Gazing at Skull’s corpse barely hanging to his wrist, Dyon thought for a moment before throwing him into his inner world. He didn’t feel like turning such a weak body into his corpse puppet. But, it could be useful in other ways.

Then, Dyon turned toward Roe, a dull expression hanging from his handsome face.

“… Please spare me. You heard my words just now, I had no intention of attacking you.” Roe said after taking a deep breath.

How did he have such bad luck? How could there be a mortal who was so powerful?

Recognizing a mortal wasn’t just about strength. If that was so, then no one could ever look down upon Dyon.

Mortals simply had a different presence. It was one that lacked harmony with the Heavens. They were almost like an impurity on the Immortal Plane. The way the wind, the earth, and energy flowed around them was just fundamentally different, as though the Heavens wanted nothing to do with them, like they were an untouchable stain. An Immortal could instinctually tell when they ran into a mortal.

But, it was clear and obvious that if they wanted to use this to underestimate Dyon, it would only mean their deaths.

“… Who are you exactly?” Dyon asked out of curiosity.

Roe’s lip twitched. “… I am the City Lord of Vaneta City… I’m nothing but a puppet, really…”

He had hoped his answer and humility would give him a greater chance at life. But his heart sank when he saw Dyon’s darkened expression.

“How many mortal slave markets do you think there are in Vaneta City?”

Hearing this, Roe already knew his life was finished. Without hesitation, he turned and ran. But before he could take a second step, he found a hand clutching his throat.

“How many mortals do you think died in this eruption, abandoned by you, their supposed City Lord?”

Roe wanted to scream. Who cared about mortals? Plus, you hypocrite! With your power, couldn’t you have saved them?! Why are you blaming me?!

Unfortunately for Roe, Dyon didn’t consider himself to be some lofty hero. He couldn’t save everyone, nor did he have the time or power to. The main reason he wanted to defeat The Entity wasn’t for the sake of the people of the mortal plane, it was to eliminate a threat on his family. Nothing more, nothing less.

Now, Roe and people like him wanted to block his path back to his family simply due to the fact he was a mortal. There was one type of person Dyon would never have mercy on… It was a person who wanted to take him away from the people he loved.

All those years ago, he imprisoned and tortured Lilianna, a gorgeous woman and holy princess for daring to do this. If he could do such a thing to a dainty fairy, why would he ever spare Roe?

“Devour.”

Roe’s nascent soul scattered.

‘… I really was right… It was incredibly small, but when I devoured them, my mental energy went up…’ Dyon’s gaze blazed.

He had reached the One with Self realm of Devour a long time ago. But he never expected it for it to experience this sort of mutation.

It was no wonder he never realized this on the mortal plane. His soul was so much more powerful than everyone else’s so only other nascent souls could barely make his own budge. But, how could he have possibly found such a thing on the mortal plane?

‘… Good. This is good.’

Dyon snatched the massive bags the two Immortal Saints had brought with them, throwing them into his Inner World.

“It seems we’re going to have a good harvest today.” Dyon grinned, sending his words to Saru and Lilith.

“What did you find?”

“There’s a mist glass vein hidden deep within Mount Volaire that Skull was lucky enough to find five eruptions ago. Unfortunately for him, the last four eruptions didn’t clear that area, so he wasn’t able to find it. He came to try again this time, but failed to find it again.

“However, what they found this time was an equivalent volcanic ore vein. I can only say that this Skull is incredibly lucky. At least, that’s what I would say had I not known how this mist glass works…”

Dyon went on to explain his findings to the two women as he headed toward the volcanic ore vein. Though the two of them had gotten to it first, they hadn’t been powerful enough to head too deeply into it. Volcanic ore hadn’t been very useful to Dyon in the past, but he suddenly realized something.

If he used high quality volcanic ore to refine the Dragon King’s corpse… Just what kind of effect would it have?

As for mist glass, its fundamental ability was to raise awareness and comprehension ability. However, it was the way in which it did this that interested Dyon.

Like its name suggested, it reflected the mist over one’s heart, helping one to meditate over their weaknesses and fix them. It was a way of forcing one to face their inner demons and strengthen their Dao Heart. Such a treasure was invaluable.

Skull had used this ability to strengthen his senses for a short time and thus find the volcanic ore vein.

However, obviously, Dyon had no need of it. His Dao Heart was already too strong and by extension, his comprehension was maybe the best on the Immortal Plane. No… he was certain it was.

What Dyon realized was that this mist glass was perfect for Reaper.

Being able to force a person to face their inner demons… If this wasn’t the perfect ability for a Scythe, Dyon didn’t know what was. With high enough quality mist glass, Dyon was confident in repairing Reaper to be even stronger than it had been in the past.