The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1434: Dinner

The dining hall sprawls impressively wide, adorned with lavish decorations. A long rectangular table overflows with a variety of tempting dishes.

As soon as they stepped inside, the lights flickered on, illuminating the entire scene. Klaus grinned, detecting not just the enticing scent of the meal but also a potent energy infused in every dish presented.

Queen Leah, watching him closely, beamed and spoke:

"I personally crafted the menu for this feast. Every piece of meat, dish, or ingredient here is a Spirit item, rivaling True Immortals and higher."

"How considerate, Queen Leah. It's been millions of years since I savored such an intense delicacy's aroma. I'm certain I'll relish it fully."

She gave a nod and took her seat shortly after. Seats were available for all, plus several extras. Queen Leah avoided any cramped setup for the assembled guests.

She ensured plenty of room rather than scarcity.

Once seated, Klaus began piling his plate with various dishes. This bold move immediately captured everyone's gaze. Yet, oblivious to their stares, he focused solely on serving himself.

In mere minutes, five heaping plates sat before him.

Queenie, seated to his right, let out a light laugh and poured him fruit juice first. She understood Klaus took food seriously and never joked around it.

He had shared how he and his mother, after losing their home and relocating to the slums, felt utterly broken. Still, she always ensured meals appeared on the table. Thus, upon their recovery, he vowed to treat food with utmost respect.

It's his manner of declaring food's vital role in existence. Even in their darkest times, she sold all possessions to guarantee he never went hungry.

After downing a big swig of wine, he dug in. The astonishment on faces deepened as they witnessed Klaus's carefree demeanor amid figures who could intimidate the boldest warriors.

"Let's all begin eating too. We don't want him devouring it all, right?" Anna giggled, then started filling her own plate.

Her sisters chuckled and followed suit, serving themselves.

For now, all inquiries were set aside. Nourishment came first, queries later.

Given the dinner's intimate vibe, Queen Leah dismissed all cooks and maids. Thus, self-service was the rule for everyone.

Thirty minutes in, Lucy posed her query, "Dear, are you truly from the Zorvian Primordial Family? Our investigations revealed Lily and Lulu hail from there too. Fun fact: this marks Lulu’s third life."

Klaus raised his gaze, glanced at Lulu, then returned to his meal. He chewed a chunk of meat, relishing its flavor, before looking back at Lucy.

"Yes, I originated from there, though without their bloodline."

"So you're not counted among their heirs?"

"No. My connection stems from the Primordial Era, my first entry into this universe—they nurtured me. I was just an infant lost in a strange cosmos.

Lord Zorvian discovered me and reared me as his own child. Thus, I'm a Zorvian in spirit, not by blood."

"Intriguing," Lucy, the bookworm, jotted it mentally before firing her next question, "Without blood ties, why are you their latest heir? Records show they dispatch one per era."

Klaus grinned at Lucy's eager inquiry.

"True enough. They dispatch heirs to mature independently and conquer the cosmos. But this era, no such dispatch occurs; hence, I'm no heir.

That said, with their recent icy treatment mirroring that toward heirs, one might call me one—if they even deserve me as such."

A sly grin spread as he dabbed sauce from his lip's edge. "My caliber far exceeds what their heirs can match."

"As if," Lily smirked.

She embodied the Red Fury, a being who nearly slew the Paragon, saved only by the Primordial Flame Dragon's intervention.

"You boast boldly, forgetting how you pleaded repeatedly for mercy in those days." Klaus eyed Lily, who laughed. "Indeed, I've recalled plenty to confirm I haunted your worst dreams."

Klaus burst into laughter at Lily's smug expression. Thanks to Asmodeus and Alexi, past-life disclosure karma no longer binds them. Actually, sharing more accelerates memory recovery.

It seemed designed so the Heavens always had fresh grievances.

"Worst nightmare for a few years only. Then I tamed you, and now you're tame as a dolphin."

"What's a dolphin?" Lista inquired, staring at Klaus. Though a millennia-old demigod, she'd never encountered the term.

Queen Leah flashed her daughter a thumbs-up for speaking up. Lista preferred solitude. Beyond cultivation and family meals, she rarely ventured out.

Asking aloud before this crowd warmed smiles from those familiar with her.

Klaus pivoted to the dainty woman, whose ample bosom contrasted her childlike innocence.

"Dolphins are adorable ocean beings humans adore frolicking with. I've not interacted with one, but accounts paint them gentle.

Even amid my home world's apocalypse, they alone shunned monstrous evolution."

Klaus summoned illusion mist, gesturing to form a black-and-white striped dolphin.

"Wow, so stunning," Lista exclaimed, eyes lighting up. She wasn't alone; the dolphin's allure captivated others, even his father appearing mesmerized.

This puzzled Klaus—did their realm lack such simple beauty to mesmerize them so?

It sparked wonder if dolphins were Earth-exclusive. Curiosity peaked, prompting Icon for a quick scan.

Shock hit as zero matches appeared, creasing his forehead. ’Fascinating. Earth truly stands apart.’

"Someday, I'll bring you all. Beyond dolphins, our world's beasts will enchant you."

Moments later, Queen Leah voiced her query. "Lord Paragon, I'm eager to grasp what being the Paragon entails. Would you indulge my curiosity?"