Can I tell a Story?

Evander waited in the private room.

With sleek white floor and glittering blue walls that sealed off any sound, the room was truly 'private'.

It was in the same tower, a few floors below the banquet hall.

And right now, Evander sat on a luxurious couch as he tapped his fingers.

Apparently, there were no training grounds here to withstand his peak level 9 powers.

So, Evander channelled that frustration elsewhere.

Hatred.

'Abyssals. Magic Beasts. I should kill at least a thousand to calm down. No. Thousand is too little. A coupled more.'

He decided to go on a killing spree after this meeting.

Or Varian's actions might drive him insane.

"But…" Evander paused and his lips lightly curled. "He won…against every genius. This boy is a gem. Hahahaha."

Despite all the troubles, Evander felt his chest swell with pride.

This pride…