Zhu Wushang recollected his thoughts and said toward The Black Merchant.“You said that Cthulhu is one of your kind. Then what about you? Can you tell me your real name already? or Do you think that my power is still not enough to withstand the truth?”The Black Merchant smiles as he chuckles a little as if he heard a joke.“No, Your power is always enough to withstand any truth. Even before you gain your first power back in the Desolate continent in your world.” The Black Merchant said with a smile.Zhu Wushang tilted his head in confusion.“Then why didn’t you tell me everything from the start?” He asks.the Black Merchant stood up and kept his coffee cup within his shadow and walked toward Zhu Wushang before raising his finger toward the sky or, in this case, the ceiling of the pyramid.“Although you alone are enough to withstand the truth, you still have not regained… um… how should I put it…; Yes, part of yourself to restrain your power to not cause harm to your environment and y

At the end of the vast desert, there’s a megapolis, its size spans more than 100 kilometers square. At the edge of the megapolis, there are a giant concrete wall 30 meters in height, its width was enough for a large tank to go up there and take a spot to fire on the ground below.Every 20 meters there is a watchtower armed with two heavy machine guns and an anti-armor cannon. Many people are patrolling at the top of the wall, some of them are talking with each other, some are watching the perimeter with their binoculars and some are checking the equipment that is on the wall.Outside of the wall, there is a large area of the refugee camp and a very long line of refugees who are undergoing the checking process at the checkpoint. Many of the refugees in the camp are malnourished, and some of the volunteers from inside the wall are taking care of the wounded, children, and elders. But the volunteers who are taking care of them are fewer in number when compared to the refugees outside the

After hearing the number from his master. The Black Merchant's eyes went wide for a little bit before returning to normal. “Consider that I can’t unleash all of my power otherwise these people would immediately go insane. Even if it’s me, that number alone would take me some time before I could eliminate all of them.” Said the Black Merchant. “That’s not the worst part. From what I have detected through my spiritual sense, hundreds within that army could rival the power of this world Level 6 power user and 1 more with the power of at least equal to Level 7.” Zhu Wushang added. The Black Merchant nodded in acknowledgment and asked. “Master, now you can alter reality to the point of creating something from nothing. Can you erase that army out of existence?” The Black Merchant asks. Zhu Wushang shook his head. “No, My power can’t affect those with soul and consciousness, even if it's just the ant at our feet my power still can’t affect them directly. So consider that those cursed on

“It’s because I’m your servant that’s why I’m trying to stop you from embarrassing yourself, master!.” The Black Merchant grit his teeth as he tried to reason with his master who wanted nothing more than to use his hug to turn that poor Armand into meat paste. “You think I give a shit!? Release me this instance! Let me hug that guy! Just one hug! If he survives I’ll stop bothering him!” Zhu Wushang argues as he increases his strength to break free from the Black Merchant hold. The Black Merchant immediately increases more power to the brink of the safety threshold so as to not harm the innocent bystander around them or they might go insane if a tiny portion of his dark power leaked out. “What? hug the guy? He said "hug the guy" right?” One of the bystanders asked his friend who stood beside him. “Yeah… I heard it, this guy is… weird and he suddenly wants to rampage and hug the gut at this hour? Is his urge so intense!? Shit! Is this guy going to target me next?” The bystander frien

“So… Here I am. What do you want to tell me?” Aurelia asks with a little bit of impatience in her tone. Arman wants to say something but then he stops himself after he’s looking around and sees a lot of people looking at them. What he’s going to tell his ex is not something for the ears of the masses, lest they panic and that would be counterproductive for both him and Aurelia. “It’s not good to talk about it here. Can we have a safe place to talk?” Arman asks. “Fine, follow me then.” Aurelia nods and enters the jeep she used to come here along with Zhu Wushang and the Black Merchant. —--- A few minutes later Aurelia led the people from the Persian caravan to the guest room outside of the Alexandria wall. She led the people walking through the door into the guest room without saying anything and sit down on one of the luxurious couches within the room. “Please come in, sit… if you want any drink. There’s a menu on the wall panel and the table. It’s self-service here.” Aurelia sai