CHAPTER 259: CHAPTER259-IMMORTAL AND INDESTRUCTIBLE

As Owen and his group made their way back to town, they couldn’t help but notice how the base of the ice mountain remained unchanged, swarmed with an overwhelming crowd that seemed to defy the passage of time.

Owen, however, was not in the mood to mingle or delay.

His primary focus was on consuming the Life Fruit to heal and enhance his avatar, which, despite having recovered from its severe injuries, was still not capable of wielding his true strength in full measure.

The appearance of several shadowy figures blocking their path quickly shattered the brief calm.

Owen’s heart sank as he realized his fears were materializing — the man in blue had wasted no time in summoning reinforcements for a swift retribution.

Without hesitation, Owen instructed Melita to lead the others away, entrusting her with the safety of the little Ice Soul Beast and emphasizing the urgency of their escape.

Melita, understanding the gravity of the situation and recognizing the silhouette of the man in blue among the assailants, quickly grasped the intent behind their sudden reappearance.

Despite the impending danger, her confidence in Owen’s survival skills remained unshaken.

As they parted ways, Bella and Olivia voiced their concerns for Owen’s safety, their words tinged with worry and a plea for his swift return.

The departure was hasty, driven by the pressing need to avoid the wrath of the national preceptor Blois.

The names they had adopted, now second nature to them, served as a thin veil of anonymity in a world where their true identities could spell their doom.

Among them, Olivia’s anxiety was palpable; her fear not just for their safety but for the absence of Owen’s reassuring presence, a testament to the bond they had forged in the face of adversity.

Owen watched them leave, a promise of reunion hanging in the air.

His resolve was clear — to confront the impending threat head-on, ensuring the safety of his companions before anything else.

The path ahead was fraught with danger, but Owen’s determination to return to his friends, coupled with the potent power of the Life Fruit he safeguarded, hinted at a battle that was as much about preserving life as it was about defending it against those who sought to extinguish it.

In the shadow of the ice mountain, a tale of immortality and indomitability began to unfold, setting the stage for legends that would echo through the ages.

"Think you’re so formidable?"

The man in blue, seeing Owen not fleeing but waiting for them instead, scoffed disdainfully.

His eyes, bloodshot, seemed ready to spew the hatred festering within.

"Want me to take him down?" another man, observing Owen’s unimpressive demeanor, quickly lost interest.

He had assumed anyone who could give Tristan a hard time would at least possess commendable strength, enough to force him to exert himself before being overpowered, thus earning Tristan’s closer bond through shared adversity.

"No need. You all just restrain him for me; I want to personally make him taste regret," Tristan sneered, advancing towards Owen with every intention of instilling regret and despair in his heart.

Owen’s gaze hardened, realizing he had underestimated these individuals.

Approaching them made the oppressive force they exuded unmistakably clear.

Given his current physical condition, even utilizing his full strength might not guarantee victory against them.

"Seems I have to resort to that move..." Owen muttered to himself, standing confidently not without reason.

The onlookers, noting Owen’s apparent lack of panic, grew curious.

Did he have a way to escape?

This thought prompted one of them to produce a spherical device.

The sphere emitted a beam of light towards the sky, creating a barrier that sealed off the area.

Owen, aware of their actions, remained unconcerned.

His observations of the avatar were not idle; he had discerned the world’s laws, enabling him to tap into mysterious patterns hidden in space, wielding profound runic compositions.

His current concern was whether activating these patterns might inadvertently kill these men.

With his current mastery over these runes, Owen could only activate a small section of them, and even then, he couldn’t control the force unleashed.

Taking a deep breath, he knew he must keep his true identity hidden.

Despite being in disguise, the National Preceptor Blois and other powerful users of Mystic Techniques had wide-reaching methods that could still find him.

"Oh? Finally scared?"

Tristan, noticing Owen’s uncertain demeanor, thought he was frightened and felt a surge of satisfaction, slowing his steps deliberately.

He wanted to intensify Owen’s fear, hoping to drive him to mental breakdown.

Owen glanced at Tristan wordlessly.

He was concerned that activating the runes might accidentally kill them, while they, oblivious to the danger, assumed a triumphant stance as if they had already avenged themselves.

"Well, if they die, they die. I’ll just have to hide for a few years," Owen resigned.

If they were killed, he planned to immediately find shelter elsewhere.

As Owen reached out to trigger the hidden runes in the void, a calm voice echoed from the ice mountain nearby.

"I’m not sure what you’re planning, but I’d advise you to stop," the voice said indifferently.

"Who?" The warriors were startled, realizing someone was nearby without their notice.

Owen halted his action, recognizing the voice and feeling a sense of crisis looming.

"Don’t be rash," the owner of the voice, seemingly able to see through Owen’s intentions, spoke again, with the voice growing increasingly closer.

A figure emerged from a passage, his handsome face adorned with a faint smile, particularly striking were his clear, deep eyes.

"Greed!"

Owen looked up, his eyes sharpening with coldness as power surged around him.

Greed was a notorious assassin previously dispatched by the National Preceptor Blois to hunt down and kill Owen.

Somehow, he had managed to locate Owen, but fortunately, his strength was not yet sufficient to kill Owen.

However, Owen couldn’t afford to be careless around the empire’s most experienced killer.

Now, why had this man come back from the dead? Owen was puzzled.

"Don’t look at me like that; the Greed you killed is already dead," Greed said nonchalantly, ignoring Owen’s glare and stepping closer with a light smile.

"My lords, please do not interfere with our matters," the warriors felt the newcomer’s strength and warned.

Greed glanced at them lightly, advising, "I’d suggest you avoid provoking those you cannot afford to provoke."

Before the speaking warrior could respond, the man in blue, Tristan, retorted mockingly, "And who do you think you are? Be careful not to sprain your tongue with your grand words!"

"Tristan..." the warrior approached, attempting to hold Tristan back, feeling uneasy.

"Here’s another chance for you," Greed’s gaze landed on Tristan, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

Tristan shivered, overwhelmed by a sudden intense sense of danger.

He had no doubts—if they didn’t leave now, they might never have the chance to leave again!

"Let’s go!"

With this thought, Tristan no longer dared to linger and turned to leave with his group.

The others, sensing the palpable threat emanating from Greed, which only arises in the presence of an insurmountable foe, quickly followed without a word.

There was no sense in risking their lives over a matter of little significance.

Once they had departed, Greed turned back to Owen and offered a slight smile.

"Speak your mind. You know I bear no ill will towards you," he said.

Owen scrutinized Greed, noting the clear difference in his eyes compared to the Greed he had previously encountered.

The eyes before him were not sly but profoundly clear.

Acknowledging that Greed indeed harbored no malice toward him — for with his strength, there was no need for polite conversation otherwise — Owen let go of his murderous intent and fixed his gaze on Greed.

"Who are you? What’s your relation to Greed?" he inquired.

Greed smiled lightly and responded, "Follow me. I will explain everything to you."

As he spoke, Greed walked towards the ice mountain, with Owen following without much hesitation.

As they navigated the passages of the ice mountain, Greed suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with the sacred body?"

"The supreme constitution, said to be immortal and indestructible," Owen replied nonchalantly, then, with a sudden realization, turned to Greed.

"Are you implying you possess a sacred body, that you came back to life after dying, and that’s why you claim you’re not that Greed?"

Owen’s gaze remained steady, locked on Greed.

If it were true, he would not hesitate to activate the hidden runes.