The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1868: Adjusting to Larta City

Rex left the room alone and descended downstairs.

In the lobby, one of the robed figures was already there for him, directing him to the lounge where he should wait. He claimed a spot on the corner sofa, leaning back with his eyes fixed forward in intense reflection, brushing off the stares from those nearby.

His attire from the Spirit Realm made him stick out sharply amid the crowd.

Yet he paid it no mind.

A whirlwind of thoughts churned in his head.

Encountering the High Lord so soon wasn't part of his scheme, but it wasn't without value.

He had gained several worthwhile benefits from it.

Luckily, High Lord Rashal proved quite chatty, revealing much information. Still, while positives emerged from this unexpected twist, negatives lurked as well.

In the Spirit Realm, he'd kept a low profile.

The notice he drew came solely from the local lord—yet now, the mightiest figure in this sector of the Primordial Meadow had set sights on him. Power wasn't the issue any longer. Even matching High Lord Rashal's strength, the gap in influence was vast.

Should he cross the High Lord, the full might of the Primordial Meadow would crush Rex.

He wished to believe High Lord Rashal wouldn't turn against him, but certainty escaped him.

A figure like that always sniffed out chances, spelling inevitable headaches.

High Lord Rashal claimed intuition guided him to that report.

But the deception was obvious—he was lying outright, even about the Pure White Dimension.

The System named that white realm the Pure Black Dimension. Its power extended beyond lie detection to summoning a beast that would slay him instantly. That single falsehood exposed High Lord Rashal as a compulsive deceiver.

Lies flowed from him effortlessly.

At that moment, his attention snapped to a group stepping into the lounge.

Davina, Lilliana, Nash, and the robed attendant from the lobby earlier.

"Mr. Rex Silverstar, you may now retract your Soul Artifacts. Thank you for your cooperation," the figure said courteously. From his sleeve, he drew a metallic card resembling a credit card and set it on the table. "The High Lord wishes you to have this. It covers your expenses across the city.

"Please, enjoy the city. It’s an honor for the city to host such a young talent." He added.

Rex eyed the credit card.

His expression stayed neutral, though delight was the last thing he felt.

None of it showed on his face.

High Lord Rashal made no secret of wanting to track Rex. This card likely signaled his position and logged every purchase, simplifying surveillance for the High Lord and his forces.

Rex tolerated the transaction records, but constant location pings posed a threat.

Still, he could manage it.

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Rex turned back to the figure. "What about the permit?"

"Someone will visit your place tonight to deliver the permit."

After relaying the message, the figure flashed a friendly smile at the group and departed.

Only then did the others take seats.

"I see you’re all fine," Rex remarked, reclining on the sofa and crossing his legs. "Interrogated?"

"No, it wasn’t an interrogation," Davina denied, shaking her head. "I just sat alone in a waiting room. It got boring with that sleepy music droning in my ears."

Rex glanced at Lilliana and Nash; they appeared to have endured the same.

"Who did you meet?" Lilliana asked, leaning in with curiosity, while Davina and Nash eyed their surroundings more keenly. "Must’ve been someone insanely powerful to pull us from that cavity like that."

"Yes, a real powerhouse. High Lord Rashal—he runs this city and every one in Cluster Gamma," Rex answered.

"What did he want?"

"Just some routine questions about our reason for coming here. But I could tell he really just wanted to see me."

"You must’ve pinged on his radar. I’d want to meet you too if I were him. Anyway, did you tell him why we’re here?"

"Yes."

"How do you know he won’t interfere?"

"Whether he knows our purpose in this realm or not doesn’t change much—he’d find out eventually. Plus, I struck a deal with him," Rex rubbed his temple, second-guessing his choice. "He wants us representing him in something, though I don’t know the details."

"Us?" Lilliana jabbed a finger at herself, then Davina and Nash. "All of us?"

"Yeah, I believe so."

"In exchange for what?"

"I requested a Primordial Authority, granting access to any realm without Primordial Meadow suppression. I’d aimed for just permits, but he surprisingly granted the Authority. As goodwill, he handed over one permit upfront."

"Agreeing right away? Either he’s desperate, or he never planned to honor it," Lilliana scoffed, amused by High Lord Rashal. "Do you trust him? Think he’ll deliver?"

No deal mattered if it went unkept, no matter how sweet.

"Of course not. How could I ensure he follows through?" Rex dismissed with a wave, aware it needed fixing later. "No alternatives anyway. Refusing means open hostility. This way, he at least pretends nicely."

Instinctively, Lilliana scanned the area.

Fear of eavesdroppers gripped her.

But Rex flicked his wrist, planting a nail like the one sealing Zev’s domain.

It sealed everything in and out—no one could overhear.

Suddenly, a frown etched Rex’s face as a memory from the meeting resurfaced.

"You’re sure they only had you wait?" Rex probed. "Just sit and nothing else? No questions?"

"Yes, that’s exactly it," Lilliana confirmed firmly, sensing his puzzlement. She elaborated, "We got teleported straight into this building’s hall with multiple rooms. A robed woman greeted us and led each to a private waiting room."

"Anything strange? Something she did, used, or wore?"

"Strange?" Lilliana recalled. "Not really. She just took our names. Oh, and she wore bright gold gloves that clashed with her all-white outfit."

Rex’s eyes lit up. "Did she go for a handshake?"

"Yes, she extended her hand for one—"

Lilliana halted abruptly.

For an instant, their gazes locked, a silent understanding flashing between.

Then, in sync, enlightenment struck.

"That’s how he knew so much about me. Way too much," Rex exhaled, remembering High Lord Rashal’s knowledge of his Mortal Realm companions and unborn daughter—facts Lilliana and Davina shared.

Rex trusted the sisters wouldn’t blab key details carelessly.

They navigated deceit daily.

But the God Realm shifted dynamics, inviting slips.

"Ah, I shook her hand..." Davina flushed with embarrassment.

"It’s okay," Rex brushed it off. No anger—it was unintentional. "Just avoid touching strangers’ stuff. Everything here is divine-grade with touch-based effects."

Over the following days, Rex and his group adapted to life in Larta City.

With the pact sealed and High Lord Rashal’s watchful eyes ever-present, they played their assigned roles. Post-meeting, they sought housing—a central square apartment tempted, but they chose a penthouse for superior city views.

Prior to settling, they grabbed local clothes to blend seamlessly.

Davina and Lilliana drew the most eyes, still in dresses since spatial rings failed here. It also let them savor modern vibes, speeding adjustment.

Rex guided them through it all.

The setup echoed Ratmawati City, putting him at ease.

He glimpsed new facets of them too.

Davina’s gaze lingered on adorable dolls and decor, unexpected given her obsession with power. Offers to buy sparked denials and ire.

Shyness was the real culprit.

Lilliana craved treats—ice cream, cakes topping her list.

The Spirit Realm’s barren lands limited culinary variety.

Yet Nash proved the biggest hassle.

He kept urging secluded, sparse spots. His lone-wolf instincts chafed amid crowds—worse with most passersby outmatching him.

Back at the penthouse, he pleaded to scout the outskirts.

Sparser folk. Grimy. Rougher than the core.

Rex relented. Nash’s logic held: outskirts locals would spill more on High Lord Rashal than polished central types. Though Rex guessed solitude drove it more than duty.

Later, Davina and Lilliana ventured solo.

Davina sought her shady town contacts for secrets, hauling Lilliana along to curb her growing coziness with Rex.

Thus, Rex alone remained in the penthouse.

Cross-legged in the grey-matted training room, he sat.

These past days fixated him on one pursuit.

His Nigh-Divine Adaptation skill.

Consuming four Godlings stirred an odd sensation within. He’d probed it relentlessly, failing until now.

A notification materialized before him, drawing a grin.