"Hmm... staying silent? I expected some grueling screams or something." Quinn smiled as he blew idly on his fingers, openly demonstrating how insignificant they were to him.

"BASTARD!!!! YOU ARE DEAD!!!" A man who bore a striking resemblance to the one who had just perished roared in fury.

Drawing his blade, he unleashed his full powe...though it was entirely futile.

Quinn vanished once more, materializing directly behind the shouting rat faced insect before opening his palm.

"Oh... a loving brother, I assume." Those were the last words the warrior ever heard before his neck was squeezed like a lemon, causing his skull to burst.

It happened so fast that the reaction can only be seen in slow motion, as it’s head turned read and poof..it exploded.

Quinn felt as though he were merely exterminating a gremlin; at a height of 5’5 feet, the man was far too small for his liking...well he i not shaming anyone, but it’s face is just disgusting that he wanted to annihilate all the bloodlines of the despicable insect.

The remaining combatants could neither move nor utter a single syllable; pure dread and terror had swallowed them whole.

Though they inflicted similar atrocities upon others almost daily, witnessing such ruthless slaughter happen in the blink of an eye was entirely paralyzing...they wanted to puke out something, but even breathing felt like a dream.

The man standing with amused face didn’t even care what kind of dread the remaining felt.

All of them were Masters with average attributes hovering around 300...a total elite force compared to ordinary trash, yet they were dying like insects squashed on a whim.

They were like ants that had bitten a human’s skin, only to be crushed the moment the itch was felt.

As the most experienced veteran in the group, the old man shouted out with it’s veins protruding from his temples and his neck.

He still couldn’t fathom exactly what had just transpired.

This was absolutely no fluke; it had already happened twice, and he was old enough to recognize a true anomaly.

The man standing before them was undeniably a monster masquerading in human skin.

"STOP!!! WE ARE NOT HERE TO ANTAGONIZE YOU!!!" Realizing it was impossible to subjugate this adversary, the elder decided it was wiser to appeal to his self-interest.

Even with his own stats exceeding 600, he felt entirely hopeless, meaning intellect had to take precedence over brute force... acting with pure brute is a fool’s act.

"Hmm... then what exactly can you offer?" Quinn countered, fully aware of the schemes running through the old man’s head...

Though he wanted to play his part...he figured it was better to play along for a moment.

’Heh...I’m really hypocrite, those heroic words I said back then is like a shit dumped to a random corner.’ Quinn recalled the time when he said that killing is bad...yet now was happening to him.

Killing those weak by just a pure whim...as the power dictates everything.

’Well, I just need to agree. I’m hypocrite and that’s that.’

Owen stopped his thoughts as the voice of the ugly old insect echoed to his ears.

"Haha... that is precisely why I appreciate a wise youth!" the elder spoke, beads of sweat cascading down his forehead. At the very least, this predator wasn’t a mindless brute who simply slaughtered without thought.

"We can offer you whatever riches your heart desires... Everything you require will be granted by our house, provided you align with us." The old man tried his best to persuade Quinn.

As for offering him women...that would be a foolish gamble that might cause his own head to roll, so he didn’t press his luck.

"Hmm... that is incredibly shallow. I can easily seize those riches myself if I truly wished to." The proposition was practically garbage to Quinn. What use was currency to him when he could acquire it with the slightest effort?

The unsatisfied MILFS currently back at his estate would gladly serve as his benefactors; coaxing resources out of them would be effortless.

Therefore, the offer was useless to him, especially since he didn’t plan on remaining in the human territories for very long anyway....perhaps a few months at most. Once he finished dominating the top-tier beauties of this realm and accumulating enough attributes, he would definitely migrate to a higher domain, specifically that of a viscount noble race.

"Oh? And what lineage do you belong to?" Quinn already had a solid grasp of where these repulsive men originated, but asking didn’t hurt.

He held all the cards, so he might as well use them.

Besides, ending the execution so abruptly would be incredibly boring. A little flair and dialogue made the entertainment much better.

"I am glad you asked... We belong to the illustrious and noble house, one of the seven ruling factions within the human domain...the Silverglade family!" He puffed out his chest, filled with immense pride for the lineage coursing through his veins.

"Then... I will accept that name as your payment." Too bad for him, Quinn’s smile twisted into something entirely demonic.

Who would have thought that the very faction he intended to hunt down would deliver themselves directly to his doorstep?

It was an absolute godsend, sparing him the tedious effort of tracking them down one by one in their respective strongholds.

"I beg your pardon... I do not comprehend what you mean." The elder was entirely baffled by Quinn’s statement. What sort of payment could possibly be derived from merely learning a family name?

It was a highly cryptic answer, one that even a brilliant veteran like himself couldn’t unravel. However, he wouldn’t have to wait long for context, as the eight Masters flanking him suddenly plummeted from the branches where they stood, looking like hunted birds.

Thud... thud... thud...

Heavy impacts echoed through the clearing as their bodies collided with the forest floor. Every single one of them had been decapitated without ever realizing how.