Worldly Overlord

"Back off! I have found him first, he's mine, and I'm taking this man with me. There is nothing you and those little minions of yours can do about it."

"Who the hell do you think you are!.... Am I your mate? Just because you received a little promotion from the boss, you dare talk to me that way."

"Hahahahahahaha old man, don't you know that the old generation would have to make way for the new one whether they like it or not."

"Y-You little piece of shit!"

A man with a hunched back holding a black stick could be seen arguing with another man who also had a hunched back and was also holding the same type of stick. Both men were putting on a pure white attire, with a strange pattern on the chest area of the attire.

In the underground world, this form of dressing between two people could only mean one thing, either both men belong to the same organization or the same alliance.

Recalling their words earlier about the old generation making way for the new, seeing both men's appearance it was really hard to figure out who was making way for who, like both men looked very old.

Comparing them to the people in the surrounding, it wasn't bad to call the two old men one's ancestor's ancestor. I'm certain that can create a good image of how old they look.

One of the features of the two old men had been that they looked identical, as one could easily mistake them as twins but with one thing differentiating them, which was their hair. One was bald, while the latter wasn't.

The two had the same height, body stature, eye color, posture, even the ugly face, and big bun were comparable.

Though they were many people in the surrounding looking at the two old men arguing none of them interfered, based on how unbothered they look it seemed like this scene wasn't new to any of them.

The argument continued for minutes, well, hours to be precise with both still at each other throat. It was until they heard an unusual sound did they finally manage to quiet down.

"Shuuuuu..... Quiet down, he's about to wake up." surprisingly, both men said the same words simultaneously.

The crowd rolled their eyes at the duo's words, To them, these two men were the greatest liability they had. As they were both useless, weak, shameless even perverted, all sorts of qualities were present in them.

Most of them wondered why their boss respected the duo so much to the extent that regardless of what they did, the boss always ignore it and treated it as nothing. Which was annoying since the rest weren't treated that way.

Devon's eyes began twitching, showing signs of him waking up. If it wasn't for the noise of the two old men, he wouldn't be waking up by this time, at least not anytime soon.

"Urghhhh..... What the hell!" if waking up in an unknown environment wasn't bad enough, seeing two ugly old men staring at you the moment you wake was terrible.

"Little kid, that must have been a hard journey, but luckily for you, I the sovereign saved your life."

"Kid, I've searched universes looking for a worthy disciple, still all my effort was in vain. Not until me and my loyal, brave, self-righteous brother opened the book of prophecy, and we learned about you."

"We have made it our mission to tutor the true son of prophecy ever since then."

The crowd's mouths were wide open, they all couldn't believe the stunt the duo were pulling off. As they kept blabbing and flattering the innocent boy, most of them agreed on the fact that their shamelessness had no limit.

It was hard to believe that the two who were always trying to get at each other throats were agreeing to something.

Soon enough, they all began to laugh at the old men. Regardless of what they said, the boy just kept looking all around the room, not even giving the duo any attention.

Devon, who was already on his feet, looked around the room he was currently in, trying to figure out what he was doing here. The last thing he remembered was being stabbed by the couples at the alliance party.

The realization of being stabbed made Devon stumble straight down to the ground. He could vividly remember everything that happened to him. How the sword directly pierced through his body.

"Kid, I know that it is a lot to handle, but what we are saying is the truth. In the book of prophecy, it is written that the sovereign and the dominator will tutor the son of prophecy.

"......"

Devon wasn't in any mood to listen to the prophecy crap the two old men were talking about, his whole mind was trying to communicate with the voice wanting to know what happened.

"Contractor doesn't need to panic, you were sent here for a mission." after some minutes of questioning, Devon finally got a reply from the voice.

*Main task: Take over the auction (Become the new boss)

Reward: 100,000 task points

Seeing the reward for the task, a big smile appeared on Devon's face. For a very long time, he has been eying the inventory, but with the little points he gets on a task, buying anything from there was impossible.

With this reward, he was going to have something great. Devon clenched his fist, "Mom, wait for me."

While the old men clapped their hands, seeing that a smile was on Devon's face, the people in the room rolled their eyes at them.

The bald-haired man grabbed Devon by his shoulder and pulled him up. For someone of his incredible age, but in this world judging people's strength by their age is ridiculous.

"Wait! How did I get here in the first place?" Devon asked, heaving a sigh of relief as he touched his face and realized that his mask was still on.

"One of our staff saw you outside the building unconscious, so she decided to bring you in out of goodwill. And thanks to her decision, we affirmed that you're the son of prophecy we've been waiting for you."

"There is a lot we have to teach you, but before that, let's go inform the boss about your situation."

.......

A place far away from the world, but seemed to be within the limit to someone. A black hall stood erect despite the turbulent wind blowing in the area. It stood firmly as nothing could ever shake its stance.

Inside the hall, a man could be seen sitting on an obsidian throne which was on top of a large scattered pile of bones. The throne looked anything but comfortable. However, he lounged on it as though it was the comfortable sofa on earth.

His eyes were closed and an expression of pleasure upon his face. It was unknown what could make a man in this kind of environment happy.

While the throne was on top of several bones, the rest of the hall floor was completely covered in blood while the walls were filled with strange patterns. Everything about the whole appeared bizarre.

"Children, how long can the truth stay hidden.." the man placed his hand on the armrest of the throne as a chuckle escaped his lips.