The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1877: Exciting Day

Rex slumped onto the sofa, tilting his head backward.

He shut his eyes, attempting to unwind.

Inhale. Exhale. Shifting between realms back and forth felt terrible. No serious damage afflicted him—but a nagging discomfort churned inside, resembling an intensified jet lag nightmare.

Though eager to push forward, who knew when such calm would return.

Earlier that day, he revisited High Lord Rashal’s office.

The High Lord was absent, a letdown, yet aid came from staff concerning the assassins dispatched to end him. Representing High Lord Rashal in some unclear fashion meant strikes against him counted as strikes against the High Lord.

The staff fully concurred.

Examination of Shadow’s garments and blood swiftly pinpointed the backing organization.

Bad fortune plagued Rex.

Shadow’s organization formed a infamous clan remaining unidentified.

Not their debut public killing spree, but intel on them stayed elusive. Captives among the assassins suicided, while the rest knew zilch of the group.

Perhaps memories got altered, or direct contact never occurred.

Hours passed before he returned, gains minimal.

Nothing surfaced from Jessie, leaving hopes pinned on the High Lord’s Office.

Even they provided no fresh details.

He secured the million-year-old ronan pill regardless.

The group’s assassination focus meant every killer mastered poisons, countered by this pill against toxins deadly enough to slay a four-star Awakened Demigod.

A true lifesaver.

During transit, Rex tested his pursuer spies.

Outpacing or dodging their gaze seemed feasible, but he misjudged.

All spies unleashed frequent short-range teleports at whim, ripple-free in the air. Crowds thickest failed to hinder their flawless tracking. Enclosed spaces alone disrupted them, Rex learned.

Exiting High Lord’s Office via the backup door delayed some spies’ relocation.

A full minute passed before rediscovery.

Back in his penthouse now.

Rest with closed eyes proved futile; his thoughts raced through riddles unsolicited.

Foot tapping restlessly on plush carpet, irritation boiled as the world arrayed against him like top global foe.

Beyond assassins, Aylith meeting awaited Rex.

High Lord and assassin clan overshadowing made it daunting.

Through the glass wall, Rex eyed the descending sun, mind blanking momentarily.

Suddenly, someone neared his room—he sensed it.

Quickly, a beep echoed as the lock yielded, identity unmistakable.

"What’s that?" Davina paused in the hall, gaze fixed on the glowing portal.

"Merely a portal to my realm," Rex waved dismissively, sipping from his glass. "Ignore it."

Approaching, she claimed the spot beside him on the sofa.

Gaze lingered on the portal, scanning the boundless void centering a vortex of glittering energy. Davina gestured toward distant women. "Is that...?" Facing Rex, "Yours?"

"Yes. Evelyn and Gistella."

"Which one carries your child?"

"Why the interest?" Rex arched a brow puzzled—but narrowed eyes urged her on. "Neither. She lingers in the Mortal Realm. Tough pregnancy for her race, fertile only once."

Davina’s lips formed an O, head nodding.

Portal to Rex’s private realm surprised her little.

Rex’s arrival flipped impossibles to possibles—this fit right in.

Pointing to herself, "Should I go say hi?"

"Later, when the mood strikes," Rex scrubbed his face with palms, stretching out. "They can’t glimpse us. God Realm conceals from lesser ones like mine. They’re occupied anyway."

No pushback from Davina then.

"Come see this. Something to share," Kneeling from sofa to floor, she set a round artifact on the glass table. Pale green compass, intricately edged sharply. A tap ignited light from its crown. "New friend handed it over."

"Is that so?" Rex bent forward, observing the light as it shaped into what looked like a family tree.

Yet it proved not to be a family tree, rather a hierarchy of governance.

Three boxes dominated the peak, spreading branches downward to countless roots.

"Here in Larta City," Davina indicated the top three boxes. "Three prominent families hold power. High Lord Rashal hails from the Drowe Family, owners of various enterprises, the largest in private security that provides realm insurance too. Such perks stem from his role as High Lord.

"The Drowe Family's chief opponent is the Montclair Family," she motioned toward the next box.

Rex paid close attention to her words.

With Enforcer Vadyn being his cousin, Rex was already aware of his Drowe Family origins.

However, the ventures of the Drowe Family and their adversaries were fresh details to him.

Davina went on detailing the Montclair Family, followed by the influential members from both clans in the executive ministries. Yet Rex only needed to watch those boasting superior personal power.

In just a handful of days, gathering such intel was astonishing.

Bringing Davina and Lilliana along had clearly been a wise choice.

Rex couldn't have accomplished what they managed.

He took in every bit of Davina's explanation before reclining once she wrapped up.

Or so he believed she had ended, though it was merely the beginning.

"Plus, my new acquaintances took me to something called a mall," Davina pressed on, her eyes gleaming while she shared her thrilling adventure. "It's all glass and lights everywhere. Tons of lights. And the scent inside is delightful and fresh. The odd thing is folks just stroll by without a greeting."

"Really?" Rex heard her out with a faint grin, stroking her cheek gently as she chatted.

"Yes!" Davina bobbed her head, her enthusiasm bubbling forth. "Oh, I checked out the bookstores—they stock heaps of spellbooks for sale to anyone. How does that work? I'd hoard them all myself. And the food. God, the food! What's that one called? The cold treat on a cone."

"Ice cream."

"Yeah, ice cream! Mine had vanilla topped with chocolate sprinkles—"

Davina rambled on about the spotless, orderly spots packed with unfamiliar machines. Plus entertainments beyond her wildest dreams. The Spirit Realm lacked any modernity, making it all a thrilling novelty for her.

Midway through, though, she realized Rex was truly tuned in.

He simply gazed at her, the back of his hand still brushing her cheek.

"Are you even listening?" she questioned.

"Yes," Rex replied offhandedly.

The fib was obvious, and Davina saw right through it.

"Looks like your day wasn't half as thrilling as mine," she teased with a playful grin.

Without Rex uttering a word, she sensed his day had been taxing.

"Excitement's all in the eye of the beholder," he let out a soft laugh.

After reuniting with Evelyn and Gistella to ease his yearning, then dodging an assassination attempt, others might deem his day wilder. Still, such events were routine for him.

For Rex, Davina's lively chatter beat evading killers any day.

"Want me to inquire about your day?" She inched closer, tapping his forehead. "And sort out those worries swirling in your head?"

"No," Rex gave a slight smile. "That'd spoil the vibe. Better yet, spill where you abandoned your sister."

Davina rolled her eyes before looking aside.

Despite her bubbly tone and real thrill, Rex detected her intent to divert his thoughts. Clearly, she craved alone time with him, which meant sidelining Lilliana first.

"Why's she on your mind?" She folded her arms. "Is she stuck there constantly?"

"No," Rex shifted ahead. "I'd miss her absence, just like yours. Now, where exactly did you drop her off?"

Though the location was unfamiliar, Rex held no real concern for Lilliana.

Davina wouldn't abandon her sibling anywhere risky.

"We befriended some folks from a tight-knit friend circle," Davina exhaled. Distracting Rex turned tougher than expected. "This fellow Aaran has a crush on her. I egged him on to chase her, just to irk her. They're probably still hanging at the mall."

Her eyes sharply turned back to Rex. "I’m sure she’s fine. We promised to meet up again later tonight. I made a deal with Aaran that I’ll get out of his hair for a few hours in exchange for him telling me how to go back to the Cavity without official channels.

"It’s fine... right?" she whispered.

While uttering those words, her piercing hawk-like eyes closely examined Rex’s face.

Rex smirked inwardly with sharp amusement.

He struggled to maintain a poker face, yet Davina’s penetrating stare left him uneasy.

It felt as though she sought to peer straight through him.

"Ekhmm," he cleared his throat. "Of course. I can wait a few hours."

Even though he desperately wanted to verify Lilliana’s safety, Rex found no suitable excuse, particularly since Davina had cleverly secured a route back to the Cavity for their reunion with Zev. Any objection at this moment would ignite her fury.

Thus, Rex sealed his lips.

Hours later.

Rex and Davina killed time by watching a movie on the television.

She inquired about everyday activities for ordinary couples from his world, leading them to settle on viewing a film.

With the sun dipping below the horizon and the appointed meeting time closing in, Rex and Davina summoned a taxi and sped toward the mall. The streets lay eerily empty, but Rex wrestled to suppress his nerves—not from dread over Aaran flirting with Lilliana.

Instead, it was fear that Lilliana might become excessively riled up.

Should anger seize her, catastrophe would surely strike.

And during their journey, the very dread Rex harbored came to pass.

<Notice: the user’s pack member, Lilliana’s berserk stat is nearing berserk range!>

"Shit..."