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Lohar District, Lohar Building, top floor office.

Eight thirty in the morning.

Tommy Lohar had just sat down when he immediately received an internal phone call.

"Yes, this is Lohar,"

the man with a towering height of over two and a half meters, even taller than many male Elves, said in a deep voice.

He was awaiting some good news.

Elves were usually slight of build, but President Lohar's body was filled with solid muscle. He was so large that his fingers were also thick. So much so that he was completely unable to use a human rotary phone.

The phone he was using was custom-made by the telephone company especially for him, just like the black suit he wore and the furniture and chairs he used daily... Food that ordinary people could hold in their hands, he could only pinch with his fingers.

Everything developed for humans was uncomfortable for President Lohar to use. Only genuine Elven products could meet his needs to some extent.

But no matter how much inconvenience his daily life entailed, those were ultimately minor issues.

What really troubled him was the racial discrimination he faced on a day-to-day basis.

Or rather—the misdirected anger.

Avalon was, after all, a country of humans and Elves.

Here, not to speak of the unenlightened, uncivilized Trolls or the Lizardfolk who lived in deserts and swamps, even Goblins and Dwarves were driven out. Not to mention someone like him, a Half-blood Giant.

After the Avalonians won, nearly all the Giants within the Giant Kingdom were killed—an action that faced no resistance at the time. Because all Giants were warriors, and every Giant had tasted human flesh. This was hatred passed down through countless generations that simply erupted at that moment.

But what truly perplexed and angered Tommy was that the only ones who were allowed to carry on the giant bloodline were those half-blood Giants who had once supported Avalon… In other words, they were not of pure Giant blood, but of half-blood Giant descent. They should not be discriminated against.

He had even thought about leaving Avalon for The Far North.

It's said that some Giants still remained there—a heretical faction that had existed during the heyday of the Giant Kingdom.

They were the Giants of the Path of Wisdom.

Unlike the Trolls from the southern plantations, Giants were smart and used their brains well, just like Tommy today. The intelligence of pure-blooded Giants was higher than that of humans; it was only the endless rage that clouded their minds and made them choose not to use it.

Those Giants who turned to the Path of Wisdom, the philosophical Giants, went to The Far North to suppress their innate fury with the extreme cold from the outside world.

They abandoned cannibalism and instead chose to feed on fish, seabirds, and seals. Their bodies shrank slightly, and thick white fur grew over their dark red, burning skin. Their temperaments grew more gentle. They delved deep into profound philosophies day and night, and even produced an Apostle of the Great Sage.

Tommy also wanted to go there, where at least it was peaceful.

And those Giants who lived in the cold would accept half-Giants who came to join them. The only problem was that Tommy did not know if he could quiet his mind.

When he got older, he might move there to retire. He sometimes thought this way.

But before that, he still wanted to take advantage of his youth and try his hardest to strive for more.

After the Path of Strength became the Path of Authority, those Giants who did not turn to the Path of Wisdom naturally had the urges of the Path still residing within them transformed into the Path of Authority.

Part of the Giants resisted these urges with ambition, reversing them and moving towards the Path of Transcendence—they were the high-ranking members of the Noble Red Society. They had completely embarked on another path, diverging from those Giants who were still immersed in their innate impulses.

But even though Tommy underwent the "Serpent's Offspring" ceremony and was endowed with the adaptability for the Path of Transcendence… he ultimately lacked the talent for Transcendence. He always had an authoritative heart, which was an instinct flowing in the Giants' blood.

To him, transcendence was just a tool, while authority was the goal.

Tommy could not restrain the desire for power that was always boiling in his heart… and for this reason, his position within the Noble Red Society was not high, even though he was also a Half-blood Giant.

—Even his own kindred looked down on him.

They could fully resist the "erroneous call" of the Path of Authority in their blood, choosing another path. But Tommy couldn't.

He actually wanted to.

That's why he gradually gave up managing the Lohar Society. By distancing himself from the centre of power, he attempted to gradually adapt himself to the most pure desire for transcendence. Much like the monks' practices—through the cultivation of the Path of Wisdom, to rid himself of his desire for authority.

But obviously, he had failed.

Now that Tommy was sitting in his seat again, he couldn't help but let out a blissful sigh. It was like drinking a strong liquor, with a fragrant and rich aroma filling his brain.

He was, after all, an anomaly.

Whether among humans or among Giants; whether in the Lohar Society or the Noble Red.

But what of it?

If those Giants looked down on him, did he have any regard for them?

Uncultured and mindless. The plan for Giant resurgence—could you really resurrect a nation?

The Giants involved nowadays did not even have the population to support a resurgence. And as time progressed, human technology had become capable of partially ignoring the innate difference between humans and Giants… and most importantly, their deity, Supreme Heaven, was no longer in power.

The Noble Red's plans were merely pie in the sky. They were but pawns used by the Star Antimony people, disposables to destabilize the Avalonian situation.

It was for this reason that Avalon never worried about them… because no one would choose to be Giant fodder over being a Knight's master.

They had strength but fundamentally could not shake the foundations of Avalon.

And the strength was not enough… at least any of the few powerful individuals in Avalon could be pulled out to make the Noble Red Society extremely wary.

What Tommy had to do was much simpler.

—All he needed to do was to sit on the throne himself.

Whether by marrying the princess, or by usurping the throne, or even as a Regent—any way would do. Tommy did not care about his race, nor about his progeny. All he cared about was himself.

Now, Tommy's plans were all progressing smoothly—he was increasing his say and influence within the Noble Red Society through Lohar Society, integrating human merchants with the power of the Noble Red, and then influencing the Round Table Hall through Lohar Society to ultimately become the underground emperor of the entire Avalon.

Because his plans were highly executable, many smart people would stand by his side.

And one day, the underground emperor would also walk on the ground.

By then, everyone who had looked down on him would pay a price. Read exclusive adventures at empire

Now, all he needed was patience and waiting.

"...What?"

Tommy was slightly taken aback after hearing the message on the phone.

It was not the message he was waiting for.

But he was not flustered. After pondering for a moment, he simply replied, "Please let her up."

He straightened his suit and poured two cups of tea—one for himself, a large cup; and the other for a human. Being precise was important to him, but he had already spent a lot of time training for this.

It wasn't long before a sprightly old lady strode in.

Her hair was silver-white, her cheekbones prominent, and her face bore clear wrinkles. But her back was straight, her arms muscular, and her eyes shone brightly.

"Tommy!"

She roared as soon as she entered, causing the half-giant's hand to tremble slightly.

However, Tommy did not dare to misbehave in front of her and could only feign a smile, "Miss Meg, what brings you to me..."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"—Cut the crap!"

Miss Meg rudely interrupted him.

She did not apply the force of any Path, but her fierce gaze was like the barrel of a gun.

"Where did you take that Moriarty? Bring him back!"

Miss Meg commanded.

At first, Tommy thought it was the assault he had ordered last night that had come to light, but he quickly realized:

...Taken away?

Hadn't he ordered them to attack the other party?

"I think you must be mistaken; this matter should have nothing to do with our Lohar Society... at least, I am not aware of it..."

"[Tell the truth.]" Miss Meg ordered directly.

"I truly did not order anyone to abduct him. The Noble Red Society is dissatisfied about Aiwass joining the Lohar Society, so I sent a group of people to kill him directly instead."

Tommy blurted out.

As soon as the words left his mouth, his face immediately turned ugly.

"Hmph."

Miss Meg snorted coldly.

Despite being half his height, just her gaze toward Tommy filled him with fear.

"What was the team composition? [Speak in full]."

"Four Demon Scholars, two of the second energy level, two of the third. Accompanied by a Whiplash Demon, a Blade Demon, and two Demon Dogs... "

"...Blade Demon?"

Miss Meg laughed coldly, "You really wanted him dead.

"Well, if he's dead, then you'll die with him."

Her words fell, thundering like a roar. Silver-white runes embedded themselves into the depths of Tommy's mind, appearing illusory.

Tommy immediately dared not speak, a strong sense of fear causing sweat to trickle down his spine.

"Listen, kid. You can't touch this man, understand? You have three days to bring him back."

"It really wasn't me who took him..."

Tommy's voice almost pleaded, "You should be able to tell if I'm speaking the truth..."

"Ha, I know it wasn't you. But the matter is still related to your sending people to attack him, right? You didn't kill him doesn't mean you're innocent. If it wasn't done by you, it would be some other faction in your Lohar Society that dislikes you, or from within The Association. I don't care who it is; you're more familiar with them. You deal with it.

"Here's a tip—the one who took the person is likely a demon with a Shadow Demon, possibly named Aleister. Anyway, you go find him, take someone to kill him. And bring Aiwass back.

"[Fail and die], got it? They may not dare to touch you, but I dare."

Word Spirits from Miss Meg landed again, branding onto Tommy's soul.

She extended three fingers, emphasizing at last, "Three days. Remember that. Don't think about running; you won't get away."

"Yes, I understand..."

The giant murmured humbly with his head bowed, "I'll do my best for you..."

"Don't stand there swearing loyalty to me. Do your best for your own life, kid."

After speaking, Miss Meg turned around and left without any hesitation.