Chapter 566.2: The Savior’s Scheme (2)
“…What?”
The Savior’s expression stiffened up. In response, Roel snorted in disdain.
“You are good with words, but it doesn’t work on me.”
“What are you talking about? Is what I said not the truth?”
“It is the truth, but it isn’t the complete truth, is it?” Roel calmly replied.
“The Kingmaker Clan has indeed been through a lot of difficulties due to its bloodline, and I do not deny that we have contributed a lot to the stability of the world. However, it isn’t true that we are in the same position as the Scalemen.
“The influence and prestige we command from the races are the compensation for our effort. Isn’t it ironic that You tried to rally me to Your side because of the compensation we received for our effort? I also concede that our bloodline comes with its risks, but we receive great power in exchange for that. That isn’t a reason for us to receive special privileges.
“I do admit that our Kingmaker Clan requires more resources, but that is nothing compared to the honor my ancestors have slowly accrued over countless years. I am a descendant of the noble Kingmaker Clan, the Overseer appointed by Sia. I will not become the lackey of a tyrant!” Roel roared.
The Savior’s face finally darkened. He glared at Roel with glowering eyes, but the latter boldly met His gaze, not intimidated in the least.
“I suggest you carefully weigh your choices. You won’t find such a chance with Her. Her foolish insistence on equality will inevitably bring about the decline of your Kingmaker Clan in this increasingly resource-scarce world.”
“That might be true, but so be it, then.”
“What?”
“Just like the Genesis Goddess, I am also a foolish person. I’d rather relinquish my privileges to be with someone who cherishes me than become a tyrant’s lackey to fulfill my greed.”
“…Does this mean a breakdown in our negotiation?” the Savior asked with a clouded face.
The comfortably warm light He had been emanating started to turn hot like a beast baring its fangs, reflecting His emotional change. However, Roel still remained perfectly calm.
As terrifying as it was to face the Savior in this silenced world, Roel wasn’t intimidated, as he knew the young man before him was just an avatar. The Savior’s strength was limited too, or else He wouldn’t have dispatched the Death God here to die.
However, he could tell that the Savior was already on the verge of exploding, so he decided to halt his taunts for now. There were more urgent matters he needed to attend to.
“I don’t intend to join You, but I can still destroy the scepter for You. You should already know what my condition is. There is nothing more important to me than my own life,” Roel said.
“…”
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The Savior fell silent. Roel narrowed his eyes, knowing that he had made the right bet.
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