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This wasnât a metaphor for something, the door was actually flying.
It was also dozens of times faster than a cannonball and its momentum was extremely heavy.
It was coming towards them.
Lukas couldnât react. He was aware that the door was speedily approaching. In fact, it was flying straight towards his head.
But he couldnât move his body. No, even if he moved, he didnât have the ability to block or cut through a solid marble door like that one.
As he was thinking this, the door suddenly split into two.
The two halves of the door flew to a corner of the conference room.
Snow sheathed her sword without changing her expression, but she turned her gaze towards the doorway.
âAre you on your period? Youâre being much more moody today.â
âI havenât slept in four days so Iâm a bit sensitive. To the point where I wanna tear apart every bastard I hear spouting bullsh*t.â
It was a voice Lukas knew.
âSo you better think twice before you open that mouth of yours.â
From the doorway that no longer had a door, a man walked into the room.
The first thing that one would notice was his hair, which was like a lionâs mane. Then, they would see his body which seemed to be made of steel.
Lukas pursed his lips tightly.
He thought that if he opened his mouth, he would definitely say something strange.
âAm I second? At least Iâm not last.â
The man then sat down on one of the three chairs.
For the speechless Lukas, surprising things continued to happen one after the other.
A soft voice sounded in the room.
A ripple in space appeared, covering the remaining chair.
This was a somewhat familiar sight for Lukas.
A purple haired woman stepped out of the ripple.
Ivan snorted and Snow yawned.
âEveryoneâs here now. So letâs get started with the meeting.â
For a moment, their eyes met in the air.
There were no gentle emotions in their gazes.
Snow, Ivan and Iris were all hostile to each other.
Something in his mind broke.
And that became a fuse that caused his insides to start boiling.
As if it contained lava, something deep within his heart began to burn furiously.
That fire then began to spread to the rest of his body.
Suddenly, a strange sound resounded. Peran turned to Lukas. He intended to remind him that this was not a place where he should recklessly show his presence.
The moment he saw Lukasâ facial expression, he couldnât help but subconsciously hold his breath.
Heâd been able to leave confidently.
Because he had left them behind.
Because they told him to leave it to them.
Heâd believed them. So he hadnât been worried even as he traversed countless universes. Heâd always thought that this world would be the most beautiful and peaceful by now.
The only thing heâd ever been concerned about was whether he could return here or not. He was afraid that heâd never be able to see the beautiful universe heâd worked so hard for ever again. Or that even if he did manage to see it again, he would not feel the same appreciation for humans.
That was the reason heâd endured for so many years.
ââŠwhat the hell are you all doing?â
So the emotions he was feeling at that moment were justified.
Lukas Trowman was truly angry at that moment.
Syris Triznine* was previously a Circle member belonging to the Phisfounder Armlets. At that time, sheâd sat in the position of Force Honor and could be considered a Circle executive. (*: Formerly âSirijâ. Iâd forgotten that Iâd tlâd the name before but the last name made me remember. Sheâs the Headmistress of Westroad Academy and Isabelleâs aunt.)
That was why she knew the minimum requirements for joining the group known as the Circle.
Their enemies were the Demigods. They were an entire race of semi-transcendent beings who, from the perspective of the general public, were no different than gods.
In order to confront such beings, one could not be ordinary. They had to have at least one extraordinary capability that no one else had.
Whether it was innate talent, indomitable mental strength, or extraordinary growth potential.
Among the various circles that were made up of various races, there were three that stood out the most.
The members of the Circle called them the Three Great Circles.
This was because their influence and power easily stood out when compared to the other circles.
They were the Strow Necklaces, the Lucid Swords and the Phisfounder Armlets.
âŠHow strong were leaders who led the Three Great Circles.
The Strow Necklacesâ Rezil Wilsemann was a 9 star Great Wizard that would forever be recorded in the annals of history. (Note: Wasnât he quasi 9 stars?)
The Lucid Swordsâ Jekid Deosis was a Master Swordsman who had been given the title âLord of the Swordâ.
The Phisfounder Armletsâ Altan was the greatest if not the only authority on black magic and was a specialist in Demon summoning who had even signed a direct contract with one of the six Archdukes of the Demon World.
All three of them were beings who had no issues controlling the immense power of the Three Great Circles.
They were all super geniuses who stood out even when placed in a group with other geniuses.
Talent and hard work were natural.
In addition, their experience and luck allowed them to stand on a level that very few others could even place their feet.
âŠThe reason she was even thinking this in the first place was simple.
It was because the three sitting in the conference room were beings who had reached a level even beyond those old Circle Masters.
That was why the meeting that day was so important.
Of course, there would only be about twenty people who ever knew about this meeting, including those who were present.
After all, it was just an informal meeting. Their official encounter wouldnât take place till two years later.
And of course, that time would not be as peaceful as it was now.
Everyone gathered there were all great figures who held immense power across the continent, both in influence and strength.
If they had a minor argument which developed into a fight, then several kilometres around the academy would become a barren wasteland in the blink of an eye.
Thatâs why she couldnât understand.
She couldnât help but think this as she looked at Lukas.
Everyone in the room immediately noticed when his anger erupted. Naturally, this caused the attention of everyone there to focus on him.
In the first place, there wasnât much to look at. No, in fact, it wasnât good at all.
Everyone there could easily spot the disabilities in Lukasâ foot and arm with a glance. If he didnât manage to somehow overcome those, they would become a fatal obstacle that would prevent him from even reaching the First Class level.
But he couldnât just be a cripple.
Since he was accompanying none other than Snow herself, he had to have something that at least didnât make him inferior to Peran since he was standing beside him.
Did he have a special power other than his physical ability?
Or did he have enormous wealth or special status?
Or perhaps he had a brain that was superior to everyone else in the room?
âŠThere was a man whose attitude was to ask questions directly rather than making guesses and conclusions in his head.
âWhatâs up with that guy?â
Ivan crossed his arms as he opened his mouth.
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