Rake wondered inside and continued to listen to the bickering of men and women of power who could topple mountains with just a single wave of their hands.

"The Divine Beast Sect shall take this chance!"

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"Shut up, you butt faced buffoon! The Holy Buddha Sect will volunteer! Anyone who wishes to oppose will decorate these halls with their balls!"

"What's this argument about?! Come and stand up, you old fogies! Time to finally let the world know who's the greatest of us all! The Eternal Sword Sect welcomes anyone to the stage!"

They roared and bristled but that was all they did. Though their auras ran rampant to where they sat upon but no aggressive actions were taken.

Everyone was mindful of whose territory all were inside at this moment.

The beautiful yet deadly lady in azure was akin to a large boulder that would smash with certain accuracy atop their lustrous and bald heads alike.

To what end, most never doubted that it would be a fatal strike indeed. One that would very probably take their lives and be the last mistake they would ever make in their long illustrious lives.

"Are there any Peak Paragon Realms in here" Rake wondered.

"There is none inside, host."

"None inside? Then how about out there in the world?" he continued.

"There are seven of them directly above where you stand, host."

THE FUCK!

Rake cursed and almost stumbled flat on his face. He wanted to look up and dodged an unseen bullet at the same time and all it did was make him appear like a clowny klutz in the eyes of the gathered experts.

"I bet the boss wanted to scratch his ass but failed to do so. What a joker!"

"Shhhh... Not right now... Don't look at him! Quick! We should not add anymore shame to our boss!"

"Yes, that's right! Act like nothing happened!" At least most of the hundred women in Rake's service was wise enough to vie for his favor.

But his peculiar actions weren't lost by the rest of the peoples within the restaurant. Some even laughed at his demise.

"The mortal man wants to take a shit it seems!"

"Just give us a couple of your heavenly peanuts or what you call them!"

"Yes, I'd trade one of my whores for one!" The rowdy crowd was beginning shout vivid suggestions at Rake's direction.

"Shut these fools up!" Rake has had enough and commanded the system with great vehemence.

Be it because of his shame or his anger and even perhaps his ravenous belly, or all of the above but Rake was adamant to get this over with.

He got to start earning this very second or he'd rob these cultivators blind just to alleviate his humiliation.

"BOOM!" an unseen force flattened the naysayers down to their knees. A number tried to fight it out and released all of their might to counteract the vicious spell.

A pentagram of swords that threatened to drown the high heavens down in their radiance exploded their indomitable fighting prowess in the scene.

But alas, with the system's irresistible power, the sharp sword formation shattered to bent pieces of scrap metals.

"MGA TAE MONG TANAN!" a Buddhist monk shouted indecipherable mantras and after a breath, he took the guise of a gigantic armored being.

Like the birth of a True Immortal that could create and destroy realms with just the simple sway of his palms.

"CREAK!" but it did not even take another breath since his inception, that same as the rest, he too was also brought down to his place. He was bloodied as his body was crushed in more places than one.

The rest of the millions of cultivators chose to play dead and did not anymore oppose the force that entombed their form after seeing this result.

But how could the cream of the crop give in that easily when they had stood at the peak of this world and had brought home countless valor and legends under their mystical names.

So they roared and fought. Scenes of dazzling lights flew at the halls and indeed, it was spectacular to see.

But after the dust had settled down and all their defiance was spent out, every single one of them had tasted the same fate. They were all defeated and kissed the ground that they once walked upon.

How long has it been since they were brought down to these lows? Everyone asked this question but decided not to delve deeper for its answer.

Since they yet breathed and their heart still rang loudly in their ears, they knew there was a good chance to life at this point. But this was certainly not true to all of them.

"I WILL KILL YOU!"

"I SHALL FLAY YOU ALIVE AND EAT YOUR HEART OUT BEFORE YOUR EYES!"

"AND THESE BITCHES! I VOW TO FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM AND..." One man hated. He hated like he had never hated anyone else before in his life. Hearing this, Rake was alarmed.

To kill or not to kill. That was the question in his mind.

"Shall i be soft or invite vengeance to bite me in the ass?" Rake thought. Of course he'd killed before. A million trillion times even. But that was all in games where one could infinitely respawn.

He had definitely not taken a life yet for real.

"This was real, right?" Rake was troubled.

"Affirmative, host. What you see, hear, and feel in this world. These are all real and not illusions brought up by your imagination." Rake's able assistant answered.

"Then please k..."

...ill him?

Rake was about to complete his thought but was quickly horrified by what he was about to do.

"What the hell am i doing?!" his eyes widened in surprise. This was not him at all.

"What's happening to me?! Are you doing something to my mind?" Rake asked.

"Negative, host. But after a basic scan on your body, the system has found an emotional imbalance in your stats.

This might have been caused by your hunger or just your physique and soul adapting to the current changes in this new world."