Awakening: Reincarnating With the SSS-Level Extraction Talent

Chapter 308 The Angels' Gratefulness, Heading to the Golden Palace

"No fucking way."

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"He can't be gone..."

"This human is..."

The angels were shouting, their voices filled with both fear and admiration.

Some looked at Alex with disbelief.

While others seemed unable to process what had just happened.

Alex had heard the stories before, since he spent a long time fighting many races in his past life.

Tales of how no one ever returned from the Abyss.

It didn't matter if they were mortals, demons, or some of the strongest beings in Universal Descent.

Once someone stepped into that cursed place, they were never seen again.

That rule applied to the angels too.

For thousands of years, they had been forced to offer monthly sacrifices to the God of the Abyss, Varyn.

Their offerings consisted of captured monsters, but sometimes, they had no choice but to sacrifice their own kin as well.

They despised the Abyss with every fiber of their being.

When they had finally tried to oppose its ruler, Varyn had retaliated with overwhelming force.

Their cities were burned, their warriors slaughtered, and their former king was executed in front of them.

Ever since that day, the angels had lived in fear, knowing that resistance was futile.

But now...

The cruel, invincible god they had feared for so long was dead.

And it had happened inside his own domain.

"But... he was immortal."

The Angel King, Volks, took a step forward, his expression tense.

"How do you kill an immortal being, especially in their own domain?"

Alex's grin widened at the question, and it sent a chill through the air.

The angels flinched.

There was something about that smile, something unsettling.

"I killed him once." Alex shrugged, "And that was enough, I have my ways."

There was silence.

The weight of those words lingered in the air, pressing down on the angels.

Alex stretched his arms.

"Anyway, I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Volks stepped in front of him, his massive white wings unfolding slightly.

"How can we repay you?"

Alex paused.

He hadn't expected that.

Angels were proud, far prouder than most races.

They weren't as arrogant as dragons, of course, but they still held their honor in high regard.

If they were offering a reward, then it meant that what he had done was truly beyond anything they could have imagined.

"Hm..."

Alex pretended to think, though in reality, he had already made up his mind.

Opportunities like this weren't something to waste.

He was going to take advantage of it.

His presence alone was enough to make people nervous.

The way he moved, always ready for a counterattack.

His eyes, constantly shifting like a vortex, a sign of power beyond comprehension.

The divine aura surrounding him, even more potent than that of the Angel King.

And then there was the crown atop his head, a mysterious artifact radiating two different mystical forces, fused together into something new.

Volks didn't say anything to the onlookers.

Instead, he simply kept walking.

"We shall discuss around the table."

He said.

"I've already called for a feast."

"I hope you don't mind my family's presence."

Alex shrugged.

"As long as they're not annoying."

"I'll make sure they aren't."

Eventually, they reached the Golden Palace.

The massive golden gates swung open, revealing a grand courtyard lined with fully armored angelic guards.

As soon as they saw Alex, they did something unexpected.

They knelt.

Alex glanced at Volks.

"Did you tell them to do that?"

"No."

Interesting.

Without another word, Alex followed the Angel King through the marble hallways.

Servants gasped and moved aside as they passed, their eyes wide with shock.

Before long, they arrived at the Dining Hall.

It was a grand room with a long golden table lined with ornate chairs.

Seated at the table were eight people, Volks' three wives and five children.

Volks exhaled.

He seemed more tense than before, but he remained composed.

"These are my wives and children."

He introduced them briefly.

Then, gesturing to a seat, he said.

"Please, sit."

Alex took the seat closest to the edge of the table, while Volks sat across from him.

His wives and children sat in their usual places, though they all looked visibly nervous.

With a snap of Volks' fingers, servants entered, placing lavish dishes onto the table before stepping out.

"You said you had three requests."

Volks said, his voice firm.

"I will honor them, no matter what they are."

The others didn't touch their food.

They were too focused on him.

Alex, on the other hand, smiled.

These three requests were about to change everything.

And he was ready to use them.