Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 136: Back

Disrespect.

That was all that was in Robin’s head as the situation unfolded, which was why she was the first to act.

The silence was palpable.

The two first-realm evolvers couldn’t react until the dull sound echoed, and the worst part was that Robin was no longer there. Before the head even dropped, she was already back in her position.

"Do not disrespect me. I don’t have that patience." Jon growled, without caring about anyone’s reactions.

No one dared to move out of fear until Jon and his group left the building. It felt as if the wrong twitch of a muscle would cause their necks to fall next.

...

Jon’s group remained silent as they made their way home. No one questioned Jon’s order.

They could see it in that arrogant face; the man they had just killed would have kept pushing until he met his inevitable end. His fate was simply accelerated.

Though it rarely happened in their camp, it wasn’t a situation they hadn’t experienced in their lives. A person with power wanted what they wanted regardless of anyone’s opinion.

Just who did they think they were?

...

In a luxurious room in the camp, two men knelt before a furious figure,

"ARE YOU TELLING ME MY SON IS DEAD?" His voice reverberated through the walls, a shockwave of rage that sent chills down the spines of those present.

"Y-Yes, sir! W-We don’t know who they were, they said they were new to the camp," one of the kneeling men stammered.

"NEW FUCKERS? NEW FUCKERS? WAS IT MAYOR JUL? WHAT ARE THEIR LEVELS?" The man’s voice was like a whip cracking through the air as he asked the question.

"L-Level..."

"LEVEL WHAT?"

"T-Twelve."

"What?" The disbelief on his face was clear.

His shock turned into anger as he controlled the wind and swept his hand across the room.

Thud...Thud...

In the next instant, the heads of the kneeling men rolled across the floor.

’They must’ve been hiding their strength, I’m sure of it.’ The man spoke as he paced across the room in nervousness.

’Could he have found out and made a move? No, it’s not possible. He wouldn’t make a move without evidence.’ He kept thinking for about thirty minutes until,

Whoom...

"I see. You couldn’t believe it." A voice echoed around the room.

"Who’s there?" The man shot to his feet and gathered wind around his fist as he scanned the shadows.

From behind him, Robin and Jon appeared.

"H-How did you get here?" His eyes widened in alarm as his mind raced, ’He has made a move, shit.’

Jon stared at the man for a while. He seemed nervous and was looking around carefully. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, he lunged at Jon madly throwing out a lunch packed with wind,

"I said, how did you get here?"

Jon shook his head in disappointment,

"I thought we could talk. Just kill him."

"W-Wait, what are you—"

Thud.

His head fell of his body before he could complete his sentence.

’He doesn’t even care his son is dead, he only cares about what happens to himself,’ With moon energy, Jon could basically read through his emotions.

Leaving now evidence behind of their presence, they vanished as quickly as they had arrived, leaving only silence in their wake.

...

The next day, one would expect the news to be spread like wildfire.

One of the camp’s strongest was dead.

However it was like nothing even happened, the survivors were still talking of what happened in the central building the day prior.

One would think the leaders wanted to keep it hidden to prevent panic spreading through the camp or for their purposes. However Jon’s group didn’t bother.

A part of them was expecting to be linked to the situation and it came as a shock as no one even disturbed their peace.

...

Then the next day, after confirming nothing was going to occur, Robin, Laura, and Victor went about their respective duties, leaving Jon to his ’Mind World.’

This camp was eerily calm. It almost felt like there was no issues, just like the Gordon bay of the past.

There were no monster attacks, no immediate crises, no just the quiet hum of survival.

Even as the days passed, there was also no retaliation. No one came for Jon.

But Jon didn’t let his guard down.

While the others could afford a brief respite before the next upheaval, he had to move. He had to return to the camp, back to the survivors under his care.

That didn’t even account for the obstacles they would face while trying to migrate together.

...

Like that, three short days passed in the blink of an eye. A part of Jon had expected the camp to retaliate, but their silence spoke volumes.

Either they wanted the man dead and someone had done it for them, or they didn’t even know in the first place making matters worse. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

But there was little he could concerning the issue. After a brief parting words to Robin, Laura, and Victor, Jon took off, running at full speed back to his camp.

The journey was much smoother, thanks to their previous clearing operations, and since he was alone, he could move even faster.

...

Boom!

"Phew..." Alexa exhaled, wiping her brow after blasting a hole through a level 48 snake. Her gaze flickered toward her subordinates.

Her regiment commanders, Tim and Cathy, stood beside her, level 43 and 45, respectively. Both archers and commanders. Their presence ensured better coordination on the battlefield, allowing Alexa to fight unrestrained.

Unlike the other legion leaders, who had to watch over their subordinates constantly, Alexa had the freedom to engage the strongest foes head-on. And it was because of this relentless combat that she was now at the threshold, level 50.

A week had passed since Jon left. As assigned, Alexa, Jenny, and their legions had been clearing the roads for the migration.

"Alexa..."

A voice pulled Alexa from her thoughts. She turned to see Jenny approaching.

Jenny was also a far cry from her previous self. She wore a sleek, dark blue jumpsuit with matching boots, a defensive treasure from the system. Two swords rested at her waist, a pink hair clip sat in her hair, and a red necklace hung around her neck. A pair of earrings and multiple bracelets adorned her wrists.

Each piece enhanced her beauty, adding a refined edge to her presence. Yet no one dared approach her.

They had learned their lesson the hard way.

One brave soul had once declared he would replace Jon and claim the legion leaders as his wives. He hadn’t even finished speaking before his life was snuffed out.

"Oh, Jenny the loving, can you love me too?" Alexa teased, her gaze roaming playfully over Jenny’s form.

"Would you stop?" Jenny rolled her eyes but smiled faintly.

The thing was, Alexa wasn’t far off from Jenny in beauty. If anything, she was just as captivating. But her unpredictable nature and ruthless combat style kept most at a distance.

Besides, everyone knew how much Jon valued her.

’She’s finally opening up.’ Jenny observed, noting the subtle change in Alexa’s demeanor. It had been over a month since Alexa lost her

brother, and only now was she beginning to connect again, even if only with the camp leaders.

"We’ve cleared another 10 kilometers," Jenny said. "We can begin moving again."

Alexa nodded. And as they prepared to advance—

"Oh, you’re close."

A familiar voice cut through the air.

They turned sharply, eyes locking onto the figure standing before them.

"Jon?"