Chapter 855 - 856: Gravity

Finding Xander wasn’t difficult. He lived in a tower like a legit tower. That bastard was living it up as the leader of a mercenary group.

Damon wasn’t too eager to find Xander, but he did go anyway. Mostly because he was in an awkward position and Wendy was pressuring him, so he just wanted to leave that house.

Besides, the quicker he could get his party together, the better. Maybe he could even find Sylvia.

Honestly speaking, this was going to be much harder without Sylvia Moonveil.

If she had been the one he found first, then it was evident her power would be useful in tracking down the others. Having a seer would be nice.

Then there was also Renata Malcrist. She had a useful skill set as well, but more importantly, he wondered where the Valtheron princess Abellona was. With her, he could rally everyone due to her status.

He took a deep breath.

Lilith Astranova was still a no-show as well. While he wasn’t too showy, he was surprised she hadn’t tracked him down yet.

’Is she in trouble,’ he thought, with a hint of worry.

No, that couldn’t be it. She was fine, this was Lilith Astranova, after all.

Besides, he couldn’t really die happily without entrusting his sister’s cure to her anyway.

When he thought that, he suddenly felt the world freeze as a flash of chaotic memories entered his mind.

He held his head slightly, feeling dizzy.

"Well, that was weird," he muttered. He could have sworn he’d been here before, but the last time he came, he was here with Sylvia and Lilith, who were throwing each other killer glares.

’Was that all in my head?’

He looked up at the tower and the tall walls that surrounded it. This area of the city was quite exclusive, as expected of Xander. He really knew how to live it up.

Damon gritted his teeth.

"So while I’ve been slaving away in prison, he was living like a king."

He really wanted to mess that guy up.

’Good thing I’m taking his firstborn,’ jealousy was an ugly green thing.

Damon approached the gate with his entourage, which was just three women. Three beautiful women.

Evangeline, with her long golden hair and golden eyes, was a sight to behold, breathtaking.

Leona’s dark hair and beastkin ears twitched. Her golden eyes and playful smile made her look approachable, her beauty warm in presence.

Then there was Wendy, with her long dark locks, bone sword, copper skin, and bare midriff that betrayed a wild side to this beauty.

The knights outside were instantly on guard.

"Halt." They crossed their spears together.

"You are approaching the Iron Guild. State your business."

Damon glanced at them. Second-class advancement, and he was making them act as sentinels.

"Iron Guild... what a shitty name," Damon sneered arrogantly.

Evangeline sighed. He was looking for a fight, she just knew it.

"Damon, don’t. Just don’t."

He grimaced, face full of disgust.

"What? What, can’t I have an opinion now? What an authoritarian and totalitarian act of oppression, hoping to coerce the common man with violence. I will not stand for such injustice."

The knights glanced at each other with a sigh. Remarkably, they didn’t lose their tempers.

"Sir, we only asked you to state your business."

Damon paused. They didn’t get angry. How was he supposed to make things difficult for Xander Ravenscroft if even his henchmen were so cultured and well-mannered?

"You dare ask about my business? My business is my business," his arrogant scream, reminiscent of a Karen, echoed out.

Evangeline sighed, shaking her head. This guy just wanted to make things difficult for Xander. She wondered if she should stop him, but after a moment’s thought, she looked at Leona, then Wendy, who were staying out of it.

"Ahh, whatever. I don’t want to get involved this time. Let this bastard do whatever."

The knights frowned.

"Sir, we apologize if we offended you, but this is merely a routine question."

"Ahh, a routine question. Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you recognize me? Go call your boss. He dares not educate people of my greatness."

The two guards had about enough. If this guy didn’t seem strong enough to cause a scene, they would have thrown him out already.

"And who might you be, sir?"

Damon gasped, full of false rage. His face even grew red.

"You—you dare insult me. You dare try to humiliate me. Fine, fine."

He reached into his shadow storage and pulled out a charm.

This was called [Voice of the Silent].

This charm had one simple ability, it was loud. This was one of the charms Damon didn’t think he’d ever use, but oh well. If it was to embarrass Xander Ravenscroft, so be it. How dare that bastard act high and mighty. How dare he start an organization before Damon did.

How dare he live in wealth while Damon struggled in poverty.

’It’s not fair... that pretty boy gets the good stuff.’

He brought the charm to his mouth and yelled.

"Xander Ravenscroft, get your ass out here. Roll while you’re at it."

Damon underestimated the power of the charm, because this thing managed to echo through every corner of the city. His very distinctive voice was heard all over the city.

Renata heard his voice, her face breaking into a smile.

"My lord... you’re here."

In a red room with weapons adorning every wall, Abellona scoffed.

"It seems that wretch has finally arrived."

It was good to know he was finally here.

In another corner of the city, Kashi the demon necromancer was checking on his skeletons. His hair stood on end when he heard that voice.

He knew that dreadful voice very well.

"Damon Grey..."

On a building overlooking the black tower, two women stood. One had white hair and was an elf with an exquisite face. The other was a red-haired human woman with emerald eyes. A flower rested in her hair, two petals fresh, the rest withered.

Sylvia the elf smiled.

"It seems Damon is here. Did he make such a bold announcement in the last timeline?"

Lilith shook her head, her expression cold.

"No. I was with him, so I made him calm down enough to not cause trouble. Besides, he had his hands full with the both of us."

Sylvia glanced at a floating book in front of her, frowning.

"We don’t have much time. We have to get that elixir quickly."

Lilith looked at the tower with a frown.

"Easier said than done. Not with Seraph Null watching us."

Sylvia nodded, a thin smile forming.

"Ordinarily, yes. But he has his work cut out for him dealing with Damon."

Lilith, who had experienced this before, knew what Seraph Null was planning.

"He wants to gather all dissent in one place. All those who oppose him together. After that, he’ll act to crush everything at once. That’s his end goal, and that’s why he’s letting Damon’s cult do as they want."

Sylvia smiled, a sinister expression on her beautiful face.

"And if we steal the Elixir of Pseudo Immortality, we change the timeline for everything. The butterfly effect will be quite a sight to behold."

Lilith frowned, taking a deep breath.

"I wouldn’t get too excited if I were you. Our goal is to stop a suicidal bastard, and one thing my previous attempts showed me was that Damon is a far better fighter than me. So I can’t stop him with force."

Sylvia smiled, tilting her head.

"You couldn’t stop him with love either, heheheh."

She laughed, not at Damon’s death, but at Lilith’s failings.

"Let’s go. We have a tower to overcome," Lilith said coldly.

"It will be a real shame if we fail," Sylvia replied.

.......

Meanwhile, back at the Iron Guild’s base, as soon as Damon bellowed, he looked awkwardly at the guards. The magic of the charm made it hard to pinpoint where the sound came from, but Xander heard his name, so he knew it was at his gates.

Damon glanced at the guards.

"Ahem, ahem... ca-can we talk about this?"

Their patience was at its limit.

"Seize them."

Evangeline frowned.

"Them? What did we do? You mean him."

Before the angry guards could act, someone came running in full armor, followed by many knights and a familiar-looking woman by his side.

When he saw Damon, his helm vanished as a smile grew on his face.

"Hahaha! Damon, you’re alive."

He opened his arms to give Damon a bear hug.

Damon’s face scrunched up in disgust as he died in the hug.

"Xander Ravenscroft..." mind you, these were the first words he said to a friend he hadn’t seen in months, in a strange land where they could die at any time.

"You really have the audacity to show off before this father. I see the fit, Xander. I know you are rich..."

Xander Ravenscroft looked down at his Ascendant armor—the Armor of the Bound Colossus.

"Th-this is what I normally wear, though..."

It was true. This was just Xander’s normal outfit.

Still, Damon needed a reason to be a hater.

"Are you rubbing your money in my face because I’m poor?"

He really wanted trouble, and Xander was used to it.

He turned to Evangeline for help.

"Do you mind?"

She walked over with a sigh, grabbing Damon’s hands.

"You are not poor. Stop causing trouble. Why do you always try to embarrass me wherever we go?"

Damon glared at him.

"You scum. You hide behind a woman."

Xander ignored him and looked at Leona, smiling.

"I missed you guys so much. Let’s go inside and talk."

Damon was pulled along, realizing with horror that Xander had built up resistance to rage-baiting.