The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1881: More than an In-law

Pah—!

A harsh slap echoed sharply through the room.

Folks expected Liebert to confront Rex, yet astonishingly, his palm crashed onto Aksa’s cheek. No light tap was this—it packed real force. That blow left one side of Aksa’s face swollen and battered.

"Eh...?" Aksa touched his stinging cheek and gradually faced Liebert. "What are yo—?"

Pah—!

Yet another fierce slap smashed into his other cheek, mirroring the damage.

Right after, Liebert ramped up the ferocity. He relentlessly battered Aksa’s face with slaps. Not a word escaped him, no matter how Aksa yelled for answers. Even as Aksa staggered backward, Liebert pressed forward without mercy.

And once Aksa crumpled to the floor, Liebert began stomping ruthlessly.

Aksa pleaded desperately for mercy, shrieking in agony. Yet Liebert ignored every cry.

One pampered fool had smeared the High Lord’s name, and that was unforgivable to him.

Only after Aksa lay beaten black and blue did Liebert finally halt, straightening his collar amid the heat of his fury. "You’ve disrespected the High Lord’s guest," He glared down at Aksa with utter disdain. "There will be consequences, and we’ll see how your father will respond when he knows it was his son who cost him an arm."

All color drained from Aksa’s face.

He never imagined tangling with a guest of the High Lord.

But remorse always arrives too late.

"I don’t want to hear or see whatever you’re doing to him," Rex casually picked at his ear. He’d come to hang out with his fresh pals, Davina and Lilliana, not this mess. "Bring him away or something. It’s disturbing me."

"Yes, I understand," Liebert gave a slight bow.

His bracelet, crafted from stunning deep-blue beads that held twinkling stars within, began to shine.

With a quick flick, a single bead launched forth and engulfed Aksa completely.

In an instant, Aksa vanished. Teleported elsewhere.

"I, on behalf of the city, apologize for this unfortunate situation—Sir Rex," Liebert said sincerely. "I will make sure this won’t happen again, and also make sure that the kid will be punished accordingly."

"Do you need anything?" He inquired.

"Since you asked, as you can see—I’m in the middle of something," Rex pointed at Lilliana and then the new group of friends. "I would really appreciate it if you could tell your people to stop watching me for a second. It’s... unnerving."

Of course, Rex meant his new, rattled companions, still reeling from the scene.

Liebert showed no surprise.

Any sharp observer would sense the surveillance, so this was expected.

"As you wish," He inclined his head. "In that case, I’ll get out of your hair."

With the issue settled, Liebert gestured, restoring the second floor to normal. The cityscape reappeared beyond the glass. Mere moments ago, the dome had swirled with chaotic bright and dark blues.

A swirling, bewildering emptiness.

Now, Larta City’s skyline stretched out once more.

He spun around and descended the stairs.

Rex cleared his throat, facing the security guard and waiter.

Just before, they’d feared backing Rex would spell disaster. Now, joy flooded them—they’d chosen wisely despite the risk. Both had sided with him from pure defiance, turning it into their smartest move ever.

Who’d guess this ordinary guy linked directly to the High Lord?

"I’ll return to my duties," the security guard coughed and hurried off.

"Ah, I’ll go to the kitchen to prepare for you to dine," the waiter grinned awkwardly and pivoted. "Free of charge, of course."

Rex observed him dash down the stairs too, then shifted back to the new group.

He eyed them briefly before zeroing in on Lilliana, already seated.

Minutes had ticked by, but her fury still gripped her. He approached to assist again. As Alpha, his aura alone subdued any Beta, helping Lilliana calm her wrath.

Yet he paused, glancing at the group.

"I’m going to take care of this first." He nodded at Lilliana. "You don’t mind, do you?"

"Of course," Bellana replied. "Our plan for tonight was to eat here anyway."

Rex agreed and started helping.

Soon enough, Davina climbed up from the stairs. She’d lingered below, guarding the entrance against disasters. Should Lilliana snap and bolt during the clash, Davina stood ready to intervene.

But clearly, all had gone smoothly.

Five more minutes ticked by before Lilliana at last settled down.

Her canines withdrew. Her eyes reverted to normal. And her body eased.

<Lilliana has overcome the first berserk!>

<She has obtained the Predator Mind passive skill>

<Every bonus stat—and ability from rage is increased slightly. Gained fifty percent resistance to the side effects from the rage of a werewolf. Additionally, being close to the user when enraged would also benefit her slightly>

Rex shook his head.

If he had acquired this passive skill, losing control would have been far tougher for him.

It would have spared him plenty of headaches, but that's history now.

At the very least, he now understood that Lilliana would prove highly dependable amid full moons or other high-pressure moments. Spot on cue, waiters delivered the usual appetizers and asked the group for their orders.

Tension hung thick over the table.

Aaran and the rest fretted that Rex might resent them for keeping quiet.

Silence amounted to defiance against him, so their concern was natural.

Yet, against their fears, Rex remained completely unconcerned.

He'd never counted on their support from the outset. Disappointment couldn't strike without prior hopes. Plus, foreseeing a quick resolution, neither he nor Lilliana ever faced genuine peril.

Thus, he harbored no grudge.

Rex sensed the spies shadowing him intently.

Even as the second floor shifted into a separate dimension, their watchful eyes still reached him.

With their close links to High Lord Rashal, who answers straight to the overseer, it stood to reason they could track him past dimensional shields. He knew too that one of them would surely step in.

Liebert was the spy striding along the street opposite the penthouse.

Under no circumstances had Rex commanded the System to cease scanning the area, keeping him informed.

And that's precisely why he trusted no true danger loomed.

"I know people like him exist—and are out there, but don’t you find this odd?" Davina leaned toward him, her voice a mere whisper. "Maybe I’m being paranoid, but this feels staged. This is not a low-class establishment. I can’t imagine their usual being as... embarrassing as him."

Davina had associated with mighty figures.

Even if publicly humiliated, they wouldn't erupt in a scene on the spot.

Rather, they'd funnel their wrath into shadowy vengeance against the insulter. Rash nobles or tycoons existed who lashed out wildly, but those were typically youths safely in their own domains.

Yet this was Larta City.

Aksa hailed from a formidable heritage, but the city fell under the High Lord's control.

Not his turf, rendering his domineering display highly peculiar.

"It’s a test," Rex replied, slipping a crab cake bite between his lips. "It’s all an act."

"An act...?"

"Yes. I’m quite certain."

Across the whole episode, Rex observed Aksa's status bar in his stats window revealing persistent nerves—no matter if bluffing, enduring blows, or eagerly awaiting Liebert's arrival, initially viewed as his rescuer.

Rex spotted right away that Aksa was merely playing a role.

He opted to cooperate and uncover their true intent.

"At least now I know representing the High Lord involves fighting," Rex tossed in casually.

Right then, Bellana leaned forward to dispel the awkwardness.

"Rex, I hope you don’t hold what happened earlier against us." She smiled—though it didn’t reach her eyes. "The truth is, we can’t afford to offend Aksa. Even if we wanted to step in, and believe me, all of us wanted to, but we couldn’t. Not without implicating everyone else around us."

"None taken," Rex reassured with a returned smile. "I also wouldn’t want you being implicated."

Only his words shattered the tension.

The others finally exhaled in relief, save for Aaran, who looked far from pleased.

"Just so it’s clear there’s no bad blood between us," Bellana chuckled.

"As I said, he may seem mean—but he’s only that way when someone tests him." Davina linked her arm with his, pride gleaming in her eyes. "It’s just his nature. And I’m sure you, as fellow Demigods, can understand that a person’s upbringing shapes who they become."

All nodded knowingly.

As competitors on the road to supremacy, they grasped the grueling climb to this stage.

And inevitably, each had suffered grim ordeals before.

Traumas that marked them deeply, molding them into their present forms.

"Anyway, when exactly did you two get engaged?" Bellana inquired, shifting the subject to lighten the atmosphere. "Honestly, I just can’t picture a guy like him dropping to one knee—and proposing."

"He didn’t." Davina let out a giggle, her attitude relaxing amid the friendly gathering. "You’re spot on—romance isn’t his thing at all. He risked his life instead to persuade me into marriage. It was foolish, yet... oddly romantic in its own way."

Bellana along with the group's other girl leaned in eagerly.

Their eyes gleamed brightly, fully endorsing Davina’s view that it truly was romantic.

"So, what’s the deal between you and Lilliana?" Aaran cut in.

He pulled all eyes toward himself.

Without hesitation, he gestured toward Lilliana, whose head now rested on Rex’s shoulder.

Rex hesitated briefly.

Outwardly calm, yet inwardly he was completely shocked, unaware of Lilliana’s head on his shoulder. Moreover, she seemed utterly at ease there, as if it were routine. Her hand’s position felt... overly close.

Hinting at something beyond mere family ties.

Rex hadn’t even formulated a reply when Davina burst into laughter.

"What a hilarious question, Aaran. What do you think it is?" She replied playfully. "He mentioned wanting to bond with my relatives, especially Lilliana, given their rocky start. Looks like his attempts are bearing fruit now."

She gave Rex’s shoulders a gentle pat, though it made him swallow hard and muster a grin. "Isn’t he just adorable?"

Maintaining her smile—which concealed clenched teeth—Davina squeezed Rex’s back.

Fiercely.

"I caught what you told that fellow too." Her tone stayed soft, meant only for Rex’s ears, laced with strain from her gritted teeth. "About Lilliana and me as your women?" The pinch intensified. "Don’t imagine I missed it, my dear fiancé. The moment we return, you and I will sort this out."

She beamed at the group. Rex felt his spirit flee his body.