The first second, everyone was shocked. The second second, they were horrified. In the third second, they finally remembered that they were supposed to be the ones with the advantage, so they tried to retaliate. They really tried. If only this were a children's competition, they would get a certificate consolation prize for trying.

Unfortunately, this was not, so all they got was a reality check in the form of Lex's wrath, and their destinies devoured. In a way, they were far more suppressed than Lex. Many of them were Celestial Immortals. In the regular universe at large, Celestial Immortals were basically unkillable.

A fight between Celestials was more likely to end up in a withdrawal, or a sealed opponent than in death of either one. Very special circumstances were required to kill a Celestial - yet another reason why Jotun's feat of killing the Fiery Mammoth Emperor drew such admiration, and their fight attracted such a crowd. These things did not normally happen.

Of course, Lex was a walking, talking exception so it was entirely possible that he might be able to kill a Celestial if he really tried. But it would never be as easy as it was here.

Over here, Lex knew not what their realm was. The humans were most likely Earth or Heaven Immortals, but the Beasts might have been Celestial

Immortals. Unfortunately, with their lowered power percentages, their numerous advantages were equal to none.

Perhaps if they were Dao Lords, the sheer gap in even smaller percentage power levels would have allowed them to easily rebuff Lex. But if they were Dao Lords, would they need to follow and worship Sekhmet?

In the most brutal, straightforward, and merciless way, Lex killed all those who stood against him. This was far removed from how he normally behaved, but too many coincidences lined up, creating a situation where he really could not hold back at all.

The sight was genuinely terrifying, as if to justify the tears James had been shedding from the moment he met Lex. Lex did not relish in the slaughter, nor did he feel particularly better after inflicting such a massive loss to Sekhmet. Killing like this really did not suit him.

But... killing all these Sekhmet worshippers also did not shake his resolve in the slightest, or fill him with regret. Even now, even now, there were clones of Moon left in the Origin realm that he needed to take care of. Showing the people responsible for such atrocity any shred of mercy was akin to sin, not virtue.

Lex's fight with Diyor took hours and hours, yet against hundreds of opponents gathered up against him, he finished up in less than a single hour. In the end, the makeshift sword he was using too was disintegrated by his own sword intent, leaving him using a sword made solely out of the green crystals of his paladin powers. It had worked well enough.

Once he was done, Lex was about to clean up the place, wipe all evidence and grab all the spatial rings when he paused. Just as he had been offered a job as Heavens Augur, he now felt himself being offered another official position. Arch-Heaven had offered him the position of Divine Undertaker, and the offer came without strings.

He needed to merely nod, and the position would be his, no trial or test needed. Based on the title alone, it seemed like this was a very senior post- though he was not sure how it compared to the position of Minister that Vox had. It did not matter since Lex had no intentions of submitting himself to Arch-Heaven.

Suddenly, Lex had a flash back. He recalled the scene of Marlo rejecting his offer to become a valet. Back then, he too had said that he could not endure working underneath anyone else, even if his decision might be considered a foolish one.

Similarly, if people found out Lex's decision to reject the job, and the reasoning for it, they would call it foolish too. Yet the feeling of resistance... it could not be explained. It came from the very core of his being. He could not accept becoming the employee or worker of another.

It seemed that for all the carefree and lighthearted attitude he displayed, deep down in his bones, he was also a little arrogant.

Lex shook his head, rejecting the job, and cleared out the entire mine of any traces of the fight. Nearby, James lay limp on the ground, tears still shedding from his eyes, though this time it was because of gross overeating.

His stomach had inflated to an incredible degree, leaving him seeming like he was more stomach than body.

With a slight chuckle, Lex grabbed his leg and pulled him along. Within the countless spatial rings Lex had collected, there were more than enough Blessing Stones to repay Fenrir and Mango, and save some for himself.

Now, it was time to head back.

Very unceremoniously, Lex got back on the ferry alongside Mango and Fenrir, as well as a very bloated James.

"Don't blame me for bringing you along" said Lex, giving the guard an explanation. "As someone who called me brother, I cannot leave you laying on the ground so defenseless. What if someone attacked you? Since you have no more power percentage, you'll have to let me protect you. After all, what else are brothers for?"

If James could have responded he would have. Unfortunately, he felt like if he opened his mouth, or moved his spirit sense, he might vomit out all the destiny he had eaten. So, just like he had been doing since he met Lex, James silently shed countless tears while Lex looked down on him like some kind of savior.

Mango looked down on the fat Destiny Devourer, and then on the human he was protecting, and felt like there was something wrong with the image. He felt like he was forgetting something very important, so he pulled out his scale once more. Yet since there was no mention of Destiny Devourers on it, he simply shrugged and dismissed the feeling.

Mango did not even question how or why he knew how to identify a Destiny Devourer. It seemed obvious to him, and why would anyone question something obvious?