"... I earned this strength!"

Rex declared brazenly with a voice that is filled with anger and also the burden of everything that he needed to endure to reach this state, the pain, and suffering that he has gone through to reach this realm of absolute power.

Nothing comes for free, and he has lived a life that has given him this chance.

Even now, he still doesn't know why he was chosen by the system to become its host, and given assistance to reach the realm of invincibility. But if he had to guess, it was probably because he has dedicated his entire life to seeking vengeance for his late parents before the system.

Despite the impossibility of achieving that goal, he has never once thought of giving up.

It was the fuel of hatred inside of him that kept him going, to keep his eyes set on the goal, the goal that he will reach even if it cost him his entire life. Even in the door of death, that passionate hatred is still burning which resonates and is captured by the system.

Have he quit earlier, he might not receive the system's blessing.

Although the system has given him immense help, he was the one that did all of the hardships.

Rex takes it more as an insult for some being that was born naturally with strength and doesn't know about the struggle and helplessness of being weak to actually lecture him about power, the Executor has no right to tell him anything about that.

Upon hearing this, the Executor paused for a second.

With an unexplainable look, the Executor walks in front of Rex before he tilts his head down to look at Rex with pride and arrogance. "If you truly understand, then you would know that power doesn't care about your excuse. It's either you are stronger or you are not... "

"And your Betas, don't think I won't find them" he added while looking at the far distance.

Despite the unmatched power and experience blessed to him by the First Human Emperor, the Executor hides the frown on his face realizing that he can't sensed Adhara and Flunra that have escaped from this place.

It was something that he was not expecting, to think they can flee his senses are surprising.

Caressing his claws over Rex's head while simultaneously not touching his head, the Executor almost has a sense of pity in his red eyes while looking down on Rex. "But you don't have to worry, the one with absolute strength can do anything he wants. As I am the creation of the First Human Emperor, therefore the strongest, I will grant you mercy. Without you, I would be stuck inside the seal for a long time, a second chance is what I'm going to give to you"

"Run along, Royal Black Prince. I have some matters to attend to" the Executor added calmly.

Knowing exactly that the Executor is not putting Rex in his eyes, Rex clenched the ground with anger erupting inside of him. Like moths, his anger gathered and flock to the flame of power inside of him.

For the second time, he has felt helpless. A taboo sensation that he doesn't want to feel ever again.

Just as the Executor was about to turn around, a rough shout suddenly came from behind followed by a fiery figure that is burning intensely landing not far from them. "What are you doing? We have a deal, and you are going to help us exterminate the Supernaturals. That thing is a part of the Supernatural, I demand you to kill it!" Orson roared, blocking the Executor's way.

"A deal...?" The Executor mutters subtly, with his eyes clear as water.

It was a weird sight, but the Executor is talking with Orson without even looking at him.

Clenching both of his fists, Orson replied harshly, "Yes, the deal! In exchange for breaking the barrier, you are going to help humanity! Although we didn't plan this, we are still involved and helped you break free!"

"Now... kill him!" Orson added while pointing at Rex who is still kneeling on the ground.

Upon seeing this view from the back, Brigitta feels nervous out of a sudden. It was true that humanity has made a deal with the Executor. But to actually confront this way, even after knowing the Executor's strength is definitely a wrong move.

With a trembling voice, Brigitta called out from the back, "Orson, we can talk about this..."

But before Orson can even answer, the two saw the Executor sighs lightly. With his eyes still gazing into the void, completely disregarding Orson's presence, he opened his mouth, "It seems there's a misunderstanding here, I hate Supernaturals and also a mixed Human the most" pausing for a moment, his eyes then slowly shifted to look at Orson's eyes, "but that doesn't mean I don't hate weak humans too..."

"Hmm...?!" Orson was surprised when he heard this, but his body suddenly froze.

Crack!

Faster than a fraction of a second, unseeable even by the two ninth-rank realm Awakened, the Executor pierced his claws into Orson's chest and grabbed something inside. The claws were embedded into Orson's body but didn't protrude from his back.

Brigitta covers her mouth when she saw this, a horrifying sight that she was not ready for.

Without any struggle that can be seen through his expression, the Executor has his claws cloaked with Chaos element, burning purple energy that is even stronger than Origin Energy. Tilting his head a little, the Executor gazes at Orson dead in the eyes.

Orson's body trembles and the book's depiction of fear can be seen on his face.

"At the very least Supernaturals races has a clear purpose for their existence, to become slaves for the supreme race" The Executor mutters with his claws still inside Orson's chest. There was no blood that can be seen, but Orson's body is stiff and is not able to move.

It was a weird sight, but Brigitta can see the Executor grabbing a red astral object in Orson's body.

'D-Don't tell me, he can actually grab Orson's soul...?!' she screamed inside her head.

Slowly the Executor's tone turned grimmer and grimmer, his devilish eyes keeps on looking at Orson's fearful expression unblinking. "But weak humans... you... your presence is completely worthless. It just soils my eyes" he added before he pulled out his claws.

Swish!

Under Brigitta's gaze, the Executor's claws devoured Orson's soul quickly.

After pulling out his claws that are not tainted even with a single drop of blood, the Executor grabbed Orson's head with both of his hands and crushed it completely, exploding it like an overblown balloon and splashing blood everywhere.

Splash!

Brutalism at its finest, the Executor killed a ninth-rank realm Awakened just like that.

Considering that he can completely overpower Rex in terms of everything, it was not that surprising to find him killing Orson with a single blow. The very thick life force of an Awakened was spat at and ridiculed by the Executor with a simple stab.

It was bone-chillingly terrifying to see that such a powerful entity died just like that.

Only the strongest of the strong can make a ninth-rank realm Awakened, the realm of power that many Awakened strifes for looks and killed like a harmless ant. Even Orson's Elemental Dominion and arcane mana were not able to provide any resistance to the Executor's stab.

Looking at the blood that is smeared on his armor and hands, the Executor looks disgusted.

"Even in death you continue to annoy me" the Executor mutters in annoyance, his eyes then shifted to Brigitta which makes Brigitta's head dip down submissively. "You there, lesser human. Come here..." he said with a commanding tone.

Knowing the entity that she was up against, Brigitta forced down her fear and walks closer.

Upon standing a couple of feet away from the Executor, she can already smell the scent of Orson's remains and blood. Even the headless corpse is lying near to her, striking her with terror and amplifying the tension in the air for being near the Executor.

With her head facing the ground, Brigitta waited patiently with her heart thumping violently.

Brigitta flinched when she saw the Executor raises both of his hands, showing the fear that she was feeling right now. But this brought a smile to the Executor's face, "Clean my claws, they have been soiled by your kind and must be cleaned by your kind too. Isn't that true...?"

"Y-Yes..." Brigitta quickly replied and slowly raises her hands to clean the blood with her magic.

As she was about to do that, the Executor stopped her from using her element, "No, don't do that. I want you to use your bare hands, and clean the blood off my claws with your hands. It's the only polite way to do it to your savior" he said with a nasty grin.

Having no other choice, Brigitta uses her trembling hands to clean Orson's blood.

It was not the end that she was expecting, the thought of the Executor viewing them in such a light never crosses her mind. Something this wicked in appearance and personality can hardly be called a human.

Slowly and gently, Brigitta cleans the blood while trying to not anger the Executor.

While she was doing this, the Executor saw a few survivors coming out of the rubble. Most of them are strong Awakened that are lucky enough to avoid death, amongst them were Ryze and Jasira that came out of the rubble and saw this scene.

"W-What is that...?" Ryze mutters when his eyes bear witness to the Executor.

But Ryze's eyes were not able to stare at the Executor for too long, there was a pressure from his presence that strains the eyes of the weak. "I don't know, I've never seen a creature like that before" Jasira also mutters in shock.

On top of that, she saw Brigitta cleaning the Executor's claws obediently.

Not long after that her eyes also saw a headless corpse lying not far from Brigitta and the Executor, the posture and dimmed armor that she recognized clearly makes her suck in a cold breath, "S-Sir Orson.." she realized that the corpse was none other than her mentor alone.

A ninth-rank realm Awakened who is amongst the strongest back in her own major city.

Death's presence has never left the war against Supernatural, but it's still shocking for Jasira to see someone as strong as Orson lying on the ground dead. It feels surreal, something straight from a nightmare.

Upon seeing the survivors, the Executor smiled and retracts back his hands.

"Okay, you've proven to be useful to me. Now, since your kind has soiled my mood don't you think there's something you need to say to me?" the Executor asked with a meaningful tone, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Glancing over her shoulders, Brigitta can see the other survivors looking at her.

The Executor raises his eyebrows waiting for Brigitta to answer, and she finally bit her lips as there was no other choice. Her own reputation is not the only thing at stake here, "I-I'm sorry..." she apologized softly.

But even after a moment, the Executor didn't respond.

Clenching both of her fists strongly, knowing what the Executor wants. Under the survivors' gaze, Brigitta's strong knees bend before both make contact with the surface of the ground. It was not but a moment, time slowed down immensely.

After kneeling on the ground, Brigitta puts both of her hands on the ground.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, Brigitta's torso bends down as she prostrates right in front of the Executor's feet. It was a sight that none of them was ready for, a ninth-rank realm Awakened prostrating in front of an entity willingly.

"I'm sorry..."

Like the inside of a cave, her voice echoed and spreads to the surroundings.

The Executor was all smiles when he heard this, he was showing his dominance to the entire world and that he is the strongest in this era. Not only that, but he's also the supreme race, a higher form of human compared to these lesser humans that disgraced the supreme race by being weak.

"I'm sorry for soiling your mood and being weak!"

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