King Of Seven Realms

AN: A little change in the previous, previous chapter. As an honorable and respected meatball by the whole WN community, I listen to any and every request of my humble readers. Of course, acting upon them is a different thing altogether.

Nothing major, just changed the Sky Destroyer Physique into Minor Destroyer Immortal Physique. It is no different from the Sky Destroyer Immortal Physique, just that, it can only be mastered till Minor Completion. Mean, it is an incomplete version of Sky Destroyer Immortal Physique.

Shizuku gave Sairaorg the incomplete version and not the full thing, so he can only cultivate it till Minor-Completion.

I've not edited the chapter, but I'll do it if I feel like it.

PS: If you are a future reader, and see that I've not edited the chapter... then just keep on reading since I should've been too lazy to do so.

PPS: Don't use fuċkɨnġ profanities ċunts! I don't fuċkɨnġ receive your fuċkɨnġ comment that way, bitch! I mean, I do, but no one else can see it nor I can reply to it. I replied with lots of fuċkɨnġ profanities to @DarkStar(his birthday) and even insulted the shit out of him, but he didn't reply so he might have not revived my reply. What can I say except dumb slime?

ADIOS~! r/whoosh

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Wang Lei didn't go to the Amphitheater right away but enjoyed his time with his maids, going to many shops and stalls, tasting all kinds of foods. He was not in a hurry to go.

After half an hour or so, he decided to visit the Amphitheater. As the name suggested, Amphitheater was a large open circular or oval building with a central space surrounded by tiers of seats for spectators.

Many Young Devils will gather in the center and share their ideas and dreams with higher rankers such as Satans, and pure-blood devils. In a way, they will also show their peerage to other devils - a little bit of boasting here and there. But devils were a proudful race, so sometimes it was not uncommon for the normal boasting to go out of control, resulting in full-out brawling between them.

This especially would happen with hot-blooded pure-blood devils, having superior complex against those of lower breed.

In the canon, six devils were invited during the Youth Meeting, but Wang Lei's presence seems to change some things as how seven were present currently.

"Zephyrdol, can you not help starting a fight at a place like this? Do you want to die? Do you really want to die? Even if I kill you, I won't be blamed by the people on top."

The one who opened her mouth was a cold beauty. She was a beautiful young woman in her late teens with long, pale greenish blonde hair, long slit pink eyes, and glasses that give off an impression of being cold rather than cool. But one could clearly see disgust evident in her eyes as she glared at the delinquent-looking young male.

"Hah! I'll say it again, bitch! I said that I'd teach you in one shot in a private room with great trouble! The Agares' onee-san really doesn't like being without her guards, now does she? Heh, is that why you're still a vɨrġɨn who hasn't let a man come near her till now!? Geez, all the women of families of the Maous stink of vɨrġɨns and are unbearable! That's why I said that I'd do a formal opening ceremony for you!"

Both youths were glaring daggers at each other, ready to move at any given notice. A little distance away from them stood Rias and her peerage with a handsome young man with black hair and violet eyes.

"*Sigh* This is why I said we shouldn't meet before the meeting," the young man sighed and said.

He walked into the center of both groups before looking at their leaders and said, "Alright, this is enough. I know this is sudden, but this is the waiting area before higher up arrives and not some backstreet. Both of you should stop this. You are making fun of yourself," he looked at them before his aura covered both groups, "This is a warning. Think before speaking."

"Don't get in my way, you incompetent Bael-*Bham*" before he, the delinquent-looking person, could complete his sentence, he was launched towards the wall. .

"You bastard!" "Damn you Bael Clan!" His peerage members shouted towards Sairaorg who looked at them, "Instead of trying to fight me, from which you will gain nothing, you should look after your King."

He didn't look back at them again but looked at the cold girl, who visibly finched, "Seekvaira Agares, princess of Agares Clan, do you want me to remind you too?" he said, "Upper management will be coming soon. You should go and redo your make-up. Don't show them your current face."

Seekvaira didn't reply. She nodded and left the hall.

"That's why Riser doesn't like these meetings. Riser would rather spend time with his peerage than to come to such brawls," a tall and handsome young man in his early 20's, sitting at the side of the Hall, said.

He was surrounded by many girls of different races. A voluptuous woman - long, wavy purple hair that falls all the way down her back and matching eyes - was sitting on his ŀȧp while feeding him different refreshments. Riser was enjoying her service while his hand was moving up and down at her waist, feeling it up.

Issei almost had saliva dripping from his mouth, seeing him.

'Damn it! He is living my dream!' He shouted internally. His dream was to become a Harem King after all.

"Stop with this indecent behavior Riser. You are going to lose your family's face," Sairaorg said.

"Humph! Riser knows better than other's how to take care of his family name, Sairaorg. You don't have to remind Riser of such things," one could easily tell that he didn't appreciate Sairaorg talking. He seems to have some form of enmity with him.

Sairaorg shook his head, "Are you still jealous of the fact that I was accepted as master's disciple and you were not? Obviously, she didn't want you as her disciple so why are you so adamant about it? Not forgetting the fact that you tried to court her before despite knowing that she has a husband."

Riser frowned. He also knew that courting her was stupidity. He didn't want to delve into this topic any longer, so he ignored Sairaorg. He indeed was bitter about Sairaorg being accepted by her and not him. But Sairaorg was stronger than him so he could only remain quiet on this topic.

"Why doesn't everyone calm down and have a cup of tea with me? Fighting will lead to nowhere," a gentle-looking, handsome young man said. He had an air of gentleness around him as he calmly sat and drank his tea.

"Who is he, Buchou?" Issei asked since he could feel his instinct ringing when he looked at the handsome man.

"Diodora Astaroth, current heir of Astaroth Family. Be aware of him, he might look calm and gentle, but he is anything but that," Rias explained. She also didn't want to ȧssociate with him for this sole reason.

"Why don't you guys come and sit? We can talk about the things we've been doing in the past," Sairaorg invited Sona and Rias peerage for a talk, to which both heiresses nodded.

"Who is this master you were talking about, Sairaorg?" Sona asked, curious about this mysterious master.

"That…" Sairaorg started to explain how he met with Shizuku and asked her to take him as her disciple.

Rias, Akeno, Kiba, and Koneko's ears shone when they heard that his master's name was Shizuku.

"Wait Siaraorg-san," standing behind Rias, Kiba suddenly interrupted him, "Does your master have long black hair tied in a ponytail with red eyes? Was she also carrying a crimson Katana?"

Sairaorg raised his brow, "Ho, you know my master?"

Kiba smiled wryly. Who could he not know her? She was his master too, after all.

"Kiba is also the disciple of Shizuku-nee-san. He has learned swordsmanship from her," Rias answered instead of Kiba.

Sona was quite interested in this topic. She knew that Kiba was a powerful swordsman and if he learned from the same person who was master of the number 1 youth, then she must be a strong individual. She wondered if she could introduce her knight to her (Shizuku).

At the side, Riser's ears were also perked. He looked up and down at Kiba, not knowing what to think.

Sairaorg seems to be astonished, hearing it. He looked at Kiba and said, "If you are her disciple, then you should be strong no? Let's have a spar!"

"Of course. Even though our fighting style is completely different, I would still love to spar with my fellow student," Kiba said with the fire burning in his eyes.

Sairaorg was pleased with his answer, he looked back at Rias and asked, "You seem to be close to the master, with how you call her nee-san."

"Well…" Rias didn't know how to answer him. She became quiet for a second before asking, "You are aware that I've become someone else [Pawn], right?"

Sona's eyes glint. She knew the person whose [Pawn] Rias was. It was her fiance. A blush took over her cheeks seeing as how she already accepted him as her fiance.

Sairaorg nodded. It was no news in the underworld that Rias Gremory, heir of Gremory Clan, has become someone else's Peerage member.

"Shizuku-nee-san is his wife," Rias dropped the bomb.

Before Sairaorg could give any kind of reaction, it was Sona who abruptly stood up, "What!? Sensei is married!?"

Rias weirdly looked at her, making Sona realize her outburst. Her cheeks took a deep hue of red before she sat back and coughed to dispel the air of awkwardness that she caused.

"... I see. I would love to meet my master's husband. He should be strong," ignoring Sona's outburst, as he could tell that she was embarrassed and he didn't want to poke her, he said.

"Who are you!?" Hearing the sudden voice, everyone looked back towards where it came from. They saw Seekvaira Agares, who had new make-up done, looking towards the seats where four Satans would sit.

There, a young man with silver hair was sitting lazily. His face resting on his hand and his legs lazily stretched and placed over each other. Two women of celestial beauty were standing at his side. Though one was wearing a mask, it didn't diminish her beauty. Instead, if one looked at her, they were bȧrėly able to see anything else.

After all, Ying'er's beauty matched that of the Creation God of Life, and she was considered the most beautiful woman of Primal Chaos.

"Continue and don't mind me. I was just passing by and got tired. Think of me as air," the silver-haired young man said, making everyone's brow twitched. Treat you like air? You are fuċkɨnġ sitting on the Satans's seat. Even if we want, we can't ignore you!

"Who is this dreg who dared to sit on Satan's seat!?" Zephyrdor, who just came back after tending to his injuries, looked at Wang Lei and said.

"To sit on Satan's chair is the same as disrespecting them," Sairaorg said with a frown, "Are you aware of that?"

Strangely, neither Rias nor Sona and their Peerage said anything. They kept quiet and watched things play.

"I sit where I want. There is no place where I can't sit," Wang Lei said with a smirk. At his side, Ying'er had the same smirk on her face while Leiyan was observing Riser and his sister Ravel. She was quite intrigued as she could tell that both had some connection with her, and yet it felt like something was different.

"How arrogant! Who do you think you are?!" Seekvaira frowned. She didn't like Wang Lei's attitude in the least. Especially when his eyes passed her. He was eyeing her up and down as if securitizing an object. It made a disgusting feeling well up inside her, yet, for some reason, she felt it was the right thing.

"I am Wang Lei," he said. His voice full of dominance, "If you dislike it so much, you can always come and kill me. Only if you are ready to die too."

Riser and Ravel didn't look towards Wang Lei, but their eyes were on Leiyan, who was observing them. Both of them felt their blood boiling when their eyes met with her. They felt their control over their prided flame going out of control the more they looked at Leiyan.

It made Riser stop from making any harsh action. He might be prided individual and a pervert filled with ŀust, but he was by no means a stupid devil who acted on emotions, not until he was provoked at least. He opted to wait and see. Cautiously looking at Leiyan.

Sairaorg frowned. Everything felt… too unnatural to him. Not Wang Lei's action since he could tell that he was telling the truth, but the whole situation. It felt like Wang Lei was deliberately provoking them and leading them to a fighting scenario.

"What? Are you guys scared now? I am sitting here, at Satan's seat. Not even moving and I am giving you guys a chance to fight too, yet no one is saying anything. Truly disappointed," Wang Lei shook his head.

"Very well. I'll fight you then," Sairaorg walked forward and confidently said, "But let's not talk about killing. This is a place where Satan's and many other upper echelons will come soon, I would rather not dirty it. How about we change bets?" he stated.

"Change bets? How so?" Wang Lei asked amused.

"It is simple. If I lose, you can ask me to do anything as long it is not morally wrong and does not include killing innocent," Saiarorg said as he looked at Wang Lei, in the eyes, "And if you lose, you will first kneel in front of Satan's and ask for their forgiveness for the disrespect you've shown and then accept any punishment they give."

"Interesting," Wang Lei smirked. Even though it looked like a bet, Wang Lei could tell that if Sairaorg won and this incident was made public, many people will support him. It was an easy trick. He was aiming for people's recognition since he wanted to become Satan.

Even though it was not necessary, having extra support never hurt.

Every other King also understood what he was trying to do, but they didn't interrupt. They will see first and then decide what to do.

"Bastard! Come down here and see me making mincemeat out of ya!" Zephyrdor taunted, but Wang Lei ignored him and looked towards Diodora and Seekvaira, "What about you? And you?"

Diodora's squinted eyes opened a little before he smiled, "I don't like fighting. I would rather like it if we can solve this problem over a cup of tea."

Hearing him, Wang Lei ignored him and looked towards Seekvaira who also didn't participate.

"Don't ignore me, bastard!" Zephyrdor shouted before launching towards Wang Lei, but before he could reach him, his face was gripped by the soft hand of Leiyan. Crimson fire came from her hand as she mercilessly burned his face. Zephyrdor's shout resounds in the air. Just before she felt if she continued he would die, she threw him towards Asia, knowing that she would heal her. She was old enough to predict the future. And she has already met or saw Rias Peerage a week ago when she followed Wang Lei to school.

And just as she predicted, Asia hurriedly used her Sacred Gear to heal him. It grabbed Diodora's attention but he didn't take any action.

"That was Phoenix Flames! Who are you!?" Riser, seeing the flames shouted. His body becoming hotter and hotter and his flames unconsciously leaving his body.

Leiyan looked at him but didn't say anything and went back to Wang Lei's left side.

"With the little bug out of the way, we can start now," Wang Lei said with a smirk, looking at the solemn faces of Youth Devils as they realized that his maid one-handedly took care of one of the presented Kings.