These were the ones who knew of the identity of the old man that was helplessly forced to chug a piece of peanut down his throat.

The man was a fable in his time and the books of old were testament to his power.

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Though there were only a number of people who knew of the deeds that corresponded to his person, but that was more than enough to drive the nail in.

"Thank you for your graciousness, Rake Stevens. If i may ask, can i have more of those divine treasures?" The old man asked.

He put a hand to his chest in salutations and respect towards the host that had dragged him like a puppet before but alas, the shameful yet auspicious encounter was indeed a blessing in disguise.

"You can't be too greedy, Marcos. You have had you share so it's better to leave the rest for my sect's consumption." a woman who knew that man interjected.

"Fuck off, you old hag! Don't tell me only you can afford these am..." The two bickered and a lot joined in to voice their thoughts.

Within minutes, the scene was akin to the market atmosphere previously. Rake who witnessed the raucous banters around him sported a happy smile.

He let them continue while he asked his consultant for advice.

"Do i have to sell them as the price stated beforehand?"

"Negative, host. You can choose to raise their value as long as it does not go below its initial appraisal. If you do, you will shoulder the cost of the loss."

"Good." Rake had an urged to laugh out loud but held the mirth inside. Time to milk the cow for all its juices. He clapped his hand to get the attention of the rowdy old men and women.

In a breath, not a single sound was heard in the vast chambers. It would not be an exaggeration to count their numbers to nearly a million.

There was a sea of colors in the peoples' distinctive sect apparels and that fact had only brought further glee on Rake's heart.

"CRACK!" A peanut shell broke and a single piece dropped down into one palm. Rake held the thing up and took it closer into his lids.

With the proximity of the spherical item, he moved his body from left to right and back again, perfectly enticing the horde of prospective consumers.

"All of you..."

"…why don't you give me an offer i can't refuse?" Rake said and a set of perfect white teeth blossomed on his mien. Thus, the auction began in frenzy.

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Directly above Rake where no soul was aware of their movements but one, a voice asked.

"Where are you going, Allon?"

"What do you think? I'm going to get myself a bride!"

BOOM!

"BANG!"

A deafening noise came from up the skies to deliver the echoes of the oncoming destruction.

Immediately after, a mighty image of an ethereal fist descended towards the sunken place in the slums, particularly towards the abode of the recently purchased restaurant of Rake.

This fist was so massive that the entire city in comparison was akin to a gentle dot amidst the immensity of its size. And to top all that, its speed was also unbelievably fast.

From its advent up until it kissed the vicinity of its target, everything just happened in a flash. A mere fraction of a breath in fact.

"BOOM!"

An upsurge of dusts shrouded the scene and when the first responders could react to what had come about, they were stunned at what they saw.

"HAK!"

"HAK!"

"HAK!"

"What in Lala's balls happened?!"

"HAK! I don't know!"

"Is that a man?!" The peoples of the slums coughed mightily and tried to clear the barrage of dirt in their lungs.

But some of them were already frozen solid in amazement at the lone person who was surrounded by a group of soldiers from the city.

Unbeknownst to these mortals, a god had already graced them with his presence. Unfortunately.

"What a stalwart defense!" A tall big man commented when his feet had touched the very earth that he wished to destroy a second earlier.

His divine eyes could see the continuous outpour of power that originated from the humble hut before him.

It shielded everything to keep the city whole and untouched even after the one strike that he had chosen to give as a welcoming hello for his bride to be.

"Warning! You are currently under attack!" Rake heard the piercing voice of the system. It distracted him from his thoughts even as the bids of the masses still lingered around him.

"200,000 spirit stones!"

"500,000 spirit stones!"

"Let me see the enemy!" Rake asked in alarm. The noises in the chambers seemed to fade with the new change that attracted much of his concentration.

"Affirmative, host!" A second later, Rake witnessed an unreal personification of a man. It was a warrior! Not like any other warrior but one he was quite familiar with.

This man looked exactly like a hero in one of his games. With no part of his body laid unclothed by seemingly heavy armors that glinted in a mixture of blood and azure.

The otherworldly man appeared indomitable in any way. And on his back was sheathed casually a long sword that was even taller than his 10 feet tall physique.

Rake jaws slacked in unbelief.

"I thought cultivators only wear daoist robes?" he thought within.

Rake sought for a way to tackle this unexpected challenge and in the end, he decided to send out his strongest ally instead.

"Lili..." Alas, Rake was not even allowed to pronounce the last two letters of his servant's name before he choked to death on the spot.

This was really a sad ending for one very promising young man. This was also the moment when our bored finally made himself known to all.

Just as usual, he started his trek with a deep deep sigh. He was tired of seeing isekai personnel like him die before his very eyes. Unfortunately, he was also helpless to do anything about this.

"Let's do this." Clark muttered and started his arrival with a bang!