Chapter 1 The Supreme Existence

• Cracsa City.
• The midsummer sun was especially scorching, as if it could peel a layer of skin off a person.
• It was twelve o'clock noon.
• Damon King was speeding on his electric bike, racing against time. He finally arrived at the Epitome Hotel just before his delivery deadline.
• However, the security guard stopped him as soon as he reached the entrance.
• "Hey, delivery guy, you can't come in here!"
• "The customer stated that he has difficulty walking and asked me to bring it up. Please make an exception," Damon asked calmly.
• "Are you deaf? I said no entry! Get lost, or don't blame me for being rude!" The security guard snarled ferociously.
• Damon frowned slightly. He was about to argue further, but a mocking voice came from behind.
• "Isn't this the famous matrilocal son-in-law of the Ansons? Why are you dressed like this?"
• Damon turned to see a young man in a suit, with meticulously styled hair, walking towards him.
• His name was Chad Glisson.
• This guy was one of his wife's admirers. Naturally, someone saw Damon as a thorn in his side.
• Damon couldn't care less about Chad's mocking.
• For three years, he had endured various forms of insults and ridicule and had grown accustomed to them.
• Everyone thought he was just a penniless, powerless wimp who could only do delivery jobs. Little did they know that his true identity was ...
• "So, you are merely a matrilocal son-in-law whose status is inferior to that of a dog, correct?"
• The security guard joined in the ridicule.
• Damon shook his head. He didn't want to waste time with them. Damon simply picked up the delivery and walked away.
• "Hey, don't leave in such a hurry!"
• Chad blocked Damon's way. His face was full of scorn as he asked, "You want to go inside? I can help you."
• "Really?"
• Damon glanced at him; his expression was calm.
• "Just bow to me three times, and I'll take you in!" The mockery in Chad's eyes grew more intense.
• "Get lost!"
• Damon's expression darkened, his eyes cold, as he stared at Chad, who shivered involuntarily.
• He couldn't understand how a delivery guy could have such a piercing gaze.
• Chad swallowed back the words that were about to escape his mouth.
• At that moment, he noticed an old man in a suit hurrying out of the hotel, accompanied by a young girl.
• Chad's heart leapt with joy. He no longer bothered Damon and rushed towards the old man.
• That was Horace Law.
• He was the family head of the Laws, the most powerful family in Cracsa. Horace was a legend.
• Chad had been waiting here for days just to catch a glimpse of Horace. He took two steps forward and stopped in disbelief.
• He saw Horace personally go to the hotel entrance and open the car door for a handsome young man in casual clothes.
• Chad felt his heart race.
• Who on earth was this extraordinary man?
• He even had Horace personally open the door for him!
• And this young man merely gave Horace a faint nod, as if he wasn't particularly appreciative.
• Chad couldn't help but be filled with envy. That young man was a true big shot.
• Someone who held the power of the world and basked in the admiration of stunning beauty. Those descriptions were meant for people like him.
• The young man's gaze swept over, making Chad's heart pound.
• What a sharp look!
• However ...
• The young man's gaze didn't linger on Chad for as much as a second. Instead, it fell on Damon, who was on the phone with a customer.
• When the young man saw Damon's face, he trembled all over. His cold expression turned into one of extreme reverence, as if he had seen a supreme being.
• "Heavens! He ... "
• The young man was agape. He almost shouted out a name that terrified all the nations in the west and kept all the strongmen around the globe awake at night.
• Thankfully, at that critical moment, Damon glanced at him, making him instinctively shut his mouth.
• That gaze of his! It was that gaze!
• I couldn't be wrong!
• Surely, I have got it right.
• The young man was ecstatic.
• Three years ago, that gaze scared off millions of soldiers and intimidated various western nations.
• It had also made that man the supreme legend—an undefeated legend in the hearts of countless warriors, their eternal symbol of faith.
• After the war, no one expected the legend to disappear.
• He left no trace behind.
• Three years had passed.
• The western nations showed signs of resurgence, but there was no one in Cruice who could intimidate them.
• The military had exhausted all available resources to locate him within Cruice, expending countless manpower and financial resources without yielding any results.
• Unexpectedly, he had found him in this small city.
• Bless the Cruice!
• It was the fortune of the people.
• As long as this man was alive, no one would dare to set foot in Cruice!
• But when he came to his senses, the figure had disappeared.
• "Where ... where did he go?"
• The young man looked around anxiously, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
• "Mr. Tyndall, what's wrong?"
• Horace asked nervously.
• "Where is he?" Milo Tyndall grabbed Horace's shoulders and shouted, "Where did that person go?"
• Milo almost gave Horace a heart attack. The old man stammered, "What ... Who?"
• "The delivery guy! Where did he go?"
• Milo was so terrified that his voice trembled.
• "I ... I don't know!"
• Horace's expression was bitter. His attention had been solely on Milo. How could he notice a delivery guy?
• "Find him quickly! You have two days, or your family will cease to exist!" Milo roared, his face twisted sinisterly.
• Horace gasped at the threat. He inhaled a breath of cold air, and his complexion turned pallid.
• He knew Milo wasn't joking.
• And this young man had the power to pull it off. Milo could crush his family with just a finger.
• What kind of person could make someone like Milo so frantic?
• Horace didn't dare to imagine.
• At this moment, Chad finally mustered his courage and stepped forward. He said, "I ... I know who he is!"
• "You do?"
• Milo's cold gaze swept over, it was so terrifying that Chad almost wet himself.
• "H ... Hello, I'm Chad Glisson, the son of the chairman of Glisson Property, I ... " Chad stammered.
• He persisted in introducing himself, but he swallowed his words.
• Chad found Milo's gaze to be increasingly cold and terrifying.
• "Tell me who he is, or I'll kill you now!"
• Milo's words made Chad feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. He believed Milo would do it.
• "That loser ... is the Ansons' matrilocal son-in-law, Damon King."
• Chad said with fear.
• "What? Loser?"
• Milo's eyes widened in disbelief. He had a difficult time believing this. The invincible warrior who had once shaken half the world all by himself was considered a loser.
• Ridiculous!
• It was the biggest joke ever!
• These people were blind.
• If they knew his true identity, they would be scared shitless.
• Milo was not in the mood to waste his time with Chad. He saw that god-like figure walk out of the hotel again.
• He quickly straightened his collar and rushed up to Damon agitatedly. He snapped a salute, and in a tone filled with reverence, Milo said something that left everyone thunderstruck.