The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1866 1866: Truth and Trust

Prior to his meeting with the High Lord, Rex formed several expectations beforehand.

Primarily, he anticipated encountering a person resembling Sebrof. A figure with commanding presence. Regardless of his many shortcomings, Sebrof remained an effective leader, strong enough to shoulder humanity's heavy load. This consensus held true, given his continued tenure in that role even now.

Observing how Sebrof owned up to his errors and forged ties with the Clarentium Empire, Rex held a trace of admiration for him.

A leader capable of earning respect from those around him. That was precisely what Rex had in mind.

Yet the High Lord turned out differently.

"High Lord Rashal," Vadyn pressed the crest on her chest and gave a salute. "I've brought the visitor."

A few steps back, Rex stood observing the man deemed the High Lord.

Against his predictions, High Lord Rashal appeared youthful. Extremely so. By Mortal Realm measures, he seemed in his late twenties. Positioned behind a lengthy rectangular table, the vast cityscape of glass and steel stretched out behind him via the expansive glass wall.

Pale skin typical of a Vampire marked him. A firm jawline defined his features, muscles shifting as he savored the steak. His sleek ashy-blonde hair was neatly swept back. For someone of his rank, his attire stayed casual—loose black silk pants paired with a hazelnut V-neck exposing his chest.

Even after Vadyn's words, his gaze lingered on the fresh steak plate ahead.

His left-handedness showed clearly from gripping the knife in his left.

Typically, facing a possible danger, one projects an intimidating aura. High Lord Rashal did no such thing. Steady and composed heartbeats emanated from him. Relaxed shoulders. Perfect control over his aura.

Utterly composed. Maybe overly so.

One glance revealed to Rex that High Lord Rashal mirrored himself.

Yet another young powerhouse harboring a predator's ruthless heart—a despot.

Suddenly, the clinking of knife and fork on the plate ceased.

The room instantly filled with heavy tension. After what seemed forever to Vadyn, High Lord Rashal lifted his gaze at last. Piercing amber eyes locked onto Rex, utterly devoid of feeling.

Catching this, Vadyn looked back at Rex, signaling him to present himself to the High Lord.

Only now did Rex notice his prolonged silence. Simply watching.

Such open staring proved impolite, so he cleared his throat promptly.

"Greetings, High Lord Rashal," Rex advanced, letting sunlight illuminate his face. "I suspect you harbor doubts about me entering this realm?"

"Please," High Lord Rashal indicated the chair opposite with a gesture. "Sit."

Rex glanced at Vadyn for confirmation on whether to comply, sitting only after her subtle nod.

Without hesitation, High Lord Rashal resumed his meal.

He devoured the steak with keen appetite, as if starved for a week.

"I've eyed the High Lord seat for much of my life," He arched a brow, cocking his head at his own words, "though that's brief beside the ancient offspring of those parliamentary fossils.

"Now perched in this enormous office," With his knife hand, he swept toward the vast space—twice the size of Rex's castle throne rooms. "My days blur into endless paperwork."

He paused, directing attention to the central salt shaker, "Could you pass that?"

Rex eyed the salt, seized it, and passed it to Vadyn.

Receiving it from Vadyn, he kept eating while speaking.

"The real ordeal hit when they linked my cluster to the Cavity. Previously, a hundred pages daily sufficed. Now stacks overwhelm me each day. It worsened to skipping meals and snapping a finger."

High Lord Rashal eyed Vadyn, "You witnessed it, didn't you? No exaggeration."

"Yes, High Lord," She affirmed with a nod.

Content, High Lord Rashal stuffed another large bite, "A family fleeing an endless ocean realm hid in the Cavity from a God. Next came a dubious woman reportedly smuggling Demigod children to claim her own realm.

"The ministry must've pitied me, dispatching aides. I dropped to my knees—and cursed the Gods for the first time over this boon. Not for lacking aid, but for the delay. Anyway, I now review only flagged critical reports.

"Still, my workload has ballooned since." He indicated the formally dressed man aside, ordering another steak while leaning back.

Throughout this one-way exchange, High Lord Rashal avoided Rex's eyes entirely.

Finally, steak done and mouth wiped, he met Rex's gaze anew.

Right then, the man halted at the door and pivoted.

"High Lord, we've apprehended the man attempting realm escape," He reported.

"Bring him here," High Lord Rashal replied, cleaning hand grease with a napkin.

"He's accompanied by family. Wife and two young children."

"Slay his wife. Slay his kids. Then deliver him to me."

Casually, High Lord Rashal shifted focus to Rex, discarding the napkin on the table.

"So," He swiveled sideways, legs crossed, "Your thoughts on my cousin?" Noting Rex's bewilderment, he eyed Vadyn. "Enforcer Vadyn. Rest assured, her tough exterior hides a softer side once known."

"High Lord Rashal, stay professional," Vadyn cautioned sternly.

"Hmm," High Lord Rashal chuckled softly. "Word is you arrived with two stunning women. Regrettable, yet a fellow like you manages anoth—"

"I'm here for assessment," Rex cut in. "To prove I pose no danger."

The office fell silent once more.

A gentle air conditioner hum from overhead vents provided the sole sound.

Rex held High Lord Rashal's stare, breaking it only at approaching footsteps on the plush carpet. The formally attired man returned, setting a new steak precisely on the table.

"Are you truly no threat to us, Mr. Rex Silverstar?"

"No."

"Hmm," High Lord Rashal nodded deliberately. Then he tilted his head, "You get it, having gained power young like me, but instincts…" He tapped his temple. "That inner voice guides us best. Your report reached my office, Mr. Rex Silverstar, bypassing my desk.

"It went to a subordinate. Yet instinct urged me to inspect it."

"Right now, my instincts scream of danger lurking in your tale."

High Lord Rashal offered a faint smile.

Extending his hand, he received a paper from the formally dressed man.

"Near your arrival time, four Pale Defenders vanished," High Lord Rashal scanned the document aloud. "That zone's perilous, naturally, unconfirmed as your work, but…

"My intuition—and the oddity," He set the paper down. "That paints you poorly already."

"Your gut, my supposed threat," Rex hesitated. He rapped his index finger twice on the ornate wood table. "That leaves you in a weak spot too, High Lord Rashal. I approached in good faith, but now… trust is broken."

"Then let's discuss trust." High Lord Rashal flicked his hand.

Vadyn and the man retreated to the adjacent room, averting eyes for privacy.

Rex surveyed the space, bracing for any bold move from High Lord Rashal to test for guilt. The System detected zilch. Still, his vigilance stayed razor-sharp.

Vadyn hasn't revealed details about me. Troubling.

He projected an image of having powerful backing, yet piercing that facade in this tight office—powerless here—proved challenging.

In a blink, Rex's pupils widened as the environment warped.

Suddenly, he occupied a stark white empty chamber.

System scans showed teleportation to a separate dimension or realm; the office structure vanished from detection. "No fear needed," High Lord Rashal crossed his legs. "Hide nothing, fear nothing."

With a wave, he indicated the featureless white expanse. "Welcome to the Pure White Dimension. Truth alone echoes here. Five questions from me. Pass them, and I guarantee—no harm to you or your companions." He paused. "As goodwill, I'll entertain any request too."

Not bad terms.

Gaining unconditional permit from High Lord Rashal would make this journey immensely rewarding. Intuition warned Rex: miss this, and approval becomes exponentially tougher.

Thus, he must handle it flawlessly.

"A deal too good to reject," Rex agreed with a nod. "Pose your questions, High Lord."

High Lord Rashal prolonged the pause briefly.

Inside, he organized his five queries, blinking when set.

<Notice: the Pure Black Dimension's effect now envelops the user. Lies manifest as Black Creatures that will utterly destroy the user.>

<Dispel the effect?>

<Yes or No>

Rex leaned back, perusing the pop-up alerts.

A subtle smile formed on his lips—one High Lord Rashal spotted but ignored.

"Do you view yourself as dangerous, even by God Realm standards?"

"Yes."

The query startled Rex, yet proved a masterful opener exposing him fully.

That single response clarified his stature.

A being self-assured amid Gods signals extraordinary prowess.

And the powerful merit close watch.

High Lord Rashal glanced at the paper now in hand, nodding approvingly at Rex's forthright, unwavering reply—like a man unburdened by deceit.

"How many companions did you bring?"

"Two. Davina and Lilliana."

"What brings you here?"

"…"

The third query drew a hesitation, drawing High Lord Rashal's eyes up.

Questioningly, he fixed on Rex, then urged with a hand motion.

"For pleasure."

"Pleasure?"

High Lord Rashal exhaled sharply, utterly unprepared for Rex's response. Visit motives varied endlessly among Cavity entrants.

Yet pleasure hadn't crossed his speculations.

"Explain," He pressed forward. His amber eyes gleamed against the white void. "Does this pleasure link to the Overseer or Primordial Meadow matters?"

"No. Just passing through."

"I see. Then, where lies this… pleasure?"

"Blood Moon Realm."

Intently, High Lord Rashal held Rex's gaze for a moment.

The reply piqued his interest, touching on a God, yet he forbore probing.

"Your circumstances make sense now," He nodded, dissolving the paper. "No further questions needed. But protocol demands five. Cooperating nicely, I'll forfeit the last with a trivial one.

"Man or woman?"

"I'm a woman."

"What…?"