The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1884: Just an Insurance

Aaran observed Rex’s entrance and subsequent seating on the metallic chair, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

He should have realized it was Rex all along.

"Are you serious right now?" Placing his hands on his hips, he gazed down, shaking his head at the sheer ridiculousness of the circumstances. "Of course, it had to be you. I should have known you were plotting something the moment you initiated contact."

Upon reflection, Aaran understood why Rex’s earlier approach had struck him as peculiar.

Throughout their dinner, hardly any conversation had passed between them.

Then, out of the blue, Rex extended his hand for a handshake? That was certainly out of character.

Yet, Aaran, unfortunately, failed to grasp its significance at the moment.

Rex offered a sly grin, pleased that Aaran had finally acknowledged his misstep.

It was a simple matter for Rex to utilize the System, slipping the credit card obtained from High Lord Rashal into Aaran's possession.

As long as Rex maintained proximity and established a connection with his target, the System would recognize that person as an extension of himself. His only task was to command the System to retrieve the credit card from his inventory and place it within Aaran’s pocket.

Lilliana was holding the credit card, and Rex silently requested it from her to execute this precise action.

Simultaneously, Bellana discreetly contacted the police department, initiating a swift report concerning a stolen credit card belonging to the High Lord. Rex could have filed the report himself, and the police would have undoubtedly launched an investigation given the High Lord's involvement.

However, he required absolute discretion.

This entire affair could not reach High Lord Rashal’s ears, as it would reveal Rex’s clandestine plans.

A select group of trusted police officers was dispatched to apprehend Aaran, and here they were now.

"Alright," Aaran settled into the chair opposite Rex, spreading his arms wide in a gesture for Rex to commence his explanation. "What do I owe this… meeting with you? Are you going to reprimand me for taking an interest in Lilliana? Are you worried your fantasy of possessing both sisters will be shattered?"

"If you wish to pursue her, that is entirely your prerogative. It holds no significance for me," Rex countered, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the table, his fingers interlaced. "However, your arrangement with Davina is of considerable interest to me."

"Entering the Cavity?" Aaran leaned back and let out a scoff. "Is that so? Despite your influence and connections, you require assistance to enter the Cavity?"

"Is that a confirmation, or a denial?"

"I was going to honor that deal even without your involvement."

"Excellent, then we shall have no conflict. Consider this simply as… a precaution."

Rex, naturally, held no belief in Aaran’s words.

Frankly, the pact he had made with High Lord Rashal had begun to fill him with unease following tonight’s events. Aksa and his associates had been dispatched to provoke him, indicating that whatever the High Lord intended for him would inevitably involve combat.

While Rex had never shied away from a confrontation, he found himself in a vulnerable state at present.

To this very moment, he remained incapable of perceiving the unique energy utilized by the inhabitants of the God Realm.

This had not presented an issue until now, largely due to the Absolute Anger Effect, which rendered him nearly insurmountable in combat. The sheer shock it inflicted upon his adversaries also facilitated rapid victories.

However, he was aware that this advantage would not persist indefinitely.

Before long, he would be compelled to face multiple opponents simultaneously.

It was precisely at that juncture that his Absolute Anger Effect would be stretched to its limits.

Securing an audience with Zev was paramount, and he refused to entrust his destiny to an individual like Aaran.

Considering Aaran's superior strength compared to most individuals Rex had encountered, being the sole Awakened Demigod within his social circle, this particular task should be effortless for him. In reality, it was more than sufficient.

Much like in Ratmawati City, Larta City maintained an environment of order and tranquility.

Significant conflicts were virtually nonexistent within the city limits.

Rex even harbored doubts about the existence of any criminal elements within its confines.

This impression stemmed from his observations during his few days in the city, bolstered by Vadyn's evident confidence in the city's impeccable order. This order implied that the city's inhabitants, or at least its native population, were accustomed to peace and held a deep respect for the authorities.

Being detained at the police department was undeniably a source of anxiety for them.

Aaran did not outwardly display significant nervousness, but he was, nonetheless, apprehensive about the unfolding situation.

"Heh," Aaran scoffed. "Then release me, and I shall lead you to its location."

"Proceed to inscribe the coordinates here," Rex produced a slip of paper and a pen from his inventory, sliding them toward Aaran. The display of Rex summoning items out of thin air astonished Aaran. "Do not presume to toy with me, Aaran. You will come to regret it."

No one possessed the ability to breach the spatial barrier of the Primordial Meadow without explicit authorization from the Overseer.

Yet, Rex appeared to accomplish this feat effortlessly, devoid of any permit.

"I-I won’t be intimidated by this. What could you possibly do to me if I refuse? Nothing."

"Is that so?"

Rex leaned back in his chair, a challenging glint in his eyes as he accepted the unspoken dare.

For reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint, the sudden seriousness on Rex’s face caused Aaran to swallow hard.

"You see, when Davina first presented this deal to me, I knew instantly that you wouldn’t uphold your end. A non-binding agreement between two strangers? It simply wouldn’t work. But there’s another, more significant reason why I’m certain you won’t follow through," Rex stated plainly, as if speaking to Aaran was a tedious chore.

"The moment you encounter even the slightest inconvenience, I know you’ll bail." He let the silence hang heavy in the air. "Lilliana, much like her sister, possesses extremely high standards. You won’t be able to win her over. Consequently, the deal would inevitably collapse."

Rex’s index finger tapped rhythmically against the cold, steel table.

He summoned another item from his inventory, this time making sure to manifest it with deliberate slowness.

The theatrical display was meant to amplify the growing unease within Aaran.

"My Davina possesses a sense of honor—she assumes others do, too, until proven otherwise," Rex’s lips curved into a sharp, crescent-moon smile, and his eyes ignited with a crimson glow. "But I am not like her. I trust no one until they have earned it. And since I don’t trust you, especially in a meeting like this, I’ve prepared… an insurance policy."

The final word struck Aaran like a thunderbolt.

"Wh-What are you...?"

Before he could finish uttering the question, the item Rex had summoned from his inventory fully materialized.

It was a chunk of flesh, ghastly and unsettling, causing Aaran to jump to his feet, his chair toppling over with a clatter as he scrambled backward.

"What the actual fuck?!"

"You don’t recognize it? Your own friend, perhaps?"

"Are you insane?!" Aaran’s scream echoed as he spun around, slamming his fist against the one-way mirror. The impact sent vibrations through the thick glass. "Can you see this?! He’s a criminal! You are police officers, yet you’re allowing this bastard to use you as mere pawns?!"

"You’re wasting your breath," Rex remarked with utter nonchalance. "No one will heed your cries."

Aaran clenched his jaw, his hands slamming down onto the steel table with brutal force.

"What did you do? What did you do to Bellana?!" he roared, his voice thick with rage.

He distinctly recalled Bellana giving Rex a ride home earlier that day, leading him to believe that this gruesome piece of flesh belonged to her.

Rex procured another piece of paper, placing it neatly on the table. The first slip had been spattered with blood from the severed flesh. He then picked up a pen from the table's edge, meticulously wiped it clean on his clothing with deliberate care, and positioned it atop the fresh paper.

Aaran’s fury reached its peak.

He snatched both the paper slip and the pen, hurling them across the room with every ounce of his strength.

The pen struck the far wall and shattered with a sharp crack. The paper slip, however, merely drifted, floating gently like a fallen feather before settling silently on the floor.

"No, this is a fucking bluff!" Aaran’s laughter was sharp and mocking. "You won’t trick me. As you yourself said, Davina is honorable. She won’t permit you to harm Bellana. You won’t get my cooperation. I will cherish this moment, this defeat of yours, for the remainder of my days."

"Excellent. That’s good to hear." Rex nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. Finally, someone showing a modicum of intelligence. "What about this, then?"

He raised his hand, and another object materialized between his outstretched fingers.

It was a severed, delicate finger, unmistakably belonging to a woman.

"I understand you’re quite close with your elder sister, Sola. I had the chance to speak with her, and I can see why you share such a bond." Rex’s lips curled downward as he nodded, seemingly lost in thought, recalling their conversation. "I daresay Sola was a truly remarkable woman."

Aaran staggered, his legs feeling weak.

His gaze fixed on the severed finger, he recoiled in sheer horror.

"No, you wouldn’t… you couldn’t possibly…" he stammered, his breath catching in his throat. "It’s another bluff. It simply has to be."

"Perhaps," Rex replied, his words hanging in the air like a promise of unspeakable dread. Aaran felt the very ground beneath him begin to tremble. "But you have to make a choice: believe me or not. If this is all a lie, what’s to stop me from making it a terrifying reality, given how distressed you are right now? And if it’s already true… what prevents me from initiating another conversation with your dear younger sister, Yrsa?"

"As young as she is," He met Aaran's gaze unflinchingly. "It matters little to me."

Aaran’s eyes dropped as the full weight of the situation finally began to sink in.

At this juncture, provoking Rex further would only serve to worsen his predicament.

They didn’t harbor any deep-seated animosity towards each other, so there was no logical reason for him to persist in his defiance.

"Do you truly wish to make me your adversary?" Rex inquired once more, his question definitive.

Judging by Aaran’s expression, the answer seemed to be settled.

A few moments later.

Rex exited the interrogation room, stepping out into the hallway.

Waiting just outside were Bellana and an older gentleman adorned in an ornate uniform.

"How did it go?" she inquired, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Good," Rex presented her with a paper slip containing the coordinates, along with a small, dark box. "I have obtained them."

"Excellent," She then turned towards the older gentleman. "Rex—this is Captain Frank. He was instrumental in dispatching those three officers. My Father and Captain Frank were colleagues for several centuries, making him akin to an uncle to me."

From their earlier meal, Rex had gathered that Bellana's family ran a business centered around memory vaults.

It functioned as a repository for memories, a rather convenient service.

He surmised that the police department would find such a service incredibly valuable, which was precisely why he had initially agreed to speak with Bellana. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Frank," Rex extended his hand for a handshake with the captain, a smile on his face. "I truly appreciate your assistance."

"Indeed," Captain Frank nodded, placing a hand on Bellana's back. "I find it difficult to refuse this little princess."

"What are you implying, Uncle?" She playfully pushed his arm away, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

Captain Frank chuckled heartily.

"However, there is something I must inquire about," He cleared his throat, fixing Rex with a serious gaze. "I cannot be involved in anything that might pose a threat to the High Lord or the Primordial Meadow. Tell me, Sir Rex, do I have cause for concern?"

No bloodlust emanated from Captain Frank's presence.

Yet, for reasons unknown, Rex felt an intangible pressure constricting his entire being.

It was a force capable of ending his life in an instant.

"I assure you, Captain Frank, there will be nothing of that nature. It's simply that," Rex lightly scratched the back of his head, adopting an demeanor of youthful innocence. "Being perpetually observed feels rather stifling. I merely desired some fresh air."

Captain Frank let out another laugh. "In that case, I have no objections whatsoever."

"I've already informed you, Uncle. You can place your trust in him," Bellana stated, gently nudging Captain Frank aside.

Meanwhile, a subtle, knowing smile bloomed within Rex.