He Became A Monstrous Genius After Obtaining A Time Dilation Artifact-Chapter 632. Humbled

Usmond Estate.

Guest Hall.

Karag Anvilheart entered the Guest Hall. The place was very serene and leisurely.

He sat down quietly.

Very soon, a tall man entered the room.

"Apologies for the wait, Mr Anvilheart."

Karag simply nodded. "Wasn’t a bad experience."

"Tea?" Ric asked.

"Would be best to get right to the task," Karag replied.

"Alright. I’ve already informed the rank 8 runesmiths of your arrival. Let me lead you to them," Ric said.

The two turned into streaks of light, Karag trailing beside Ric.

Very soon, they appeared at the perimeter of the extremely large estate.

Several rank 8 runesmiths were gathered there.

The moment they saw Karag Anvilheart, they didn’t waste any time saying anything. The best way to show him was to demonstrate.

Their eyes glowed with ethereal brilliance. Runic alphabets spawned to life and transformed into intricate formations that intersected with one another. After that, the intricate formations spread across the whole place, stretching for as long as the eye could see, covering the entire estate.

Karag Anvilheart observed with focus as this happened.

"This was why they requested a rank 7 runesmith with a rune skill Proficiency of at least 90 percent. Anyone below that cannot understand this," Kailen thought.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the runic array. There was an aspect of the array that seemed incomplete. Strangely, no amount of execution the rank 8 runesmiths tried was able to complete that part.

"We know there’s a defect in this aspect, it’s like a part of an incomplete puzzle. Since no amount of rank 8 runesmithery seems to be working, we figured a rank 7 runesmith with a very high rune skill Proficiency could give it a try. There are some rune arrays like that turn out like this, so we are sure that’s case." one of the runesmiths, a gnome with blonde hair, said.

Karag nodded.

The runesmiths observed him.

Will this young man, trending in the solar system for his absurd rune skill proficiency, be able to help them complete this runic array?

Karag Anvilheart’s eyes glowed slightly. His hand moved with the expertise of an expert—fluid, natural, yet strangely intricate.

Runic alphabets appeared and transformed into an intricate network of formations, spread across the air.

The eyes of the rank 8 runesmiths widened in surprise. This young man was really exceptional.

He was no joke. Although he was a rank below them, his understanding of runic concepts was serious. How long had he been practicing runesmithery?

Where had he been hiding all this while? There were rumors that he had just registered with the association, right?

The universe was really full of mysterious and mind-boggling experts.

Even Ric, who was not a runesmith himself, was able to observe from the murmurs and expressions of the runesmiths that this was not simple work.

As all eyes were glued to Karag Anvilheart at work, a young lady with blonde hair appeared.

"Dad, I’ve been searching for you. You won’t be—"

For the first time ever, her father did not pay her any attention. He actually gestured her to hush and look at what was happening.

"Is that... Karag Anvilheart?"

What the hell was this egoistic fucker doing here?

The weakling who said she didn’t have any manners?

Was he not supposed to be embarking on some mission at the moment that would probably humble him or, at best, get him killed?

Wait... the family needed a rank 7 runesmith to help with that array her parents had been obsessed with for a while now.

Was that not a mission with a high difficulty level that no rank 7 runesmith had dared to try?

What she saw next was something extraordinary.

The formations Karag Anvilheart was making, spread across the place, suddenly glowed.

At the moment, the whole formation covering the estate glowed too.

The rank 8 runesmiths felt it. Their formation had felt a connection to that of Karag Anvilheart.

"This..."

"He really..."

As they observed, Karag Anvilheart’s formation shot towards a particular part of their formation, as if that part of their formation was summoning it.

Under all dumbfounded gazes, Karag Anvilheart’s formation fit that part of the rank 8 runesmiths’ formation as if it had fit an incomplete part of a puzzle.

The whole formation covering the estate glowed ethereally, as an ethereal feeling spread across the whole place.

Waves and streams of fire bloomed across the entire formation, a testament that the formation was active and currently complete.

After that, the formation faded, as if it didn’t exist.

However, it was still at work. It would reveal its fangs when someone dared intrude in the Usmond Estate.

"He really did it?"

Ric couldn’t help but smile. He stared at his daughter.

She had a very sullen look on her face. Ric felt pleased. This girl had been proud all her life.

It was a good thing that she had been humbled.

"Don’t go around offending people from now on. You should never judge a book by its cover. Had he held a grudge after what you did, this formation would have never been completed."

Shaltear nodded in reflection, as realization dawned on her after her father’s words.

That’s right. This fellow had not offended her. She was not the one who had been presumptuous and wrong about him. He could have decided to choose another mission instead of coming here.

However, it seemed he deemed her so beneath him that he did not even take offense for what she did.

For all she knew, he was only here for the mission rewards. There were rumors of him wanting to enter the imperial capital. This was definitely why he was gunning for high difficulty level missions.

Karag Anvilheart simply nodded respectfully to the runesmiths and to the Usmond leader.

Before the other runesmiths could approach him, or even Ric could say anything to him, he turned into a streak of light, and left the estate, as if he had never been there.

Everyone was shocked at his temperament.

He had done something so mind-boggling and left as if it was nothing?

Right. His act was simple.

He had a mission from the association, he executed it, and left.

This young man was quite uncanny.

Shaltear stood rooted in the same spot.

She remembered how his eyes landed on her for a moment. That look—it was the first time someone had looked at her with so much nonchalance. It was as if she didn’t even exist to him.

The moment his eyes fell on her, he averted his gaze—not out of intimidation or fear, but because he didn’t see the need to even look at her.

Her pride had been crushed.

Ric, however, was in a different world.

"Our rival clans can no longer cause trouble for us, now that the formation is complete." His eyes gleamed. It was as if what his daughter was experiencing didn’t matter to him.

But it did. However, he was glad it had happened.

To him, she had finally learned a lesson many scions of well-to-do families failed to learn: You should never look down on others. You should never judge people by their appearance. The universe was vast, and a powerful expert could be dressed like a beggar after all.

Meanwhile, in the runesmith association, the rankings glitched.