Odyssey of the Blind God

At the end of the day laws in a society were only something that held power as long as the majority of the society would follow them, and as long as the heads of the society would punish those who broke the laws.

As such, it was quite obvious that the laws in the human shelters didn't hold any power upon the Originals of foreign races, on most of them, at least.

The troublemakers turned a blind eye to the Shelter laws and they did whatever they wanted to as they believed to be strong enough to be able to do so.

It was their grave misfortune to encounter Nial because he couldn't really be bothered with following the protocol and abiding by the Shelter Laws either.

Otherwise, he would have called the guards to take care of the troublemakers. The guards in Halheim shelter would take too long to reach his property and Nial couldn't even be sure that they were strong enough to defeat a dozen Originals at the Deux rank.

Furthermore, it was a hassle to depend on others in this time and era.

"This is much better, isn't it?" Nial suddenly asked after he had used Dominion over and over again. The troublemakers were covered in black and blue bruises from head to toe and they nodded their heads obediently like dogs that followed the commands they had been given.

"Leave and come back when you guys acquire some information about Poleg the Fat's Boss. If I don't get any results or leads by the next month, I will snap your necks in front of your family, if you guys have something like that, to begin with," Nial's voice was ice-cold and the troublemakers all gave an involuntary shudder before they nodded their heads vigorously once again.

However, instead of scurrying around, the troublemakers stared at Nial with quivering eyes and sealed lips. They didn't dare to move even though they had been told to leave.

It was hard to believe that someone as mighty as the blind Original in front of them would allow them to leave, just like that!

"He said you guys can go…go go go~" The Little Oracle waved her arm and she jumped around in joy, but the troublemakers still stood rooted to the spot.

Only when Nial motioned his hand to indicate to them that they should get going, did they jump up from the ground to leave the Artisan Hall as quickly as possible?

'Turning them into Spies and forcing unbreakable loyalty onto them with Dominion should be more than enough as revenge. They will never be able to run away from me either.'

Not only had Nial used Dominion on all of the Spies for a few hours to slowly alter their mind and make it a permanent change but he had also inserted a trace of his Essence of Darkness inside them.

The Essence of Darkness was something the troublemakers couldn't sense. It resided inside their body, without doing anything special except that it acted as a GPS for Nial.

That way the troublemakers would never be able to run away from him.

'So we have Poleg the Fat, a small dealer or middleman, and a bunch of troublemakers who will try their best to gather more information to survive by all means… not a bad haul from an unexpected encounter.'

Nial turned his attention to the three rather young human Originals on the ground. Two of them had fainted, while the third one witnessed what Nial did to the troublemakers with horror-stricken eyes.

"Why did you buy the Cultivation Drug, with the money of loan sharks at that?" Nial asked the only conscious Original. He was a young Artisan, who was barely at the 0th rank. He was 18 years old and he awoke his Origin not too long ago.

Nial could tell who the Artisan was because he had read through the list of all members earlier, including their application form. His name was Felix and his family lived in a different shelter. None of them had been an Original before Jundra's planetary mana core had awoken.

Thus, it should have been quite taxing for the family to collect enough money to send one of their family members to Halheim, where mana was the densest, and most dungeon portals with rare materials were located.

The vast majority of organizations tried to build their small empire in Halheim Shelter as well, providing a valid chance to newly awakened Originals to get their hands on a golden ticket toward wealth and power.

Of course, not everyone was talented enough to receive the attention of the strongest Organizations.

In times when the vast majority of humanity awoke their Origin it was basically impossible not to put harsh conditions if someone wanted to enter their organizations, let alone become an Elite.

The competition was fierce, but that did not deter many families from trying to change their fate, nonetheless. This put lots of pressure on the young, newly awakened Originals, who shouldered the future of their entire family on themselves.

"In the end, I know that you will answer me, whether you want or not… so you better start answering me. You saw what happened to the loan sharks who beat the shit out of you!" Nial was still holding Ryu in one of his arms and held the Little Oracle's pinky finger with his other hand.

However, that didn't change the imposing pressure he released when he squatted down in front of the young Artisan.

He could have called the medic team by now, but the three Originals would survive either way. Hence, he thought that they deserved to get punished for what they had done and suffer a little bit.

With that in mind, Nial released his dark energy through the ground, activated the power of the Symbol of Life and spread some mana inside the unconscious youths' bodies by passing the dark energy through it.

The youths stirred and they would awake soon enough.

'Looks like the troublemakers held back a lot when they bashed these youths…well that's only obvious, they wanted their money, after all.'

The young Artisan, who could barely move his head to look at Nial's face, bit his lower lip nervously. He was in pain but the memories of Nial killing the Lizardman without moving an inch, and the ease with which he acquired information before he turned the loan sharks into his loyal subjects were seared in his mind.

"I…I need money…more money…' Felix, the young artisan said bitterly. He grits his teeth and tried to ignore the pain that spread through his entire body.

His leg was broken but he wanted to look at Nial's face while speaking. Something within him told him that he should give his all to look sincere in Nial's eyes…or to his senses.

But...was that really enough?...

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