GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS
Chapter 36 - 36: The Entertainer

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of booming sounds reverberated through the scene as Damon crashed heavily into the massive estate building. Simultaneously, loud rumbling sounds echoed as the building began crumbling down. Damon's body continued blasting through the building, bringing everything down and crumbling in his wake.

Despite crashing into several thick, massive walls, Damon still had his dark and impassive expression; it was as if he was impervious to pain. While crashing, Damon raised his head as his body instantly halted within the crumbling debris. He had a cold and bloodthirsty countenance.

With his body halted, Damon stood within the debris, his murderous intent steadily oozing from his body. Like a flame, Damon's murderous aura evaporated any rock or pebble that came an inch away from him. Suddenly, as if possessed by an unknown force, or like pouring cold water on a hot iron, Damon's expression changed instantly from murderous to calm.

Raising his hands in an observatory manner, Damon's eyes glowed goldenly as he began talking, his voice extremely deep and hoarse like a demon. Whatever was talking now, it didn't sound like the young man's voice earlier.

"HmM, hOW pEcUliAr; To ThInK tHaT I, a DeMoN GoD wAs MaDe AnGrY… iT's BeEn TeN ThOuSaNd YeArS sInCe I BrOkE cHaRaCtEr. BuT ThAt GiRl, AtHeNa wAs It? WhY Do I sEnSe aN oVeRwHeLmInG aMoUnT oF GoDlY eNeRgY fRoM hEr? AnD It DoEsNt SeEm To Be fRoM ThIs UnIvErSe EiThEr.

CoUld It Be ThAt ThErE aRe MoRe oThEr gOdS fRoM OtHeR uNiVeRsdEs aLsO iNtErEsTeD In tHiS uNiVeRsE? If ThAt'S ThE CaSe, ThEn I mUsT hAsTe My dEcEnT. mY dEcIpLeS sHouLd Be."

The glowed-eyed Damon Rothschild said. He then cracked his neck and continued; "Now, about that kid, who is he? AnD HoW wAs hE AbLe tO sEnD mE tHiS FaR wItH A MeRe SoUnd ViBrAtIoN fRoM HiS fInGeRs? WeLl, No MatTeR, I wIlL JuSt kIlL HiM aNd tAkE aThEna FoR MySeLf, WiTh SuCh GoDlY eNeRgY fRoM hEr, I wIlL bE AbLe tO TrAnSceNd FaR BeYoUnDt He TrUe iMmOrTaL PoWeR LeVeL, hAhAhAha!!!"

The demon-voiced Damon spoke, his words alternating between a human's and a demon's voice. Finished his sentence, a maniacal laughter followed as he vanished from within the pebbles. Since he was sent away, it has only been thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds ago, at the scene, Patrick was the center of attention. Everyone stared at him and Athena as they reacted differently, some with shock and disbelief, others with doubt and suspicion, and the rest with resentment and irritation.

Patrick stood unfazed by the crowd's bone-piercing glares as he stared at Oscar. Oscar, previously with a dark face, now with a calm and emotionless demeanor, stood with his hands behind him as he also stared at Patrick. Despite his young master being attacked, Oscar's unfazed expression remained stagnant the entire time; one would even assume he doesn't care about Damon Rothschild.

Oscar gave Patrick a calculative look, observing from his silver hair, his height, his handsome face, his silk-like dark skin, but mostly his godlike demeanor. A demeanor that states, even if the Omniverse was crumbling, I would be unfazed, and even if billions of gods stood against me, I would be untouchable.

Oscar raised an impressed eyebrow while observing Patrick; he then spoke.

"For someone who just offended a Rothschild, you are quite tranquil. Should I attribute your ignorance to your lack of knowledge of Sir Damon and the Rothschild household, or is there something more?"

"…" Patrick stood silent and unbothered, his gaze fixated on Oscar like looking at an ant.

Being met with silence, Oscar sighed disappointingly as he said, "Younglings these days; lack both in manners and courtesy. Very well then; for your act of assaulting Damon Rothschild, heir to the Rothschild family, and son of the Grand Duke of London, Nathan Jacob Charles Rothschild, you are sentenced to death."

Oscar spoke impassively while staring at Patrick. The crowd gasped in shock upon hearing Oscar sentence Patrick publicly. Some couldn't help but speak out.

"So, it is true, the Rothschild family does have the power to act as judge, jury, and executioner all at once. Good thing my family has friendly ties with the Rothschilds."

"I get that they have the world in the palm of their hands, but are they that powerful where a butler of the Rothschild has the authority to carry out judgment and act as executioner himself? That's crazy."

Some of the S-ranks who had escaped from the crumbling building moments ago observed the scene with caution. Some exchanged gazes as they relished their decisions to not intervene in the matter earlier.

Janea Forester had a dejected look as she stared at the scene. She was staring at Athena, who was her friend. But Janea had a confused look upon seeing Athena, as even when her boyfriend was about to face an advanced S-rank awakened, especially someone like Oscar Vans, Athena looked rather calm and unbothered. It was as if she wasn't worried about her lover at all. 'Why isn't Athena worried?!'

On the other side of the crowd, Laniz and Lania Blake stood with calm reactions as they witnessed the scene. Laniz Blake was now a completely different person; he was more physically built and stronger than his previous self. Standing with the brother-and-sister duo was Julia Arimor, Laniz's lover and subordinate.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Lania slightly tilted her glasses as she said, "Who the hell is that kid? He has quite the balls going against the Rothschilds like that. Doesn't he know that they pretty much own the world he lives in and everything in it? Of course, there is the King family that owns King Tech, but they are on a different level, as they own humanity itself.

No matter, I get to be entertained away."

Listening to his sister, Laniz also focused on Patrick. He suddenly frowned as he said, "That kid, I have seen him before."

"Yes, at the Metro Heaven hotel, he was the one being escorted by Dylan Ludwick, CEO of King Tech." Julia Arimor backed Laniz's suspicion.

"Wait, you are saying "the" Dylan Ludwick was escorting that kid?" Lania asked while removing her sunglasses.

"Yes, Miss Lania. It was also that day that Mr. Blake encountered that mysterious, unfortunate event." Julia replied, adding her two cents to the matter.

Lania had a thoughtful expression as she began connecting the dots: "He arrived on King Tech's G1000X jet, which is too expensive for the market, and he was escorted by the CEO of King Tech. This... could it be?" -

"He is a member of the most mysterious family that owns King Tech!?" Laniz finished his sister's suspicion.

Both Laniz and Lania widened their eyes in shock as they looked at Patrick. This sudden realization left the siblings in disbelief. Lania, after having a shocking revelation about the young Patrick, couldn't help but murmur her thoughts.

"If he is from the King family, then the Rothschilds are fucked."

At the scene, Patrick listened to Oscar; he had, as always and forever, an impassive reaction to Oscar's words. With one step, then another, Patrick walked up to Oscar as he spoke, "There is nothing in existence that irritates me, not gods, not demons, not mortals, not even the entities that transcend beyond all three. So, your fatuous attempts to distemper me are pathetically vain."

Patrick said while staring Oscar down.

Suddenly, a voom sound echoed as Damon emerged from the sky, hovering over Patrick and the crowd.

An overbearing wave of dark pressure descended on the masses, causing many to shield themselves using their mana, or defensive abilities, and artifacts. Janea Forester, being a defensively powerful S-rank healer, raised her palms as an abundant amount of verdant Mana leaked from her body and formed a massive firmament, shielding the crowd from Damon's killing intent.

"I must admit, I have never been blown away in my eighteen years of living on this planet. Not even when I faced groups of S ranks, but you, not only were you able to send me away," Damon then flashed from the sky, instantly appearing before Patrick. "You even caused me to feel threatened. So, I want to know, who are you?!"

Damon said it with seriousness as he stared at Patrick. Of course, with Patrick being 6'7" and Damon being 6'5", Patrick towered over him.

But despite Damon's serious face and dreadful aura rudely radiating from him, Patrick ignored him entirely while remaining indifferent. He turned away and began walking towards Athena with his hands in his jacket pockets.

Patrick wore black boots and long black jeans with a long black sleeve leather jacket.

As if Damon wasn't already angry enough, Patrick's action only intensified his rage even more, exacerbating the situation. Damon's face turned dark and gloomy as Patrick walked away from him.

But like a demon suddenly possessing someone, Damon's face assumed a maniacal smile, and a dark energy claw formed on his right hand as he slashed it at Patrick while saying in his demonic tone, "YoU aRe WiShIng DeAtH!"

But before Damon could even fully swing his arm, a male figure droid simultaneously appeared before him with red eyes and blocked his claw attack.

With the droid restraining Damon, Patrick paused and turned slightly as he said, "No, child, death is not qualified to exist in my presence. But I will show you a glimpse of it, though."

As Patrick finished speaking, the male droid, all in white, twisted Damon's right arm out and simultaneously punched into his chest. The droid's attack immediately sent Damon crashing into the ground, his body leaving a massive crater trail in his wake.

Damon instinctively flipped and stood in a ready stance as he stared at the droid. His maniacal smile widened as he bellowed, "Now I'm getting warmed up. Ha!"

Damon flashed behind the droid as he cartwheeled mid-air and sent a heavy kick down at the droid's neck. But unlike the expectation of a ball being hit by a five-ton bat, Damon's kick only sent the droid half a mile away, and the droid instantly recovered its balance, halting mid-skating.

"Hahaha! Now that was invigorating. My blood is boiling! Send me more!" Damon bellowed in excitement; in his estimation, the droid should have already been destroyed with his kick, so it wasn't even worth looking in its direction.

Standing beside Athena, Patrick with his infinitely bored face, lazily stared at Damon and spoke, "Be careful what you wish for." Simultaneously to Patrick finishing his statement, two hundred and ninety-nine droids, all in white, half male and female, were suddenly hovering over Damon, Oscar, and the crowd. With the other droid regrouping with its comrades, making it three hundred.

Then, like a synchronized unit, golden lines began scrolling through the droids' eyes as they stared at Damon and Oscar.

For those that don't know, the scrolling golden lines in the droids' eyes mean they are downloading and adapting to their target's strength and speed, while also creating every possible countermeasure to defeat the enemy. Since that's one of their functions,

From among the shocked crowd, like prey recognizing its predator, Laniz Blake suddenly reacted with caution as he stared at the droids. Julia Arimor also reacted similarly after identifying the droids.

Seeing her brother's action, Lania frowned, "What's the matter, brother, do you know what those machines are?"

"Miss Lania, those were the same machines that were with Dylan Ludwick and that kid days ago." Julia Arimor said.

But Laniz frantically stared at the droids as he murmured, his words barely heard by his sister.

"Those things—one of those things is more dreadful than facing S-ranks, yet there are that many? Lania, maintain caution; we should at all costs avoid interfering. The Rothschilds are powerful, but those machines are even more dangerous."

Lania expressed shock and suspicion as she listened to her brother. She doubtfully stared at the droids in the sky as she murmured to herself. "What is there to be cautious of?"

Damon and Oscar stared up at the droids. While Damon's maniacal smile only intensified, jolting his adrenaline for battle, Oscar had a calculating look while staring at the droids, and his eyes, like previously, suddenly went white. Soon later, they returned to normal. But the instant his eyes returned to normal, Oscar's eyes widened in realization as he hurriedly turned to say something.

But before Oscar could even cough a word, Damon had already attacked the droids.

Damon flashed and appeared behind a female droid. He recreated the same attack, sending a kick at the female droid's neck, but before Damon could even stretch his foot, the female droid radiated an explosively scorching heat, which immediately burned Damon's leg.

The female droid then faced Damon, its scorching, blue-heated body staring at Damon impassively.

Damon watched as the droid's face suddenly became more and more vibrant as if knowing the droid's intent. Damon crossed his arms defensively as the droid unleashed scorching blue blaze-like lasers from its eyes and mouth.

The sound was like that of a falling meteorite; the droid's blaze instantly evaporated Damon's clothes and blinded his vision in the process. "Arg!!!" Damon bellowed in scrutinizing pain as he got sent plunging into the earth like a descended meteor.

But even after Damon crashed into the earth, creating a crater five miles large, the droid's blazing laser attack didn't cease. On the contrary, it even began to intensify. Damon struggled to defend against the unending blaze attack as his body plunged deeper down the earth. A look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face as he noticed a great danger.

Amid turning his eyes away from the blaze and facing down, Damon felt and watched his body evaporating at a fast pace, this alarming situation birthing a dreadful thought,

'What? My body is being scorched away!? My regenerative ability, coupled with my demon regenerative trait, can't even keep up!? If this continues, I will be wiped out! This is my strongest vessel; if I lose it, I will have to start from scratch, and hundreds of years of effort and sacrifices will be blazed away. No, I can't let this happen!'

"No! I can't let that happen!!"

Damon's eyes became completely bright as his body exploded with golden, dark energy. The exploded energy spread for over ten miles, even affecting the crowd of thousands that were fifteen miles away from his crashed site. Anyone below the S-rank level was blown away or was forced to utilize their entire mana energy to maintain balance.

Fortunately for many, Janea Forester's firmament shielded them from sixty percent of Damon's exploding energy, which allowed them to stand their ground and not be blasted off like the majority.

Athena stood next to Patrick as the exploding energy wave approached them. Athena's eyes suddenly illuminated crimson as white energy emerged from her body and shielded her and Patrick from the wave blast.

"Trick, this is demonic magic; I know because I also use similar types of energy, except mine is called Source. The energy Damon is using is the exact energy that creates demons and gates."

"I agree. The Rothschilds are proxies for the demons." Patrick replied.

"I have been investigating how there's Mana and demons in this world. But it seems there's more to it." Athena said.

"It's nothing worth bothering with; it's just some morons playing God. I will handle them at another time, but now, let's see if Damon Nathaniel Rothschild is a good entertainer." Patrick said.

'Grace, create a similar reality, make the droids weaker; we wouldn't want our entertainer losing instantly now, would we?'

"As you wish Master."

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