Chapter 254 Damian's Showcase of Power
There were many people inside the tavern, all chatting and drinking beers. Two octopuses even fought in the tavern's corner. Damian was puzzled as to how that race could survive in the desert...
Damian tried to ignore everyone, but all the people inside gazed toward him the moment he stepped into the tavern. That was a place for mercenaries, hardened warriors, and city workers.
"Who's that boy? What is he doing here?"
"I don't know. He looks like easy prey for the bandits..."
While listening to all of their gossip, Damian was surprised to notice that all of them spoke a familiar language, the same one everyone back on Earth knew too, like a second language!
The humans who first explored the dungeon learned it, and it was then passed to everyone, be they superhumans or not. Damian knew it because of that, but his mental abilities also allowed him to read the minds of others and communicate using other languages as well!
He sat at the bar and asked for a beer. The bartender was a human, but one with almost three meters of height! That was not normal at all, and Damian wondered what the ancestors of that man were for him to be like that.
"What will you want?" the bartender asked.
"Give me your best drink. The strongest," Damian said.
"Isn't that too much for a boy like you? Alright, I'll get it for ya."
"Why are they always speaking about my appearance? Should I change it to something more scary? No, looking like I do is the best trap to get stupid people to try to attack me," Damian thought to himself while waiting for the drink.
The drink was a red liquor that looked strong, but nothing a person like Damian would feel. His body was beyond mortal limits, and it would take a potent drug to affect him.
Just as he received the drink from the bartender, he asked, "Do you know anything about an expedition?"
"Expedition? I don't know what you're talking about," the bartender said, playing dumb.
Damian knew very well that they would only provide information when money was involved, so that's what he did. He placed five gold coins on the table. The bartender swiftly grabbed them and pocketed the coins.
"It will happen in two days. You see that man over there? At the table in the corner? He's the person in charge of assembling a crew. Maybe you can speak with him and try your luck."
The person the bartender was referring to was a young man with black, slicked-back hair and an aura of danger around him. Out of everyone in the tavern and the city itself, he was surely one of the most dangerous individuals.
Damian could sense this just by looking at him. Instead of feeling scared, he was excited to finally get some information about the expedition. He was also glad that his luck had led him to encounter the person in charge right there in the same tavern.
Approaching the man in the corner, Damian immediately became the subject of gossip once again. Apparently, everyone was aware of the man's strength.
"Yo," Damian said, grabbing a chair, turning it around, and sitting in front of the man.
The man was quietly eating and lifted his head to meet Damian's gaze with cold, indifferent eyes.
"What are you doing at my table? No one sits here, at least not someone who wants to live," the man said.
That man was undoubtedly powerful. Damian had no doubts about that. However, the question remained: was he powerful enough to face Damian?
Perhaps he was accustomed to seeing people tremble with fear at his mere sight. But Damian wasn't that type of person. After everything he had been through and all the enemies he had faced, a man with a slicked-back hairdo wouldn't be enough to intimidate him.
"Is that so? Well, you're speaking as if I care about what you think," Damian retorted.
The man swiftly reached for his sword and slashed it toward Damian! The motion was so rapid that no one in the tavern could follow it, except for Damian.
Although it was fast for him as well, it was not impossible to dodge. However, Damian didn't budge an inch. He hadn't expected the man to attack him like that in the middle of the city, and true to his expectation, the man halted the blade right before Damian's face.
"You didn't move, impressive. What do you want? I'll allow you to speak with me for one minute."
"Speak with you for one minute? That's a lame joke," Damian expressed his disapproval. Instead of agreeing to the man's offer, he boldly stated, "Just cut the crap. You don't stand a chance against me, so be glad I'm even bothering to speak with someone like you."
Upon hearing Damian's words, shock rippled through everyone inside the tavern.
"I can't believe he said that!"
"Is he insane or something? That's not someone you want to pick a fight with!"
Before the man in front of Damian could respond or attempt another attack, another figure appeared, standing right beside Damian. It was a muscular man who appeared even larger than the bartender, wearing gauntlets that seemed to be his weapons.
"Vance, is everything okay here?" the muscular man inquired.
Vance, the man with the slicked-back hair, nodded in response.
Damian turned his head to the side, meeting the gaze of the tall, muscular man. He provocatively remarked, "This is a private conversation. Scram out of here, trash."
The muscular man burned with anger and threw a punch aimed at Damian's face!
The power behind that punch was extraordinary, causing the air to ripple with its force. Not many people would possess the strength to withstand it. Even Vance, sitting across the table, wasn't entirely confident in blocking such an attack from such close proximity.
However, to everyone's astonishment, Damian placed his palm in the path of the punch. Instead of being sent flying or losing his arm, Damian remained completely still. With ease, he grabbed hold of the man's gauntlets and exerted a fraction of his strength, resulting in the sound of metal bending echoing throughout the tavern.
"So weak," Damian remarked.
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