The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1867: Dangerous Visitor

"..."

"Did I not say it loud enough? I’m a woman."

Rex crossed his arms across the table and leaned back slightly, settling into a casual pose.

He appeared utterly indifferent, as though his bold statement wasn't shocking in the least.

High Lord Rashal fixed his stare on him for an awkwardly prolonged moment. He probed Rex's intentions while the strain gripped the office even more fiercely. 'What’s he really getting at?' His expression stayed impassive, yet inwardly he scowled. 'From every angle, nothing about him screams feminine. Certain realms trade male traits for female ones, but he doesn't hail from those.

'No, far more crucially, how does he even manage to lie here?' He suppressed the impulse to scan the surroundings—the pure whiteness. 'This realm extends from the Overseer’s authority. Even I can't override its influence. Then how in the world could he—'

Right then, High Lord Rashal caught on to Rex's scheme.

A subtle grin formed on his mouth as he propped his head on his fingers, clearly entertained by the development.

'He’s got a backer powerful enough to counter the effect,' High Lord Rashal mused, giving a nod. 'Intriguing.'

Rex held a steady face while locking eyes with him.

With Vadyn skipping the courtesy of briefing High Lord Rashal on his identity, Rex had no option but to reveal it personally. The realm's power linked to a mightier being—likely borrowed might. Rex figured it came from a Cluster Custodian or the Overseer themselves.

The power was immense.

Vastly surpassing anything Rex could match.

Yet that very gap in power led the System to classify this realm as overwhelmingly dominant for him.

Which let him activate the System to banish it whenever he chose.

Rex exploited that vulnerability to demonstrate to High Lord Rashal the presence of a formidable ally, building leverage for his permit request. Yet his gambit merely drew a grin across High Lord Rashal’s features.

The High Lord showed no intimidation whatsoever, which sparked concern.

Still, having committed to the play, Rex saw no point in hiding it now.

"Rest assured, High Lord," Rex lifted a hand and flashed a reassuring grin. "I’ve answered every one of your prior questions with complete honesty. You have my guarantee. Lying to you would only bring me grief, after all."

"But you’d gain from fibbing on that final question," High Lord Rashal replied with a thin smile. He flicked his hand, restoring the office surroundings. A light, amused laugh escaped him, and suddenly he snatched an item from beneath the table, aiming it straight at Rex.

A revolver.

Ornately crafted. Forged from pure divine-grade alloy. Potent enough to slay a Demigod without effort.

High Lord Rashal’s grin faded, giving way to a chill, shrewd expression.

"You overlooked a key detail, Mr. Rex Silverstar." He racked the revolver—the cylinder rotated and clicked ready. "I don’t take kindly to arrogance in my office. I put up with it from parliament folks, though I still despise it. But from an outsider like you?"

He left the sentence dangling.

Rex eyed the revolver and blinked deliberately slow.

No shock registered on him. His demeanor stayed unchanged, indifferent to the threat of death.

The System scan confirmed its extraordinary lethality.

<Notice: the user’s body and soul would be obliterated if the bullet struck the user’s vital spot>

"Suppose I pull the trigger on you now," High Lord Rashal arched his brows, his head nodding eagerly as if barely restraining himself. "Flesh, bone, soul—then that glass door behind you, what a pity since I adore my office setup, and replacing it means days of waiting.

"What difference would it make to my day besides ordering my assistant—or my cousin—to mop up the mess?" His query came with a grim, perilous stare.

Rex let out a faint scoff, leaned in with both arms on the table, and aligned his forehead squarely in the gun’s path. "You’ll face far..." He replied, gazing straight into mortality without flinching, "more trouble."

"Yeah?" High Lord Rashal’s smile broadened. "Sure, the parliament wouldn’t overlook me killing a guest—or anyone—since they crave spotless hands, so I’d need a thorough cleanup of blood and gore," He nodded toward his assistant. "He excels at that. Then I’d summon those white-robed sycophants below to wipe the soul’s remnants.

"You’d vanish from reality entirely. Like a specter," He set the revolver aside and steepled his fingers beneath his chin. "And I’d dispatch flowers plus compensation to your women downstairs—and those four at home. Word is, widowhood to a fallen emperor hits hard."

Mentioning the others sharpened Rex’s gaze.

The shift was subtle, but High Lord Rashal caught it instantly.

"Did your parents share Ghost tales with you?"

"Yes."

"Have you shared those tales with your child to keep her in line?"

"No."

"Do you want to share them?"

"Yes."

"My father nailed it: the real threats are those older—or younger—than your peers," High Lord Rashal remarked, reclining in his seat with a jovial chuckle. But Rex’s grave look silenced him. "Apologies. Now, tell me your request."

True to his word, High Lord Rashal heard out Rex’s proposal.

The discussion stretched on surprisingly long.

'How much time has passed?' Vadyn glanced back, straining for a glimpse through the glass at High Lord Rashal and Rex. 'Over an hour already. Still going? He claimed to be swamped, aiming to end it in minutes. What’s unfolding inside?'

Her eyes drifted to the assistant in the adjacent space.

Like her, he puzzled over what this guest could discuss with High Lord Rashal to justify such duration. They both noted the untouched steak, now stone-cold.

This slot was meant for High Lord Rashal’s downtime.

And he guarded his breaks fiercely.

Yet inexplicably, he devoted nearly an hour to Rex’s visit.

He’d never granted parliament members that much time.

'I’m concerned,' Vadyn’s brow furrowed as she drummed her thigh restlessly. Then she eased up, chiding her folly. 'Why fret? It’s Rashal. What could possibly threaten him?'

Just then, High Lord Rashal and Rex rose together.

The session had wrapped.

High Lord Rashal signaled Vadyn and the assistant to reenter, and they complied.

"Enforcer Vadyn, kindly guide Mr. Rex to the exit. Our talk is finished. Also, provide Mr. Rex a way to reach us swiftly," He directed, then addressed his assistant. "Share the details with him."

"Yes, High Lord," Vadyn bowed deeply. "I’ll handle it."

"Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Rex," High Lord Rashal stepped forward, offering a handshake that Rex took. "Once matters finalize, our fresh alliance will leave you pleased."

"I’ll anticipate that," Rex gripped firmly and faced Enforcer Vadyn. "I recall the route. No need to escort me."

He nodded once more to High Lord Rashal and exited the office.

Once gone, Vadyn confronted High Lord Rashal, frown etched clear. "Did I mishear?" She demanded, eyes narrowing. "New partnership? What kind? What value does that guest hold for you?"

"High Lord business, not yours." High Lord Rashal resumed his seat for the meal, only to find it chilled. "Didn’t notice the time drag on."

"At least an hour in there." Vadyn took a seat, scrutinizing her cousin for clues to his thoughts. "So—what’s your take?" Curiosity overflowed. "Does this guest seem harmless to the realm?"

"He claims so, but the Pure Black Dimension failed against him." He dug back into his food.

"Wha—?" Vadyn gaped in shock, then eyed the assistant for backup on this glaring warning sign. "If true, how can you believe him? Do you trust the man?"

High Lord Rashal laughed softly, forking another hefty bite.

He chewed and jabbed the knife toward Vadyn.

"Cousin, you’ve got plenty to learn yet," He shook his head, returning to the cooled steak. "I never sought grounds to trust or doubt him. Everything from his lips is falsehood. That’s my starting assumption."

"Then why the meeting...?" Vadyn threw up her hands in bewilderment. "What prompted you to see him?"

"How do you handle someone unseen?" High Lord Rashal halted. He awaited her reply but saw none forthcoming. "Precisely—you can’t. I met him to gauge his nature. Nothing more."

"Your verdict?"

"Heart of steel. Unyielding. And fiercely protective." High Lord Rashal chuckled. "Without that slip, he’d have stayed composed. Even compliments on his companions left him unmoved.

"Only invoking his women and the child at home cracked him."

High Lord Rashal eased back, picking at his pristine teeth, sated at last.

Craving more, he pondered ordering another.

"Sorry, Sir, but a meeting looms in ten minutes," the assistant interjected apologetically. "Another would eat into your schedule and impair focus. I’ll ready it post-meeting."

"Damn. Enjoyment warps time." High Lord Rashal grumbled—then zeroed in on Vadyn. "Shouldn’t you be back at your duties?" Spotting her distraction, he pressed. "Spit it out. What’s eating you?"

"I’m wondering." Vadyn tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What feat grabbed your interest initially?"

High Lord Rashal pressed something beneath the table.

Instantly, the table transformed. Its surface parted and melted away, revealing a sleek black steel surface with a central display. Dots flickered in formation, popping in and out.

Most glowed pale white or blue.

But as High Lord Rashal input a code, a single crimson dot persisted.

"What’s this?" Vadyn queried. She saw the assistant tense beside her, uneasy about this reveal. Clearly top-secret. "What signals that red dot?"

"Every dot marks an entrant to the Cavity," He clarified. "Pale white: no divine ties. Blue: robust links. Red: offended a deity." High Lord Rashal paused, prodding the screen. "Dark red? That signifies one who’s injured a God."