"What did you say?!" The man before him shouted as the armrest shattered from the sheer force coming from his hands...as he clutched them hard upon hearing the most ridiculous news he had heard in ages.

"I-it’s what is written in the letter, family head..." a man spoke with his teeth chattering, he couldn’t handle the aura the man radiated in front of him.

It’s too much for a weaker tier like him to get exposed to the bloodlust in the man’s eyes and aura.

The rage he was feeling was boiling to the point where the surroundings cracked and slowly turned into silver...

"Are you saying that all the masters and the elder died just like that?! That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard in my entire life!!" He didn’t want to believe such a thing...that a group of no more than five was said to have annihilated ten masters who had experienced hell, treating those battle-hardened men like ants!

Not to mention the elder of the family, who was a fucking Grandmaster!

Even though the elder was old, that was just his appearance.

Ever since he was a kid, that elder had been incredibly strong, and only after becoming the family head did he surpass those old bones.

Yet, the fucking letter that was sent back claimed he died just like that... truly a lifelong joke.

Furthermore, Grandmasters were monstrous entities that were exceptionally hard to kill; he simply couldn’t believe such a joke.

Who the fuck was that man to kill them like ants without even struggling?

That’s the most ridiculous new he got, a joke of all his years of existence and his leadership as the family head.

A fucking joke of ages!

Bang!!!

The door flew open as another man appeared, breathing heavily while holding another letter in his trembling hands.

The room was already turning silver in every corner; the family head was truly about to explode.

Viens started popping into his temples and forehead, while hot smoke started coming out from his ears and nose.

"F-family head... the situation is quite dire. All of the elites we sent have died, including the elder... I just received confirmation just now, and it’s true." His voice was barely audible as a translucent energy flowed through the man’s body.

The aura of a mid-tier being was unleashed!

His emotions were in utter turmoil now; the expectations they had desired turned out to be the shittiest outcome.

Not only did they have a limited number of masters now, but they had also lost a pillar of the family whom they needed the most.

The tradition of sending heirs to battle each other was just the tip of the iceberg; exploits and rotten plans worked in the shadows.

But now that they had lost too many assets, those other families wouldn’t hesitate to take a bite out of an already wounded prey.

How could this happen to them when such crucial things were going on?

Those other families would definitely sniff out their weakness before long... maybe they already knew.

Those hyenas can smell something when it’s an opportunity, not losing the chance to fuck them up.

Well..he was one so he knows that he is currently in bad state...a total and ridiculous bad news.

’Fuck... who is that man to kill them?’ He couldn’t do anything about the matter as of now; it was completely beyond his control when potential attacks might happen along their borders.

Even if he wanted to hunt down the one who slaughtered his people, he couldn’t afford to do so blindly..

"Assemble the best masters and send two elders. I want the head of that man within three days!" he ordered, completely disregarding the expressions both men were making.

How could they not make such a face when the orders he spoke were more or less the death and annihilation of the entire family?

Those elders needed to protect their own stations, as possible infiltrations could happen at any moment, yet he was ordering them to send elders away!

Not just one, but two! Not to mention their main battle force...those masters acted as the commanders of the battlefield, sending orders to those of lower tiers and acting as pillars to motivate the foot soldiers.

"I will handle the rest, just follow my commands... now scram!" He was seething from the inside out; it was truly a massive chunk of bad news.

’Now... I really expect results from this... I want to see his head and impale it in the plaza...’ he thought. The only thing he could do was wait.

The reason why he gave them three days to complete the task was because those elders were far away; moving takes time, not to mention the travel time they needed just to get to the village... and lastly, locating the man who butchered his bloodline.

"Those three families won’t wait. I need to prepare something... especially for those rune shits," the man spoke, massaging his temples as he recalled those Stormrunes.

Those endless runes and artifacts really made his blood boil.

He despised that family to the core, as they were so crafty with those annoying artifacts; that family really based their conquest on the unique function of runes.

Still... he needed to hold on. It didn’t matter what kind of plot they hatched, as long as the head of the man was delivered within three days.

.....

"Tsk... tsk... tsk... acting so mischievous, but you can’t even hold out for an entire day..." Quinn looked at the three mature beauties sprawled across the room.

As usual, they couldn’t hold a candle to him, completely spent while smiling heavenlying.

The entire session had lasted for a full day... and as the sun was almost setting, it marked the end of another day of absolute freedom.

Nothing really beat being free... as Quinn could do whatever he wanted without his mind being clouded by those life-threatening battles and problems.