Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate

"Then how do we resolve the issue between Drakonix and Grey?" the demon god asked, a grin on his face, clearly enjoying the confrontation.

"It's simple," Grey said, unsheathing his sword. "I kill him," he added as though it were the most obvious solution. His sword drawn completely, he stared at Greg like he was an ant meant to be crushed.

"Hey! Do just that and I will rip your throat apart," Leviathan warned coldly, but Grey cared little about her outbursts.

"I side with him. A Supreme should not be looked down on by a mere human," the werewolf offered his opinion as well.

"Kill? That's out of the question — unless you're ready to fight me. I don't mind tearing you apart for starters," Jane sneered.

"I abstain and won't be picking a side," the dwarf god said, with the World Tree siding with him.

"He will be killed for disrespecting a celestial," the celestial king declared — his words more a command than a suggestion.

"Then we can go on about the killing," the demon god agreed, siding with the celestial king, knowing Greg was the major threat to his plans of conquering the world.

"I absolutely refuse," Drakonix said, siding with Leviathan, making it four in favour of Greg and three against.

All eyes turned to the golden lion — the last to vote.

"I won't allow anyone to touch a hair on his body," Xerd said, his eyes glittering with sharp resolve.

"That's a four-on-four. A tie," the dwarf god announced.

"Hey! I'm not asking for your permission to kill him or not. I'll do what I want," Greg said — much to the surprise of the Supremes, Emperor Augustus included.

Having the boldness to speak when faced with the Supremes was an unimaginable feat. The subtle pressure emanating from them all was enough to suck the words out of anyone's mouth; even breathing became difficult in their presence.

"What did you say?" the dwarf god asked, a frown appearing on his face.

"You don't have the right to tell me what I can and cannot do. He offended me. I came to settle scores, so why are you all butting in?" Greg asked.

Drakonix stared at Greg, flabbergasted. "Can't you read the mood?" Drakonix felt like screaming, his eyes shifting anxiously between the elf representative and the dwarf god.

Silence prevailed for a solid minute, everyone waiting to see if the World Tree or dwarf god would change their mind.

"Hahahahahaha!" the dwarf god broke the silence first with a cheerful, hearty laugh.

"To think you were able to talk in the presence of ten Supremes — and not just talk, but challenge us. Lad, I like you," he said with a smile on his face, his decision already made.

"I support him," the dwarf god said, contrary to Drakonix's expectation. With the World Tree remaining neutral, Greg was free by the vote.

"Can I go ahead and kill him now?" Greg asked — the only question ringing in his head — but no Supreme answered. They simply gave silent consent.

"It seems your luck's run short, Emperor," Greg said with a smile.

"Indeed," Emperor Augustus muttered, standing with dignity still, despite his inevitable death.

Greg walked slowly in the presence of the Supremes, and with one swift strike, he stabbed the heart of the defenceless Augustus. The emperor's eyes faded slowly.

"You win," the emperor muttered through the pain with a smile on his face. "But don't think you've won. This is just the beginning. I'll take everything from the celestials who took everything from me," he said, his eyes blood-red with madness as he gazed at Greg firmly.

Grey frowned. It seemed his descendant still held a grudge, even in his final moments.

"The shadow slaves will wreak havoc on this world and destroy every living being in it. Let's see how the celestials get stronger without faith," the emperor whispered, his consciousness slowly fading.

"What have you done?" Grey asked, stunned, hoping his descendant was just hallucinating — but one look into Augustus's eyes was enough to confirm the truth.

Greg stepped away from Augustus. He had already accomplished his goal. Any other form of revenge Augustus had planned didn't matter to him.

Emperor Augustus closed his eyes and died — but he didn't fall. He refused to fall to his knees. He would die with the last shred of dignity he had left.

The Supremes watched him die. They clearly knew Augustus was serious, but still didn't take it to heart. One man claiming he would flatten the world was a joke to them — a joke not worth bothering over.

"Guess everything's all settled?" the dwarf god asked the others, already itching to return to his forge. Inspired by Greg's fearlessness, he was eager to create a new masterpiece.

At the mention of his words, Grey turned to Greg, remembering Greg had sworn to destroy the entire empire. Despite being a celestial and having little attachment to the world, seeing his empire — the one he had built with his own hands — destroyed would still sting.

Greg, noticing Grey's gaze, took a step back. He knew he'd been pushing too much. "I won't destroy the empire. I've gotten what I wanted," Greg stated calmly.

Grey nodded, pleased by Greg's words — though his face remained expressionless.

"Thank you. I owe you a favour," the honourable Grey extended his thanks and promised Greg a favour. Greg gave a polite nod in return.

"Well, I guess this is it. Time to go. By the way, if I may ask — what is your name?" the dwarf god asked.

"Nemesis," Greg replied.

The dwarf god's eyes gleamed with delight at Greg's response, feeling even more excited to forge the weapon now blooming in his mind.

With no more reason to linger, all the Supremes prepared to take their leave.

"Leaving so soon? Did I perhaps miss the party?" A soft, feminine voice called out to the Supremes — and their expressions instantly shifted to shock and anger.