“I’ve kept your robe nice and clean for you. Unfortunately I had to remove it from your body to keep it safe, but I think letting your rotting corpse tarnish it would be worse. So…how are you doing?”
Leumas entered flow state. One hundred percent ass sucking mode activated. Leumas just needs to butter Greg up enough, potentially ceasing his anger. If successful, he might make it out alive, maybe without harm.
“Where is my corpse?” Zhong Greg asked.
“Well, you see I didn’t dare disturb such a holy being like you too much, so I left it in the forest. Whether it’s still there or the state of it, I do not know.”
“You didn’t dare, huh? How come you still killed me then, you lying rat?” The Zhong was angry. How dare this little worm show up, kill him, rob him of his only remaining possession, then when confronted, lie straight to his face? The audacity was simply otherworldly.
“Well, I don’t know who might be listening in on this conversation, so I can’t say too much, but just know, I mistakenly thought of you as a hooligan con artist. In my moment of foolishness, I acted rashly; I beg that your greatness forgive me!” Kiss. More. Ass. It's the only way. Things were not looking good though.
“Okay, hold up for just a moment. I know you think this brown nosed behavior is working, and normally you’d be right, but you keep saying the wrong things. First you admit to killing me, which was only an assumption on my part, then you admit to desecrating my corpse and leaving it to rot in some barren woods, then you insult my cultivation. Do you think I would not be able to tell if others were eavesdropping on us? There are not more than a dozen creatures in this universe capable of doing so, and none are in this region. You need to step up your game—”
“Mister, with all due respect, but the barriers of this universe are weak and fragile, not at all capable of withstanding forceful entry from outside. Do not, under any circumstance, assume your—or anyone else’s—knowledge to be an accurate estimate of powerhouses in your universe. That would be incredibly foolish.” Leumas began heavy gesticulation and winking towards Greg in hope of notifying it to his stalkers presence. Having the two of them butt heads would be optimal.
“Are you having a stroke?” Asked Greg with unlimited bafflement. Was getting told off too much for this flowery dandy too bare? Maybe he’s mentally ill, and he’s being too harsh on him. Before he could draw any further conclusion about Leumas’ mental state, a strange tug began nagging at his soul connection. At first Greg was confused, but with time he realized it was a sort of code. He is watching, it said. Greg tied it to Leumas instantly and got ready to dish out his revenge, now aware of his sound state of mind. However, upon further retrospection, he realized something.
“Someone actually is watching.” Greg, despite not wanting to admit his wrongs, discovered something amiss. Not in the room, the city, or even the planet—no, it was a great distance away. Hidden in an alcove of space, behind the furthermost planet in the system, there was…something. There was no aura radiating from it, but Greg’s instincts warned him of danger. It was too weak, in a sense. “The only reason I can identify it is due to the repulsive power working tirelessly to evict it from the universe. This might get difficult…”
“Mister, I hope we can work something out. I’m sure you can tell by now that I meant no harm. I offer my sincere apologies for any damage my actions may have caused! For strange reasons unknown to me, I feel eyes on me at all times. I’ve been jittery as a result. You strike me as an honest, trustworthy, and just person, please do not punish me too badly for my transgression.”
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“Huh? Don’t worry about it. It appears it might not be your fault after all.” Leaving nothing but his voice and a massive gust of wind, Greg vanished from Leumas’ room. With no warning, he was thrown backwards, hitting his empty head against the fragile wall, collapsing it in the process.
Leumas’ attention was not on his lack of injury or the couple shouting at him, but on the unique vibrations in space. “They’re about to fight!”
With no time to waste on anger or indignation, Leumas commence operation Stealth. As indicated by its complex and superfluous name, operation Stealth involved hiding. In the case of this very situation he didn’t dare hope for, Leumas planned on using his various means and abilities to hide directly under the nose of his assailants. His stalker should be incapable of discerning his new form had he not seen Leumas transform. Thus, when the two remained distracted, Leumas used a minor space-time distortion to rapidly switch locations.
Emerging in a downtrodden alleyway, Leumas reinvented his appearance with By Creation, adorned a shabby robe he found on the ground, hid every trace of his aura and power, before running the fuck away. On foot, of course.
“Regardless of who wins, they would either be left in an incapacitated state or an angered one. Doesn't matter which, if they still care about me, they would assume I ran away. No one in their right mind would expect me to remain in this place, much less those two in angered ones.”
It was too early to let his guard down though. Samuel, who no longer held any connection to the dandy Leumas, needed to play his new role perfectly. Those two monster's spirit senses stretched great distances, making anyone on this planet a potential suspect. Even if unlikely, Samuel would take no chances. Therefore, due to his robe, Samuel became a temporary homeless person.
His storage ring was placed in his personal inventory, removing all traces of money from him. His face became strangely covered in soot and dirt, while he himself laid down on the dirty pavement. There were quite a few homeless people in the city, making mixing in easy. Across the street from him was another, who just smiled with compassion and sadness his way.
“This story is not for the books. Never, for as long as I live, will another living soul know of my cowardice. How can I spin this to be heroic…”
While the dufus was wrecking his pea-brain over nonsense, two monstrosities were having a face off in the middle of space.
“What manner of creature are you?” asked the younger man. His height was considered average, but compensated for with his face and body. Similar to a Greek god, his face and muscles were chiseled to the extreme, while his golden hair flowed freely down his strong back.
Opposite him was another, scarier man. Eyes and hair were the darkest of dark, sucking in the minds of anyone not powerful enough to resist. He was tall and buff, while radiating a certain ferocity. However, he radiated no aura of any kind. He was like a black hole incarnate. There, but inconceivable.
“That’s not a very nice question, boy. What do you want?” he answered. He was clearly not afraid of the newly approached youth, which caused Greg further trepidation of what was to come. He was radiating over half of his maximum power, yet his opponent didn’t even flinch. Greg was seriously considering retreating and asking for backup, but knew that this creature would no doubt escape if threatened. Perhaps coming back for revenge afterward.
“Well, I think we both know you should not be here. Although your origins are a mystery to me, the traces of the Nothingness on you expose your foreign nature. Why are you—”
“I’m not here to destroy anything or anyone, but my purpose is something you are not qualified to know. Now, either you leave voluntarily, or I make you; you’re disturbing my focus. You are not ready to face the consequences this might bring…what?”
Dread soon consumed the entire universe.