The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1865: The Dark City of Glass Steel

"Say," Rex swept his eyes left and right, allowing the crowd to gaze at and etch his face into memory. He was cooperating fully. "Given the immense size of this realm, do you question every single person who enters? If I were you, that would be a massive headache."

"I won’t allow you to pass without inspection," Vadyn replied coldly. "Don’t bother attempting it."

"I’m not attempting anything," Rex exhaled deeply. He remained puzzled about what he had done to provoke these enforcers. Nothing wrong had occurred on his part. Or at least, they were unaware of any wrongdoing. "I’m just curious what put me on your list."

Vadyn snorted in response to his words.

She deemed it laughable that Rex held such a lofty view of himself.

"You’re nothing special," She motioned around with her hand. "Plenty of problematic beings slip into the realm via the cavity because it’s the most secure entry. Fewer watchers patrol here than in other areas.

"Everyone entering through the cavity, particularly from the south and east, gets scrutinized." She continued.

Rex nodded, comprehending the situation.

He had anticipated committing some error along the journey.

Yet that proved untrue.

Suddenly, a frown appeared on Rex’s face. "If all entrants to this zone face checks, then the sisters who came here with me... why weren’t they inspected and questioned too? And Nash—why allow him to go? Why target only me?"

"Who claimed it’s just you?" Vadyn met his gaze with a smirk.

A mask concealed her upper face, revealing only her mouth that accentuated the smirk.

Rex’s frame stiffened, though he forced himself to unwind.

"You gave your word no harm would come to them?" He inquired, seeking confirmation.

"I don’t know what sorts of folks you’ve associated with, but rules govern this place," Vadyn dismissed with a wave. She snuck in a patronizing look, underscoring his humble beginnings. "If they behave peacefully, they’ll be safe. And yes, rest assured, our questioning technique is... unique."

Naturally, the notion crossed his thoughts.

In the Mortal Realm or Spirit Realm, torture would be standard.

Savage, yet highly effective.

Should the enforcers harm Davina or Liliana—even a single strand of hair—dire repercussions would follow. Rex trusted their capability to defend themselves, yet he’d never permit any injury to strike them.

Minutes passed before Rex reached the site.

He positioned himself before a colossal rift situated in the town’s central square.

Moments ago, upon spotting the central square, Rex observed its vast expanse, comparable to several soccer fields. Strangely, townsfolk skirted the middle section.

They stuck to the peripheries.

Rex quickly understood the reason upon nearing, as the rift emerged into sight.

The rift evaded detection. Rex couldn’t perceive it despite standing mere steps away. Only upon entering the square’s core did space warp, unveiling the rift.

Gazing upward at the rift, Rex drew in a sharp breath.

As a top powerhouse from the lower planes, Rex knew dimensional rifts well.

In the Mortal Realm, his battles against peers shredded the dimensional weave. Each fight scarred space, destabilizing energy levels and endangering weaker beings.

Yet this rift—a gray vertical gash piercing the sky—belonged to a superior league.

Rex sensed the energy required to form it exceeded his wildest imagination.

"Move it," Vadyn guided ahead.

They traversed numerous soldiers securing the rift. Hundreds patrolled. Some formed lines along the flanks. Others vetted visitors like Rex. A few underwent on-site interrogations, which proved efficient.

Most soldiers eyed their path.

Not with aggression. With intrigue.

Their uniforms displayed ranks, yet all saluted as Vadyn proceeded.

"Who’s accompanying Enforcer Vadyn?"

"Likely some wanderer who crossed over. I heard she was nearby."

"Wanderer? She wouldn’t personally escort one. Her subordinates would."

"He seems significant."

Rex caught their murmurs and arched an eyebrow.

Parting the throng, Vadyn escorted Rex directly to the rift’s edge, then turned, inviting him forward courteously as if to a noblewoman. "You first," She instructed. "Not being native to the Spirit Realm, the other side might suit you more."

Rex entered the rift, and the vista shifted instantly.

At last, it resembled a world he recognized.

A city sprawled before him, with sleek glass and steel lines. Its modern, expansive design felt familiar to a human like him. Towering skyscrapers of gleaming crystal and ebony metal mirrored the dimming sun with flawless precision.

Vast windows showcased lit interiors.

Every level shone with consistent, masterful glow.

Rex stood curbside on the primary avenue. No chaos marred the scene. Pristine roads hugged the pristine lake, elegant vehicles glided steadily, and graceful bridges spanned the waterways.

Perfection in sophisticated modernity everywhere.

Amidst his past haunts, this city delighted him.

Exiled from human lands, his existence had devolved to medieval eras—kingdoms, market towns, enchanted locales. Modernity had vanished from his sight.

Returning to such origins invigorated him.

"Does this appeal to you?" Vadyn’s voice emerged from behind as she positioned beside him. "That helps pinpoint it: Steel Realm, Human Dome Realm, or perhaps Mortal Realm. Your home lies among them."

Rex stayed silent.

He shut his eyes and inhaled profoundly.

Upon reopening them, he noted the fractured sky.

Not wildly broken, but methodically so. A enormous rift with even borders spanned overhead, forking into various trails. It pulsed gently, alive-like. Ethereal glow seeped from cracks, tainting the heavens in eerie shades.

Rex then remembered uncertainty about his contact.

"Who am I supposed to meet again?"

"The High Lord of the Gamma Cluster."

"Cluster..."

Thinking of the Cluster Custodian managing realms in the Primordial Meadow, Rex figured the High Lord of the Gamma Cluster ruled multiple cities there.

Not the Custodian, but authoritative enough to fulfill Rex’s requests.

Abruptly, a glossy dark maroon luxury sedan materialized before them.

The driver exited and swung open the rear door, posture rigid like a spear, vigilant as a strict guard. An Awakened Demigod too—strong at one star, below Vadyn’s two stars.

"Get in," Vadyn nudged Rex lightly.

Rex shot her a protesting look but relented.

The ride flowed without congestion across the boulevard, sparse vehicles only. Rex soon spotted stalled cars and bikes vanishing roadside, seemingly shifted to alternate spaces for clear paths.

He also saw buildings lacking entrances.

Inhabitants summoned portals to access.

"Is this some key city?" Rex questioned to break the heavy quiet.

"Indeed," Vadyn affirmed with a nod.

Rex faced her, tilting forward slightly to prompt more details.

She sighed irritably at his probing but elaborated, "This is Larta City, or the Dark City of Glass Steel. A Hive City linking various smaller cities and the Cavity we exited.

"Know this: any mischief here means instant death." She warned.

Yet another empty intimidation.

Rex rolled his eyes, intent solely on bargaining.

Naturally, Vadyn assumed the worst.

When the vehicle halted, Rex alighted and gazed skyward. A stone spire pierced the clouds before him—towering beyond even the Great Barricade, among the loftiest edifices he’d witnessed.

Encircling its pinnacle sat a grand glass cathedral-like structure.

He trailed Vadyn through layers of screenings.

Outer scans used machines, but core verifications by robed figures in immaculate white—blending shaman and priest vibes—handled the depths. Their auras deterred Rex from probing.

It’d trigger a pounding headache, unwanted.

Throughout, Vadyn openly distrusted him, demanding double checks. Even the robed ones complied. "Verify twice," She ordered, nodding at Rex. "I don’t trust him."

"Understood, Enforcer Vadyn."

One approached Rex once more, motioning to a chamber.

"Wow..." Rex eyed Vadyn as they led him off. "Simply wow."

Within, they stripped him bare for exhaustive examination. Soul, mind, body—all scoured for threats to inhabitants or the High Lord. Predictably, nothing surfaced.

His gear resided in his inventory.

Detecting it was impossible; even Gods couldn’t pierce the System.

Still, they claimed his Soul Artifacts.

During the High Lord talks, all three Soul Artifacts stayed with them.

Any vanishing marked him criminal immediately.

Strict, but he pinpointed the culprit.

"Don’t take it too hard," the robed woman said smiling warmly, patting his chiseled shoulder. "Enforcer Vadyn’s fresh in her role. She’s overly cautious and tense. Just humor her a bit."

"Heh," Rex scoffed. "I’ll go easy on the rookie."

The robed woman offered an uneasy smile.

Enforcer Vadyn would’ve erupted hearing that.

After the duplicate check ended, a light-composed elevator whisked Rex to the summit—a gravity force lifting him. Without it, summiting was infeasible.

Space warped visibly during ascent.

He entered a vast study chamber.

"High Lord Rashal," Enforcer Vadyn saluted. "I’ve brought the visitor."