesting fellow." Diasho Ken laughed, turning to leave long after Dyon had disappeared into the distance. "Let's see if you still have that bravado when you step onto the celestial floor."

What should have been a large event fizzled out without much of a climax. However, that was only if you were to everything at face value… Those who were willing to dig deeper came out with one conclusion: The Masked Wife Stealer actually threatened to destroy the Diasho Clan if Diasho Ken stepped out of line!

It was clear to everyone involved that after disappearing for almost a year, this mysterious masked man would once more make SNN Headlines.

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"He used a VIP bank card?"

A familiar council of elders gathered. It had been more than ten years since they last coalesced, and back then it was about Clara's invention of the Internet. But, a group that had so infrequently met before somehow found it necessary to meet again on this day…

"According to key witnesses, yes. Such a thing couldn't be faked."

"Then won't it be easy to figure out his identity? There are less than a thousand people total with access to such a card and those qualified are vetted with the utmost seriousness."

"We've already combed through all of the records, it didn't take long, but we didn't find anyone matching his description perfectly. Plus, his mask disallows even us from seeing his true face."

"Still, that narrows down his possible identities, no?"

"Maybe… Maybe not. If this young man is a comet grade expert as he claims, it's possible for him to put protections on it even we can't see through easily."

A snort sounded through the room. "A 6th stage comet grade expert younger than 1000 years old? Don't fuck with me."

"This isn't the most poignant point, nor is it the reason for this meeting. You all may have disdained the creation of the BPA, but you must also understand why it exists.

"Today, in order to avoid conflict, things were left as is with a very thin veil of plausible deniability. The beasts are less likely to raise an uproar considering who this man's wife is, but as you know, some of them simply seek trouble for the sake of trouble…"

The one who was none other than the Guild Head of the Beast Masters. Considering the shimmering moonlight wrapped around his black robes… His ranking was clear.

"If you had cared so much about the trouble he would cause, why didn't you step out to stop him personally?" A golden robed middle-aged woman wrapped in the same beautiful moonlight spoke out. Clearly, she was unhappy about the treatment of her favorite genius, Diasho Ken.

"Because that naïve little girl made a mistake. Reviewing the footage of the incident, I watched him from the moment he entered to the moment he withdrew his beasts to comply with the rules of the tower. Those beast infants might have had white fur, but they had none of the other markers of having their potential forcefully ripped out of them.