Family Reunion At The Peaceful Rain Villa

 

 

 

As the raging Yun Beishang was being slowly crooned over by a nice and beautiful voice inside his mind back on New Earth, the battle on the arena had already come to a stop. As Natalia, with only 30% of her HP remaining, came out from the back-lines and closed in onto Palas, Palas also made a simple gesture but all of his people remained on the spot as they lowered their arms and shoulders.

After what seemed to be the share of a few words with even the Cold Dictator bowing slightly his head and back, very slightly but sill; a bow. The two seemingly Association's Squad Leaders took their leave from their small meeting in-between both the remaining forces, with quite a discrepancy on the much smaller amount of players at the Sharpened Vanguard Hall's side.

Just when the weirded out viewership and the crowds on Main Kingdom were getting relaxed and began to wait for the proceeding of the battle; the Sharpened Vanguard Hall's players all disappeared, noiselessly. Soon after, only the Cold Dictator remained, and with a face that was definitely not shameful but one that did hold quite some anger within, nodded in reverence towards The Order casually before also departing noiselessly.

*PING* Global System Announcement: Attention to all Journeyers, the champion for the Association vs Association segment has been defined; the League of The Order has taken first place for this Global Tournament's segment, and has gained innumerable rewards to keep on upgrading one's Association as well as rewarding their each overall participating member of this competition. They have had brought innumerable reputation, honor and glory to all of the Bright Sunset Region of Main Kingdom. All of Main Kingdom is know aware of the magnificence of the League of The Order and they will remain first place on the Association Leaderboards until the start of the next Global Tournament of Rising Essence. We encourage all players to keep on improving and to work as one even as many of you have joined this magical world.

*PING* Global System Announcement: Attention to all Journeyers, the champion for the Association vs Association segment has been defined; the League of The Order has taken...

*PING* Global System Announcement: Attention to all Journeyers, the champion for the Association vs Association segment has been defined; the League of The Order has taken...

*PING* Global System Announcement: Attention to all Journeyers, the champion for the Association vs Association segment has been defined; the League of The Order has taken...

"... ... ... ... ... ... ...WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH~~!!!!" It took a moment for the everyone who was watching this happened to finally be able to react to it, it was impossibly sudden, and just as The Order was employing a change of tactics that everyone could see but couldn't tell nor speak about, bum, it happened as the skies and the heavens struck to beyond death a sinning player and as for that player; he might as well be in some jail of Main Kingdom and waiting to be judged by the city lord of said jail or even the Royal Emperor of the Main Division itself.

Nonetheless, the reputation that The Order has gained until today, was completely erasing all of their previous infamy and, even Edorn's words from before were nothing more than a baby's cries. It was to the point that Edorn's Honed Will Sect was even placed below the top 10 Associations and never to be discussed with even the top 20 Associations ever again. Well, nothing's absolute, but still.

Besides that, the words from Sun Worshipper and Emotional Debt were now the truest, and with the championship of one of them being no other than The Order against an enemy that was incredibly strong by themselves without the need of an intensely powerful Hidden Class having such incredible skills that went beyond what even Legendary Hidden Classes could achieve; they still managed to make their way into the 2nd place of the Association vs Association segment even though they didn't do that well in the Team vs Team segment.

And for a second place, the famous words 'only second' were but the less accurate ones, as an Association that they had to go against which managed to defeat the champion of the Team vs Team segment, also having won against other Associations who were similarly strong by themselves without the obvious need and help of an impossibly strong Hidden Class. To be that Association's opponent as the final one in the competition, it was definitely a show of their own strength, and it did show, as even after a few minutes, they still managed to hold their own even as they faced more than one Universal Hidden Class.

Naturally, besides their Association group composition being that of one to resist tons of incoming damage as well as having enough healing classes around allowed the Sharpened Vanguard Hall to get their people to come to facing off a The Order who were going fully 'all-out'—at least in the eyes of everyone except The Order itself and Yun Beishang's—with less than half their numbers and still retain their own foothold as if it was the first minute of their confrontation; the Sharpened Vanguard Hall, was deserving of its unique name.

In the same manner, being an Association that defeated the glorious Guerilla Guild and other Founding Clan Associations as well as the most incredible Association from the most incredible players, the Sharpened Vanguard Hall was not a weaker nor an unfitting enemy that The Order nor the finals and the people watching it were not supposed to fight. It ended well, even if just abruptly and tasteless even.

Soon after, as the cheering from Main Kingdom crowds around the arenas on the coliseums were just as thunderous as when they commenced, the girls of The Order on the arena were still there and not disappearing. When Sash jolted her head back, was also the moment that the invisible barriers around all of the arena went down...

"WOOOO-HOORAAAAAAAY!!!"

"The Order's beauties and angels are the best!! Forever the best!!"

"For a world with the League of The Order, hell yeah!!!"

"Girls~~!! Have my babieeeees~~!!" A female player with eyes that rivaled those of Yun Beishang's whenever he woke up under a few little bodies of naked maids, shouted out as she seemingly threw her bra out of her bag onto the stage with such strength that it actually hit Yona for a little bit, enough for her to sniff it. Of course, that naughty woman was teleported to jail a second later for a minute or less due to her 'passive' damage done to the public.

"WOHOO-WO-HOOOO~~!! THE-OR-DER! THE-OR-DER!"

"THE OR-DER! THE OR-DER! THE OR-DER! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH~~!!!"

"!!!!!!"

At once, the Maidens and Ladies of the Order turned blushing, and it wasn't just the ones that were fighting, as more than 200 people, along with the inhabitant Maidens of Main Kingdom all reappeared on the arena; all at once. Like this, everyone on the arena became drowned in cheering, confessions of true love and vows of loyalty for a whole lifetime and all to come.

Ah, the effect of beauty, it is just as always, incredible! And the only reason they were no longer wearing a mask, except Sash, was not because of the sake of attracting this kind of attention and more popularity. But because there was no longer a need to hide themselves from 'certain' kind of danger; it was also not because of Yun Beishang's strength, but because it was more obvious than even possible.

That's why, only that little shy but oh so tempting body of Sash was the only one wearing a mask, though Xiao Ruo's berserker-like skull helmet and Estel's hat and glasses were rather hiding their features perfectly well, or almost perfectly.

***

 

Schadenfreude Polar City, capital of the Silent Vanity Region at the North of New Earth.

 

Tron Founding Clan's territory.

In a room at the very center of the main building of the Tron Clan's territory, inside a dining room with a table so large and wide that it was at least 3 times larger and wider than Yun Beishang's at the Peaceful Rain Villa's Dining Room.

Clink-munch, munch... clank-munch... glu, glu... clink-clink clank-munch, munch, munch...

On one of the extremes of the insanely large and wide dining table, an old man with barely a few wriggle-less spots on his wrists and neck was calmly eating on the dining table from a large plate with a diameter of 60cm and whose contents were only left with a few lettuces leaves and carrot-tomatoes species on it.

As he ate, there were dozens of people, numbering more than even 300 people around the dining, they were definitely not hungry and their faces were even less to those of annoyed or bored people for every single one of them. They were all looking at the old man eat, eat and eat to his heart's content as he slowly did so but without actually having any elegance other than the respect he had for such a delicious meal.

Some of the other people were sweating, some were even ready at the get-go to get on their knees and start kowtowing like they would instantly implode if they weren't, just that these were only waiting for the old man still eating and drinking to look at them.

The seat the old man was on was not luxurious, but it emitted strong waves of power and was built from the metal that is the most flexible and paper-like but hardest as well; seating on such a chair-throne whose base splat all the way up to the palmette was of 5 meters in width and whose length was of 15 meters, still nothing compared to the almost 120 meters tall walls around though.

Towards the left of such a enormous and fearful chair-throne, was an ever so smaller than even small chairs, as a little girl of about 10 years old or more sat on it. She had brown hair and clear brown eyes, she was eating and wolfing down an entire roasted duck by herself as she used only a fork to eat away its meat gracefully.

Her mouth was quite dirtied by it, and some delicious pieces of the roasted duck's skin were all over her bloated cheeks as she enjoyed it speechlessly with her eyes wide open. As she was about to finish her last bite of it, she began trembling with excitement on her chair, her eyes coming to a crescent and her entire little body appearing just so cute.

The people respectfully waiting for Tron Palas to finish his meal had all of their each and every heart become melted from the sweetness of such an adorable little girl, but none of them voiced it out nor did they dared to look at Little Riria for more than a few seconds, parting their gaze from her while hoping she didn't notice.

"Oh, silly you~, hm... hoh hoh ho~. Come here, aiya." An old; very old and long-trailing voice sounded to the little girl's right, as she opened her eyes and stopped squirming crazily, she looked at her grandpa with worshiping eyes as she propped her chin up and awaited the incoming napkin to destroy away her dirty face in helplessness as she didn't know she was dirty on her face. If she did, she would've eaten it instead, what a waste...

"Nnnnneeeegh-hehehe~!" At the end of Tron Palas cleaning her face, the little girl wrinkled her nose and shook her head many 'no's' at him while the napkin on her face remained on the bridge of her nose; caringly.

"Alright, enough you little missy. Go ahead now, and take a nap, okay? Grandpa will bring you to play with more monsters tonight, where do you want to go, ah? Ah~, don't tell grandpa, grandpa will bring you anywhere you want to go, hahaha. There you go." With his voice becoming so warm, so warm to the point the people around him were holding themselves with all of their willpower to not show a warm countenance; the Little Riria who was the pride and heart of the Tron Founding Clan left with a light kiss on her grandpa's forehead as she sleepily batted her eyes a few times.

Seeing her leave, old Tron Palas and his large smile never left the back of the precious gem of their Founding Clan, once she turned into a corner and the overprotective uncle of her took her hand that was waiting for her to come out of her fine meal left with her, old Tron Palas turned to face the dining table as everyone else lowered their heads at once.

"..." Some long silence went over for a long, long time, but nobody dared to utter out a single noiseless breathing sound. Finally, after every single on of them felt their nape turn wobbly and frail as if it only needed a blade from a safe scissors to be fully cut away and separated from their bodies; old Tron Palas spoke.

"Well, what are you all doing here, huh? Speak or move! No, rather, just get out of my sight, go on, go on!" With his hands being now seen as he flung them off to urge them to leave as every single one of the people present felt their lungs once again as if they didn't exist before and their eyes opened in relief; everyone began to stand up slowly while looking at each other before bowing in deep reverence to the Clan Head of the Founding Tron Clan and began to leave the room from the smallish door that was a hundred meters away from where Tron Palas was standing close to which was also the one which Little Riria used to go to bed.

Step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step...

As the unending steps resounded not loudly, but clearly still, Tron Palas remained on the spot, seemingly completely unfazed by the old age as he glanced at them with a pair of indifferent eyes that simply gave off extremely utterly unconcerned of his own bloodline. This has been Tron Palas for the last decade, ever since the felled Clan Heads, parents of Tron Riria died off to the past, Tron Palas, a 501 year old elder had not only taken the reins of the Founding Clan for himself; brutally.

But he has also even ordered the death sentence of many others, even those close to Tron Riria's bloodline without a care after the events from back in the days; purgatory was made for a certain branch in the main bloodline of the Trons, and ever since, not even the other Grand Elders of the other Founding Clans dared say a single thing to him nor about it. Either by guilt or out of fear; weakness.

Step... Step, step!

"Sir!" At this moment, from the door that Tron Palas was close by, a young man wearing a navy blue uniform took a long step into the dining room before taking a stance and saying out loud after a couple of sonorous, fierce footsteps were heard from his feet.

"Hmm?" Not even saying anything, the old eyes and wrinkly eyelids of Tron Palas whose grey, barely white, hair was barely visible on his head turned to face the young man in uniform. After the initial fear but also deepest of reverences were ignited in the young man's heart in an uniform, he responded, "Clan Head, the 'commitments' have been all sent to the Young Ma-"

Suddenly, when the young man was about to say 'young master of', he saw Tron Palas lift his eyebrows at him and his words, as if a tiger was just recoiling his rear legs while playfully looking at the dumb bird in front. "Y-Y-Y-...'Yun boy' you've spoken of... but, Clan Head, is this really alright? We... kinda promised to-ah, nevermind."

Chortling at the young man's quick wits, Tron Palas placed his extended down arms behind his back and lowered his head as he took a step forth and closed in on the young man. Letting his right hand then land on the young man's right shoulder, as a pressure overwhelmed the young man even as he knew he wasn't being targeted at all, he heard Tron Palas continue. "Yeah, stop asking. Now tell me, kid. What else did you came here for? I just had my meal..."

"!" With the young man's eyes going wide and his pupils constricting to the words 'I just had' and definitely much more at the 'my meal'; the young man took quite a few gulps down his throat from saliva and even then, imaginary saliva before responding with dry words. "Clah-Cl-Clan Head, there is a message from the Crestfallen Industry."

"Oh? Just tell it, you didn't had to wait for everyone else to leave neither." Realizing that he was safe, as the Clan Head already knew of his 'arrival' even as he was more than 1 kilometer away just a few dozens of seconds ago, the young man then nodded and gulped down a healthy amount of saliva before speaking now clearly and stably. "It is indeed so, but Clan Head, it is somewhat 'especial'. There is a letter of introduction of this vocal message, and we only know that it is from the Crestfallen Industry as it was a guard wearing their uniform, Clan Head knows that only them can wear such a precious thing. As for the peculiarity of this voice message, it was rather simple; ahem: 'From Y.G. and Y.Z. to old friend P.T.; meet us at the Central Headquarters of the Crestfallen Industry in 10 days.'. That is it, Clan Head."

"!!!" After the young man spoke, he made a formal gesture by bowing his head and with both his arms fully to the sides before slowly stepping back, he then bowed again and right after turned around before moving out of the dining room.

All this while, Tron Palas's eyes turned wildly with their pupils constricted and their iris trembling, he felt the center of his chest become spacious and windy before he then slowly sighed out heavily as his eyes turned complicated.

***

 

Peaceful Rain Villa, Dining Room.

 

"Leader, a new message from the Tron Palas has reached us." An incredible infrasonic set of noises reached Yun Beishang's left and then right ear, he dropped down the scoop of soup he was eating as Natalia looked at him with blinking eyes, as if she just found a new world.

Meanwhile, Yun Beishang sent back a message through his heart to the previous speaker, "What, again? Do they want something now, or what?"

 

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