"FUCKERRR!!!!!! I WILL KILL YOUUU!!!!" His composure shattered completely, turning him into a deranged old man.

How could his sanity remain intact when he couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened?

All of their house’s investments and the years allotted for nurturing these Masters were gone, slaughtered like swine in a matter of minutes...while the last eight had died in mere milliseconds, before he could even blink.

"Hmm... that’s it. I want that reaction." Quinn was thoroughly satisfied with the disgusting old man’s despair.

It was truly a work of art, a masterpiece of carnage.

Now he fully understood what those supreme entities felt as they watched events unfold from above, looking down at the pitiful pleas and futile efforts of insects just to play with them like toys.

"But a dead man’s role is to stay silent, you don’t need to waste any words." Owen looked at him, looking down the very existence of the old bones.,

"Blink."

Quinn teleported directly in front of the elder and delivered a devastating punch.

BOOOMMM!!!!

"Arghh!!!!..." A pitiful shriek echoed as trees splintered from the sheer force of the impact.

The momentum didn’t stop until the old man was buried deep within the final trunk, as the trees that went passed was splintered and put down to the ground.

His face was shattered beyond recognition, though his mouth miraculously remained intact.

His body was reduced to a broken doll, bones and flesh brutally ravaged by a single strike.

He was incredibly lucky to survive a powered punch from a fist carrying over 2,000 points in attributes.

Quinn had intentionally suppressed his strength just enough to keep the wretch alive to speak, wanting to see if Lyra and Alice would recognize him.

He had already planned to head straight to Lyra’s former tormentor to settle some unpaid debts, followed by the matters regarding Alice’s family, and lastly, to deal with the entirety of the Silverglade clan.

While some adjustments to the itinerary might occur, Quinn would certainly follow his general action plan.

However, he had no intention of flattening every powerhouse just yet..he still needed to milk the voluptuous busty MILFS of the other noble houses.

That’s his goal, and it’s a must.

The Silverglade family, however, was already off the table for mercy.

He had a gut feeling that no beautiful, busty MILFs existed within that lineage; just looking at the faces of the men he had killed practically screamed foul genes.

Owen believes in the saying that "don’t judge the book by its cover." Still...it’s best to make a decent choice.

He wasn’t trying to discriminate, but that was simply how the world worked, and he had already resolved to raze that entire faction to the ground.

Pruning a few bad branches simply wouldn’t suffice as they will resurface again...and the cycle never ends.

A thorough purging and total elimination were required to erase the corrupted bloodline that had thrived for decades.

Quinn then blinked over to the elder and hoisted him up like a trash bag, gripping him tightly by the neck to display his pathetic state.

’Quite disappointing for a Grandmaster tier, it’s like playing with a kid, tsk...tsk.’ Owen thought, as his body disappeared from the view.

What an absolute waste of time; he hadn’t even stretched his muscle fibers enough.

His theories regarding the baseline strength of the beings in this realm were proving true.

What Lyra had told him in the past basically detailed the cultivation limits of humanity...or specifically, Baron-ranked noble races.

Thus, Lyra’s stats were perfectly valid for a Tier 3 entity, whereas the Masters he had just slaughtered possessed a meager 300 points, yet they were already categorized as powerhouses governing portions of the human domain.

Alice had once mentioned that the Silverglade family was among the weakest, occupying the sixth rank and sitting just above the lowest house of the past.

Quinn still didn’t know all the details, but he didn’t need to rack his brain; he could simply interrogate the repulsive elder in his grasp.

An insect with a mouth can still shrieked no matter how badly it’s situation is, just enough torture and words and voice will come out.

As for why such critical reality of how the power works was so obscure, it was because the human masses were kept in the dark about the deeper truth, much like Lyra had been.

Even Alice had only possessed a vague understanding of the noble hierarchy until her time in the higher position of the Crucible forced her to absorb such staggering information.

This meant that the higher a race sat in the noble hierarchy, the inherently stronger they were.

If a Master from a Baron-grade race like humanity averaged 300 to 500 points in every attribute, then a Viscount-grade race would surely boast 500 to 800 points per stat, scaling upward the higher the lineage went.

To sum it up, the human populace was living a lie, completely oblivious to this crucial reality while the seven ruling families controlled everything behind the scenes...the cover-ups, the wars, and the exploitation.

It was highly probable that the trading of human lives to the Crucible for entertainment was also the handiwork of these elite houses

"This is getting more fun," Quinn murmured with a wicked smirk.

Who would have thought his journey would become this thrilling and unpredictable?

One thing was absolutely certain: he would conquer this world and claim every top-tier MILF as his own, and create his world...not a utopia but a place for him.

Call him a tyrant, he doesn’t give a shit as long as he sincerely loved his MILFS... nothing mattered anyway as his goals remained the same since the very beginning until now.

He blinked and vanished from the clearing, teleporting back up onto Neko’s soft back.

The skirmish with the orcs was already over, and he could see his four companions bickering over who had secured the highest kill count.