Chapter 73

Throughout history, the most deserving of a beating have always been the scoundrels.

A scoundrel who thoroughly embodies the essence of being a scoundrel, and lives for a very long time, all the way to the present, can only mean one thing: this person is not only a scoundrel but also incredibly strong, capable of fighting even when their actions make others want to beat them to death after just three minutes of interaction, and still manages to live a comfortable life.

Sigma felt that the nominal supreme leader of the Necromancer Academy, the Dark King Sargeras, was such a scoundrel.

Not only had he reached a certain level of scoundrelhood, but he had also reached a certain level of strength. Sigma even maliciously speculated that Sargeras's formidable combat power might be due to his early years of being so insufferable that no one could protect him, forcing him to fight for his own survival. In the endless cycle of "being insufferable and provoking others—getting beaten—fighting back—killing—being even more insufferable to even stronger people," he had raced to legendary status. Just like the web novels he had read in his past life, the protagonist, born with a face that naturally provoked ridicule, attracted various forms of displeasure and hostility, often facing unfair treatment and provocations. To break the vicious cycle of discrimination and the unfairness of fate, the protagonist not only had to turn the tables but also defy the heavens, constantly growing stronger and killing, eventually becoming the strongest in the world despite the implicit hostility of almost everyone. This plot, though initially seeming mindless, was deeply moving and tear-jerking upon closer reflection. Just think, what kind of strong person could thrive in a cruel reality where it seemed like everyone in the world was out to get them, and become a hero who could take revenge on the world?

Thinking of this, Sigma looked at Sargeras with admiration and appreciation. Without a doubt, he had categorized Sargeras as one of those people and had even fabricated a backstory of a weakling who had been disowned, imagining Sargeras's former miserable appearance, which made him feel much better—though it was all in his imagination.

This was Sigma's way of achieving mental victory.

Indeed, even though he very much wanted to punch this guy to the ground and beat him up, Sigma had to suppress his violent urges, restraining himself again and again. Because Sargeras's twisted sense of humor not only lay in making the other person furious with a few cold jokes, but he also eagerly anticipated the other person losing control and attacking him. In such a situation, Sargeras would easily knock the other person down and beat them up while they were still raging, and the other person's shocked and furious expression was the highest form of enjoyment for Sargeras.

In short, among the legends of Atlas, this dignified and seemingly reliable figure, in terms of twisted sense of humor and insufferability, was probably unmatched.

Sigma used his mental victory method to calm his anger, fearing that Athena, in her youthful impetuosity, might not be able to resist. He casually placed his hand on the angel's hands, which were neatly placed on her lap. The angel girl's face turned slightly red, and she glared at Sigma. However, Sigma's concern was unnecessary. Although Athena was somewhat naive, her memory was good. The terrifying experience of being scattered by Sargeras's death gaze had made her clearly recognize the vast gap between a seasoned legend and a newly ascended saint. She patiently refrained from showing any dissatisfaction—apparently, the events of the past few days had indeed made her grow.

No longer arrogant, no longer irritable, and no longer spouting slogans like "I am the main battle angel Athena of the Rune Heavy Armor" or "I protect the glory of heaven," after experiencing such a terrible setback and heavy blow, Athena indeed seemed much more composed...

Sargeras looked at Sigma, then at Athena, and finally at their intertwined hands, and smiled arrogantly. "You two are getting cozy~"

"Don't try to stir up trouble for a big story," Sigma shot a sidelong glance at Sargeras. "Is it really that you can't talk about the Light and Dark War and the fallen angels, or are you just messing with us?"

Sargeras put down his milk tea, sat up straight, and looked at Sigma seriously. His expression made Athena and Sigma's hearts sink—apparently, this wasn't going to happen. But then they heard Sargeras say solemnly, "I'm messing with you."

"..." Sigma and Athena were speechless, but they felt a sense of relief. If they could hear such crucial clues, being messed with would be worth it.

Sargeras looked at the two, whose expressions were once again filled with anticipation, and smiled arrogantly. "I was lying, I really can't say."

"..." The angel and the necromancer's expressions turned wooden. Athena, however, reached out and held Sigma's hand. The two silently exchanged a glance and understood each other's thoughts—this beating will be postponed, but once we reach legendary status, we'll give this old bastard a good thrashing!

"Your looks make me want to strike first, at least to break even..." Sargeras said slowly.

Seeing the two tense up, he smiled arrogantly again. "Just kidding, I've been ganged up on by multiple legends before. Which time did they suffer more? When you feel the urge, just come find me."

... Damn, more than once! You're a real expert at courting death!

Sargeras, having had his fun, got down to business. "It seems the angel girl has told you about the Nine Realms? I originally planned to wait until you reached legendary status, and your soul left your body to travel to the Sea of Laws at the center of the universe to experience the essence of the world. On the way, you would naturally see it. But now... knowing is knowing."

He continued to study his milk tea and slowly said, "The events at Mount Heaven, we legends have ways of knowing. You know about telescopes, right? The principle of telescopes is the manipulation of light, which is taught in alchemy classes. In theory, a giant telescope could be built to allow a mortal to see the scenery of the other eight realms. However, this is just a theory, because space is dark, and the manufacturing technology is not precise enough. The telescopes made by civilians and ordinary academies can at most see the craters on the moon, and beyond that, they can't see much else..."

"However, the principles of the world are interconnected. While alchemy cannot create extremely precise instruments to observe the other eight realms, magic can, as the principle is merely the manipulation of light. The element manipulation abilities of legends are precise enough, and with our new souls, seeing the affairs of other realms is not too difficult," Sargeras explained slowly. "Of course, it's not exactly easy, because we have legends, and they have legends. Unauthorized peeping is very impolite and can be blocked by their powerful figures."

"The reason we could see the events at Mount Heaven was because of the Light and Dark War, where almost all the top experts on the planet were involved, leaving no one to block our perception. So, the legendary experts from all realms gathered, sitting on small stools with popcorn, watching the annual cosmic drama, which was truly eye-opening," Sargeras glanced at Athena. "The demon lord from the Martian Lava Hell standing next to me almost laughed himself to death."

Athena's face turned pale and red. This humiliating event, which disgraced the entire solar system, was indeed considered a great shame by some of the main battle angels. She couldn't help but ask, "The root cause of the angel's fall is..."

"That I can't say. After the war, the angels wrapped things up, and the holy angels came to talk to us. Although they had suffered through a civil war, they were still the eldest and most beloved children of the Father God. If they went crazy, the consequences would be unimaginable, especially for the human race of Noren, with the demons of Mars watching from the sidelines. Heaven was a potential special ally, and we felt that peeping into their family affairs and spreading it around was not something decent people should do, so we all made a commitment not to reveal the details of what happened," Sargeras looked at Athena strangely. "You should know the weight of a commitment made by a legend. Even the demon lords didn't spread it."

Athena lowered her head in dejection. At this point, she knew it was hopeless.

"However, you can find the reason yourself—of course, after you regain your power," Sargeras added. "Don't let complicated matters confuse your priorities. Teris, as a righteous angel, is not as despicable as you think. There must be a reason for exiling you, and the key to regaining your power lies in what he told you..."

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