Ainen had arrived in the Runebound Continent with his gang—Ron, Syl, Yelvina, Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea.

He had put everyone in Café Bistro while traveling a great distance toward the west, and after crossing an ocean of five thousand kilometers, he finally arrived at the Runebound Continent.

Since he was going to deal with an organization called Starion Blade Magic Tower, Ainen decided to go to a city belonging to them.

Starblade City.

Ainen took out the gang and entered the city together.

"This magic tower is massive." Ainen raised his eyebrows. "How tall is it? Twenty kilometers?"

'Yep. Starion Blade Magic Tower has the tallest tower. It's said they can observe the whole world and strike their foes from anywhere. Well, the saying is exaggerated, of course.'

"Brother, this city is so fancy!"

"Why are people flying on a sword?"

Ainen chuckled. "They are trying to look cool."

'People of Starion Blade Magic Tower practice in magic sword and swordplay with magic.'

"Let's enjoy the city a bit before wrecking this magic tower." Ainen smiled.

"Darling, can we go to that big floating glass sphere? I wonder what is inside." Saffa looked up at a floating land covered in a glass bubble.

"Yes, brother Ain! I also want to go there."

"It looks so cool."

'That must be the entertainment sphere. You can find various games and casinos there,' Lord Black informed.

And so, Ainen took everyone up there.

Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea made many turn their heads as they went inside after buying the tickets.

Many big shots of the city and people of Starion Blade Magic Tower were here, and it was inevitable that all kinds of people existed everywhere.

While Ainen and others went to play games—mainly for Ron and Syl to enjoy—a person who saw Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea quickly went to one of the larger buildings in this floating sphere and entered a luxurious room.

A man looking in his mid-twenties was sitting near the window, sipping tea while looking out. A woman was there, bent in front of his legs and giving him fellatio.

"Young Master Faxis, I just found three of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life."

Faxis turned his head to the short, middle-aged man, who was his 'woman finder' servant.

"That's your usual opening line. Show me their faces and figures."

"This time, they are truly the most beautiful, Young Master Faxis!" The middle-aged man took out a device that projected what he saw from his memories outside on a hologram.

Seeing the three otherworldly women—each with different hues of silver-blue hair and eyes—Young Master Faxis's eyes widened and sparked.

The woman looked at the hologram and clicked her tongue. Damn. And they have fluffy ears and tails on top of that.

She looked at Faxis's face and saw the gleam in his eyes. Well, the girls are done for. But they can't replace me, heh.

Faxis stood up and vanished, dashing into the bathroom. Water elements burst forth as he cleaned himself and wore new clothes before coming out.

"Take me to them. Right now."

"I would love to, but before that, we have to finish a job that Master Bolis has given you."

"Dad gave a job? What is it? Let's finish it fast and return."

…

Ainen and the others enjoyed a lot, especially Ron and Syl, who played exotic games and played in a fancy magic water park.

Two hours passed by in the blink of an eye, and Ainen was tired of people coming up and hitting on Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea.

The problem could be solved by simply releasing their aura of Emperor rank, but Ainen didn't want to attract people of Starion Blade while Ron and Syl were having fun.

Well, they were safe from annoyances for now since Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea were lying on a bed Ainen made at the edge of the pool where Ron and Syl played with Yelvina using magic balls and their Mana.

Alas, a fly still arrived to annoy them.

Faxis saw Ainen lying comfortably while hugging the three beauties he had seen, and his face turned ugly. He had already considered them his.

He walked and stopped right in front of the bed.

Ainen saw the guy with green hair looking at him with hate and raised his eyebrows. "What's up?"

However, Faxis smiled and said, "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I am Faxis Borana, the son of Starion Blade Magic Tower's Vice Leader."

"So?" Saffa tilted her head. "Get lost."

"Seriously, what kind of braindead moron are you?" Clovelle asked with a confused expression. "Your eyes tell us what you want, but you can't see anything past that, can you?"

"Dumbass can see that we're with our darling, and yet he dares to dance like a dog in heat." Fraisea snorted.

Faxis opened his mouth, but words didn't come out. His expression was confused and disbelieving.

Were these people for real?!

He had just introduced himself and shown his immense backing, and yet, they proceeded to insult him.

His face showed his true colors as it darkened. "I will tell you nicely just one time. Leave that man and come serve me. If you do that, I might just spare this guy and those two kids."

The faces of Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea turned icy. In an instant, Faxis was frozen into a popsicle. But in the next moment, a tiny spark touched him—containing Ainen's wrath for threatening Ron and Syl—and reduced him into particles.

Young Master Faxis, the son of the Vice Leader of Starion Blade Magic Tower.

Dead.

The King-rank guards saw the surge of power and shouted, "HOW DARE YOU! Fighting is prohibited here!"

Soon, Ainen and the group were surrounded by King-rank powerhouses and an Emperor rank who was overseeing this floating sphere.

But the middle-aged man who brought him here was frozen with fear as he fell to his knees.

"D-Dead… they just k-killed Young Master Faxis."

Ainen had already sent Ron, Syl, and Yelvina back into Café Bistro in his inventory.

"I guess our little vacation is over."

Ainen and the girls stood up.

"What did you say?!" The Emperor-rank overseer looked at the middle-aged man with disbelief. "Did you just say Young Master Faxis is dead?"

"Y-Yes. I saw them turn him into ice, and then he just vanished into thin mist!"

"He is right." Ainen smiled at the Emperor-rank overseer. "That piece of trash is dead. The question here is—do you want to die or not? Do you warrant death or not?"

"If I had the power to judge you by seeing your life, I would do that, but who am I to judge?" Ainen laughed. "I don't judge; I only deliver."

The Emperor-rank overseer suddenly vanished and appeared before Ainen, his blade already at Ainen's throat, touching it.

"You've spoken enough nonsense. Now speak—why did you kill Faxis? Why are you here?"

Ainen carefreely smiled despite the blade touching his throat and answered, "I am here to destroy, obliterate, and completely annihilate the Starion Blade Magic Tower."

A strange silence descended all over.

And then—

People burst into laughter.

"What did he just say?! Pfff…"

"Hahahahah, destroy Starion Blade?! What kind of joke is that?"

"I know! He must be high on that new product that was launched recently. I'm telling you, it makes you think like you're the king of the world."

"Hahahaha…"

Ainen smiled at the Emperor rank, his eyes glinting briefly with sparks.

A green mist rippled outward, instantly melting the sword—and his hand—into fine particles.

The Emperor-rank overseer was horrified as he stepped back. He churned out his Mana to fight this, but even his Mana was getting corroded!

"W-What did you do?! Stop it!"

The man saw his other arm corroding away and dispersing into fine mist. He wasn't even feeling any pain, but death was approaching him without pause!

"I have no enmity with you, so I'm killing you without giving you pain."

"Noo!"

In the next moment, the fine dark green mist increased its process and instantly killed the man.

Ainen called this element Breakdown, and as its name suggested, it broke things down to specific atoms he desired with his mastery of elements.

The King-rank guards pissed their pants upon seeing the overseer vanish.

All the laughter died down, all sound gone except for the sound of water from the water park.

"Let's go and finish the quest."

Ainen enveloped the girls in a faint barrier before all four of them vanished.

Shortly, he arrived on top of the Starion Blade Magic Tower, twenty kilometers high up.

"Not a bad tower."

Ainen snapped his fingers as a small bead formed from colorful streams of elements before turning pitch black with a green hue.

With that, his aura was sensed by the Emperors in the tower as twelve of them appeared and surrounded Ainen.

"Who are you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

By the time they arrived, the bead had entered the Tower, merging with its structure and starting to break it down while devouring its atoms and quickly erasing the tower from the top.

All of them saw it vanishing quickly and were alarmed.

"What the hell did you do?!"

"Stop it!"

They used various skills on the tower and tried to stop the decomposition themselves, but to no avail.

"It will not stop," Ainen's voice rang.

"Kill him and it will stop!"

All of them attacked Ainen.

A dozen slashes of light tore through the sky. Swords of sound, flame, thunder, and will converged upon him like judgment.

Ainen raised one hand.

The sky inverted.

Their spells curved backward, folding like ribbons in a hurricane. The very laws they invoked turned traitor. The first Emperor, wielding a flaming blade, watched his own fire twist around him and become a spiral of blue frost, freezing him into a statue of glassy flame.

The frozen figure shattered into harmless dust that scattered like petals in the wind.

The second Emperor commanded gravity itself. Exotic swords bearing the heavy weight of condensed force orbited him, crushing space as they turned.

Ainen snapped his finger.

The second one's own spells imploded silently, consuming their master into a singular point of light no larger than a tear before the space mended.

The third and fourth Emperors combined their arts—sword rain and soul illusions—creating a phantasmal battlefield of infinite blades. The sky filled with blades that shimmered like stars, all pointed toward Ainen.

"Beautiful," he said. "Let's make it art."

He raised both hands. The blades froze midair, their reflections multiplying in the countless raindrops still suspended from earlier spells. Then, like marionettes cut loose, they turned—not toward Ainen, but toward their creators.

A moment later, the illusion collapsed, leaving only drifting motes of light.

Ainen transformed their own attacks and spells, wresting their control, bending their powers, and ending them in ways they couldn't imagine—but in a swift and painless way. All of them died in less than a second.

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