Over 70 gazes converged onto Dyon. All of the youths seemed to want to see just who exactly it was that was being added so late. At the same time, another 70 gazes converged onto Butler 97. And, unlike the gazes of the youth that carried curiosity, there’s carried undisguised contempt.

Dyon was quite surprised by this turnout.

In truth, considering he was the most powerful man on the mortal plane, it had been very long since anyone looked at him with contempt. However, after coming to the immortal plane, it seemed to happen every time he took a step outside.

This time, however, the gazes weren’t for him, but were rather for the butler by his side. It was only after noticing how their mentors treated Dyon’s butler that the youths began to look at him with sneers. It seemed they had realized that the status of Dyon’s butler was quite low.

“If you want.” Dyon suddenly said. “I can wipe those smiles off their faces, I’m not a very patient person, as you can probably tell.”

The expressions of many froze upon hearing Dyon’s words.

“97!” After laughing uproariously, a butler with a round belly stepped forward. However, despite the shape of his gut, the rest of his body was brimming with so much power that the air trembled in his presence. “To think that you’d bring another with you. Though these sorts of events are open to all, can’t you tell that you’re unwelcome? You can’t even control the mouth of this boy you’ve chosen?”

Dyon seemed to understand something after taking another look around.

There were 108 butlers, but there were barely over 70 here. This meant that not all butlers were meant to participate. And, judging by the aura of the weakest butler here – setting 97 aside – even he was several times more powerful than the old man by Dyon’s side.

It was clear and obvious, then, that though this place was open to all butlers, there was a tacit understanding that butlers below a certain level of strength wouldn’t appear. Clearly, Butler 97 didn’t care about these rules at all and appeared here with Dyon regardless.

‘Interesting… This might be a better opportunity than I thought. This’ll speed things up.’

“I’m not interested in having a spat with you, 71.” Butler 97 replied calmly. “I’ll be adding this little one to the fold.”

“So he can die like the last one?”

Hearing these words, even the usually exceptionally calm 97 had a gaze that spit fire. He was about to respond, but Dyon smiled and patted his shoulder.

His grin was so confident that 97 couldn’t help but pause, looking toward Dyon with a stunned expression.

Butler 97 regained his calm quickly and completely ignored 71’s words, something that was completely out of the latter’s expectations. Though 97 was always calm, it was ironically quite easy to get him to lose his cool as long as you prodded at his reverse scale.

71’s expression was a bit unsightly due to being ignored, however when he turned to pressure Dyon with his gaze, he found the latter looking toward him with an expressionless visage. It was a look without fanfare, and it wasn’t accompanied by a flurry of venomous words, but it still made a cold shiver creep up his spine.

Fortunately for him, no one seemed to notice that he had been pressured by the gaze of a young pup.

In the end, 71 frowned and snorted, not paying attention to them anymore. However, he still looked toward his mentee, a young man with a gut just as large as his and a body only a few steps weaker in imposing aura.

‘Kill him.’ 71 said via voice transmission.

The young man grinned, revealing a set of ghastly yellow teeth filled with bits of food from his past meals. Clearly, this wasn’t something his mentor had to tell him twice.

At that moment, a dull light swept through the room and a new figure appeared at the head, looking toward the group with an indifferent gaze.

Without hesitation, those in the undecorated underground room bowed in unison toward the man, expressing their respect.

The man was dressed much like the other butlers, except there were two small differences. The gloves of his hands, instead of being white, were blood red. In addition, there was a rose on his lapel that wafted a fragrance far stronger than it should have. Despite being tens of meters away from the man, Dyon could still smell it clearly.

‘I don’t recognize this heavenly herb…’ Dyon thought to himself.

As he was in his thoughts, he almost didn’t notice that the man’s gaze had landed onto him. It wasn’t because he was interested in Dyon, but because the only man standing tall in a room filled with bowing figures was too conspicuous.

However, even if Dyon bent his principles a little for the sake of his storyline, bowing to another man or woman was something he would never do. If this man insisted on pursuing this, Dyon wouldn’t mind just forgetting the whole thing and snatching the rewards of this place by force.

Whether or not he could actually do that was unknown to him. After all, at the end of the day, this was still the inheritance of an Immortal God. However, he didn’t care.

Luckily, the man only stared at him with an indifferent gaze and looked away. In addition, since the rest had their heads lowered, no one even noticed Dyon’s lack of action.

“73 participants. Come with me.”

With a wave of his hand, Dyon and 72 others vanished, leaving only their mentors behind.