The Villain's Story

Chapter 920: Conference. (2).

The ‘Conference’ had been called suddenly, and almost no one knew why Harrison had announced it merely a day before it was being held. Invitations were sent to all ranked S-rank and above, Guild leaders and some of their subordinates, as well as the heads of major families and one member of their choosing. There were only a few people in the conference below the rank of S. They were mostly bureaucrats and individuals with S-rank talent potential.

It was to be held in the Drakmor estate, where Ragnar, the only Epic Being on Earth, would be present, ‘watching’ everyone. Because of that, people from all corners of the world rushed to the Capitol as soon as possible. All of them were dressed exquisitely, except for Alan, sporting sweatpants and a t-shirt. It wasn’t exactly his fault that no clothes fit him, now was it?

He didn’t ask to have the genes of a God beast and a Dragon, making him absurdly tall despite being a baby of those races. Furthermore, in his honest opinion, a suit was hell to wear. It was too stuffy, too restricting; his nature as a Frost Dragon didn’t allow it. He could use that as an excuse if someone found his lack of proper attire an issue.

Or he could just freeze them. Either worked. Alan chuckled as Sabrina covered her face with embarrassment. They approached the Guild Headquarters, where Richard was waiting for them, standing near a heavy vehicle…

He had a blank expression on his face as he saw Alan step out of the portal.

“… No, we are not going like this.”

To the side, Sabrina’s grandfather also looked at Alan in disdain, commenting.

“Indeed, we aren’t wretches! Get properly dressed.”

Before Sabrina had a chance to explain, Alan shrugged his shoulders and said.

“This is the most comfortable clothing for me, and besides, my nature as a Frost Dragon makes me hate how stuffy suits are. I can’t help it.”

The two men remained silent for a while, and after thinking about it, they nodded in agreement. If it was something that couldn’t be helped, they couldn’t do anything about it. Richard had prior knowledge of Alan’s unique specialties, which was why he had prepared a heavy vehicle, knowing the boy couldn’t fit into any normal car without discomfort.

The lack of proper attire had disturbed him for a bit… as for Sabrina’s Grandfather, he had witnessed how ‘weak’ and ‘uncomfortable’ Alan had gotten after exploring the volcanic region in Gigantium. Both men were well aware of the effects of bloodlines and race, so they didn’t bother him after that.

“…Really?”

Sabrina couldn’t believe it; she could understand Richard, but even her strict grandfather? That was a first. Alan smiled smugly as he got into Twilight’s vehicle, as she got into her own with her Grandfather. The trip to the Drakmor Estate was… peaceful. The streets were clean and rid of traffic, something Alan was surprised to see.

‘Did they clear this entire district?’

They probably did; it was almost impossible to drive a car in the Capitol, usually. Alan began to sweat as they approached the Drakmor estate, and frowned.

‘…Of course, they are fire drakes… God damn it!’

He cursed in his mind; He hoped those guys would have proper air conditioning! Fire dragons and their subspecies loved living in hot environments… but they should make some arrangements for their guests, right? Who would hold a conference in a boiling hot hell?

Alan sincerely prayed for there to be proper air conditioning, lest he be forced to cast multiple [Freeze] spells. Finally, after arriving, he got out of the car and was pleased to find the surroundings to be ‘nice’. It wasn’t as hot as he expected, but it wasn’t cold either. It was perfectly normal.

Now, whether that was also the case for the building was a mystery. The Drakmor Estate was a Victorian-style mansion, probably the biggest to ever exist, and was constructed with black stone and steel. It was an eerie but strangely welcoming estate. However, upon seeing it, Alan grimaced, aware that the insides would be a hot hell.

He sighed, but didn’t let his displeasure show on his face too much. The parking lot was filled with supercars and other high-end vehicles, some belonging to the military. Alan even saw a vehicle similar to the Arctic Titan, although a different model meant for different terrain.

A hint of nostalgia appeared on his face. Maxwell’s weeping upon its destruction was a sight to behold. He almost laughed out loud. Not a lot of people were present in the parking lot; the few who were came over to Richard and Michael to offer their greetings, and they spared him an odd glance upon seeing him, but extended their greetings to him as well, regardless. They were mostly high-ranking officials of the government, who were late to the conference. They didn’t have the means to get over to the Capitol as quickly as possible, like others.

Alan responded to their greetings properly and entered the estate with the group that had formed. He frowned as he came to a sudden realization.

Classical of such kinds of estates… There was a large distance to cover before actually reaching the mansion. There was a plethora of gardens and various passion projects of the Drakmor Family. The others didn’t mind and treated it as normal, but he did!

So what if they were fine talking with each other as they made their way to the estate? Alan wasn’t having any of it. He wasn’t walking! Since he could see the entrance of the estate, he promptly opened a portal to it and entered. Richard, already used to this and expecting it to a certain extent, guided everyone to it.

They were excited, actually, to traverse through a portal that wasn’t a dungeon, and soon after arriving at the estate, a servant led them underground. Alan was extremely happy to find the temperature in the place normal! It wasn’t hot at all!

Thankfully, the Fire Drakes had some sense! They cared for their guests! As they passed through multiple steel doors and descended dozens of steps, the pleasure in Alan’s eyes increased, noticing the temperature drop more acutely than others.

The Fire drakes had proper air conditioning! Hoorah!

With his primary concern gone, Alan happily entered the conference room with the others. It was a tiered conference room, where the seats of Twilight and the Wellington family were in the very front.

It was filled with people, all exuding a certain sense of power around them, but to Alan, who had experienced ‘waves of power’ belonging to Kizmal, Azmakul, and Supreme beings, it was paltry in comparison. If he wasn’t concealing his mana, he would blow them all away in a second.

Anyone who wasn’t SSS-rank was nothing to him at this point; even an SSS-rank being couldn’t kill him, even if they did, Alan would just revive. He had far too many ‘abilities’ than normal, just as he was designed to be.

Of course, anything could still happen below the realm of transcendence if the right conditions were met, something Valus had drilled into his head, literally.

But, if Alan was being realistic, every SSS-rank being on Earth would have to gang up on him to have a very solid chance at killing; only then could that turn the tables. This included the Sage Oliver Olsfer and the Sword Saint, Arken. The only ones on Earth that could actually beat Alan in a one against one was Elijah Ardor and Ragnar Drakmor.

The former was the guy ‘blessed’ by the Creator, with a broken system that would be updated to fight against Alan if he ever confronted Elijah, while the latter was a legitimate Epic Being, A Fire Dragon, nonetheless.

Alan had no hope of ever defeating Ragnar. If he were the Dragon of another element, then yes, Alan would be confident, but not against the element that directly opposed him.

Approaching the front, Alan was displeased to see Sabrina would be sitting far away, and especially upon noticing his… neighbor’s.

He took a glance at the servant who had led him here and sighed. Unfortunately, whoever decided the seating arrangement was a fool, or a cruel guy who liked to play a trick. Alan wasn’t seated right next to Richard or Michael, people who could be considered his superiors. Instead, he was seated right in the middle of two people he didn’t find… pleasing.

To the left was Daniel Park, the Leader of Titan, and one of the few SSS-rank beings. To the right was Ezra Fornum, The Mirror Mage, The Copycat. The genius Alan had lost to.

“…”

He sighed, grateful that the seat had at least been adjusted to be comfortable for him. He hoped Harrison would arrive quickly and start this conference, lest he might not be able to handle the awkward situation.

Alan sat down quickly and prayed his neighbors would remain silent. Unfortunately, nobody listened to him.

“I believe this is the first time we have met?”