Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 122: The Audacity

"Hey... look! I think Michael had a stone in his hand." A player whispered into a nearby ear.

"Sure looks like it." Another player nearby added.

"Hey... what’s he holding?" A player far away questioned.

"It’s a rock!"

"What’s he going to do with it?"

...

"Hey! You there!" Michael shouted at Midas as all other eyes locked onto the two.

"Ignoring me?" Michael smirked. Without hesitation, he threw the rock at Midas with full force.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as the pebble flew through the air.

However, as soon as it made contact with the vortex of air surrounding Midas, the pebble was flung upwards into the air.

The rock flew into the sky, turning into nothing more than a twinkle of light in the distance.

Michael’s chin was pointed toward the sky, his maw slightly gaped in awe.

’W-what the hell?’ He thought.

"Whoa!" A player shouted.

"That was sick!"

"I guess that goes to show the power of an S plus level cultivation ability."

"That didn’t go to plan, did it?" A player chuckled to himself and a few of his friends.

However, this player’s smile instantly turned to a frown as Michael gave him an angry glare.

"Tsk!" Michael clicked his teeth with frustration as he turned to face Midas again.

He had heard the sly insults from before, but was expecting to turn the tables on Midas after hitting him with a rock and getting everyone back on his side.

But now, people were only making fun of him more!

His status was slowly deteriorating, and Midas hadn’t even noticed him yet.

However... Midas did happen to notice the hard object flying into his shield of wind.

His eyes calmly opened, the air around him dissipating into gusts of wind that blew in every direction.

His eyes immediately locked onto Michael, who was the only one standing in front of him and not with the rest of the group.

Silence fell over the air. What was he going to do? What was Michael going to say? What was going to happen here?

The anticipation was killing the players.

However, Midas did not say a word. He simply sized Michael up and down.

’Scan.’ He said in his head.

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Michael Angelion

Bloodline: Human

Age: 20

Level: 51

Vitality: 30

Strength: 37

Stamina: 25

Speed: 33

Tier: Aspect

[Skills]

> Demon Summon

> Demon Possession

> Quick Lunge

> Blood Hook

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

Midas narrowed his eyes and peered further. ’These skills look interesting. I wonder what they do...’

[Error]

[You are not able to scan the skills of beings who are not yet under your rule.]

’W-what? I never knew... but that’s fine. He doesn’t seem to be too strong. Stats alone, mine are similar, if not superior, due to my breathing technique. Still, I can’t underestimate those skills of his.’ Midas thought before standing up.

"What’s your name?" Michael said, slightly hesitant. ’This guy... why does he look so... calm!? Does he not know who I am?’ He thought inwardly, confused and worried.

"Why do you ask?" Midas replied, "Nevermind that... first answer my question." He stated.

Michael’s brow raised with confusion as the crowd of Players quickly began murmuring amongst themselves.

"Are you the one who threw a weapon toward me? Or was it a stone?" Midas asked without hesitation. His eyebrows were furrowed intensely.

He was so straightforward that the crowd almost couldn’t believe it.

Michael was stunned for a second. He took a few extra seconds to survey Midas, ’I-is he someone strong? Someone I should know!?’ He thought with fear for a split second.

’He seems to be wearing almost primitive clothing. Apart from his armor, everything else is poorly made using wild fibre...’ Michael thought, ’This kid... just seems to be an arrogant bum who doesn’t know his place!’

Michael’s frown turned to a cunning smirk, "Huh? Threw a rock? So what if I did!?" He put one hand on his hip and another in the air, his eyes closed comfortably.

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it, peasant?" Michael opened his eyes and stared directly at Midas as he spoke. "Are you going to hit me?" He taunted, "Or fight me?" He grinned, "Try it... just go ahead and try it."

A player on the sidelines sighed, "Michael is using his backing to win this little scuffle." He said, disappointed. This also represented how superior the blonde-haired guy was to him as well.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t touch someone with such a large backing. It would be the equivalent of saying that you have a death wish!

"Yeah... his backing is too large." Another said.

"Even if that impressive guy had a chance to win in a fight, it would be stupid to attempt it. It would spell doom for him and any family or friend relations. Hell, it might even ruin the reputation of the city he is from!"

"It’s sad, but that guy is powerless to Michael here."

Of course, Midas heard all of these voices within the crowd.

And even now, Michael hadn’t stopped his mocking teases.

"Just try it..." Michael said, grinning. ’He... isn’t even moving!’ He laughed inwardly, only seeing Midas’s serious expression.

’Looks like hes terrified after all. He can only cuss words at me in his mind... there’s nothing he can do in real life! Hahaha!’

"Bitch! You can’t do shit!" He said aloud, "Hahaha! You are completely powerless, do you understand? Why try to appear brave? You will only face dire consequences."

The left side of Midas’s face quivered and twitched with irritation more and more as time passed.

"But hey, it’s okay." Michael turned his back to Midas, "I forgive you." He stated before pausing, and then said, "But only if you bow down on your knees and beg for it. Thats all."

Midas’s eyes were shadowed, his head facing slightly downwards. One couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Gasps and shocked reactions echoed.

"W-what!?"

"How cruel!"

"Thats a small price to pay... he got off lucky."

Michael’s grin only grew as he heard all of this from the crowd. These words gave him a sense of thrill and excitement! The fact that he had so much power over a helpless being made him feel ecstatic.

"Why are you not saying anything? Refusing my proposal?" Michael began to turn around, his eyes closed as he continued to mock Midas, "Trust me, it’s a one-time deal so--" He was cut off, but not by Midas or anyone else.

Instead, it was a voice in his own head.

’Duck down, you fool!’ Michael’s inner demon yelled.

Without delay, Michael immediately followed through with his demon’s orders.

*SWOOSH*

Midas’s Black Reaper blade swung swiftly across where Michael’s neck had been only a fraction of a second earlier.

Midas finally looked up from the ground, his expression fierce, "What... the fuck did you just say to me?" Midas said, his tone low and terrifying.

For him... There was nothing worse in all of reality than the words that just came out of Michael’s mouth.

"Did you just tell me to bow?"