The Absolute: Humanity's Second Chance

"Please, your divine prominences, dig in to your heart's content." The Khloris Troll chief said in high spirits, and the duo briefly exchanged glances.

Then Damien took ahold of the wooden bowl he was given, and drank the pinkish purple liquid within. Flint and the Khloris Troll chief were watching with bated breathes.

"..."

After a moment, he drank the whole bowl, and placed it back on the table. Flint then asked, "How was it? Is it good?"

"If you want to know, drink it." And Damien responded as such. Flint did not mind the response and changed his question, "Is it poisonous? Or venomous?"

"...You must be an idiot to ask me that question. Who knows." Damien said plainly, and began on a red fruit that resembled a giant grape. He ignored Flint from then on.

Flint sighed and drank the presented drink. He first took a small sip, and commented. "Hm. Quite sweet. But it has a bitter taste hidden deep within. It's amazing."

The Khloris Troll chief nodded at his words and added, "We are most pleasured you love our specialty. It's called Rapon. A mixture Green Salmites and saturated milk. It's good for increasing vitality."

He said in high spirits. Flint nodded as he took those words to mind. He then took ahold of a green star-like fruit, and bit into it. "Ohh? So this is the Green Salmite? It's sweet. Super sweet."

He commented. The Khloris Troll smiled the more they dug in. Meanwhile, as for Damien, he did not comment and just ate whatever was on the table.

It's been quite a while since he ate. Ever since they left Falsar, they had not eaten anything. Hence they quickly cleared out the table that could feed an entire ball room of adults.

After a while, they sat there satisfied. Flint then also commented subconsciously, "Maaaan, I feel so full, and dizzy. I think I drank a lot of Rapon. Aaahhh." He let out a sigh of pleasure at the end.

"..."

Damien did not say anything, but had his hand on his head. The Khloris Troll chief said in high spirits, "Hahaha, that's Rapon for you, your excellences. It has a powerful effect on the body."

"But as gods, you should not suffer much from it. By the way, your excellences, how are you feeling?" He asked, now with a hint of of concern.

"..."

Damien did not respond, but Flint did. "Tired. I feeeeel tired. My head also hurts like damn. Hey, how do you clear off these effects?" He then asked.

"Oh, that? Please give us a moment." The Khloris Troll chief said with a smile, and lightly clapped his hands. The female Khloris Trolls then left the room after a bow.

Then moments later, right after they had just left the hut, a group of Khloris male Trolls entered the hut. In their hands were sharpened blades, and powerful clubs.

The Khloris Troll chief then said, "Allow us to present to you, another one of our specialty. The fastest entry towards Hell. Get them!!"

The male Khloris Trolls then charged towards the duo, ready to murder at any given moment. The Khloris Troll chief also pulled back and took out a wooden wand.

Damien finally changed his posture. He turned his head to look at the Khloris Troll chief. Flint also raised his head to look at the attacking Khloris Trolls.

"Ayii, man, is everyone this unreasonable and bloodthirsty?" He asked. He was more than used to such treatment. After all, his people used to sell him to hunters from time to time.

He never even knew why he was being targeted. Especially so, as he never left the village since he was adopted into it. "Should I kill them?" He asked.

"Do as you please." Damien said, as he circulated his <Infernal Energy Circulation> Technique, and burned out the potent poisonous effects that were applied within his body.

As for Flint, he was a god. He nodded, and waved his hand before himself, releasing a powerful wave of flames that pushed the multiple Khloris Trolls back.

The strongest of them was just a Great Master Profession. They could not defend against his attack containing an Affinity of Fire, and were heavily wounded.

All the while, Damien easily unfurled his wings, and powered them with billions of units of Mana. Grayish mist then instantly spread out throughout the room, and suppressed the Khloris Troll chief.

"Wh–What?! You... You are really gods?" He asked in stupor, as he was already forced down on his knees. Damien did not comment at first, and took out the Null Blade.

"I understand your lack of trust. I also understand your anger. Also, your intent to take our lives. But... if you have such an intent directed at others, expect it to similarly be directed back at you."

"Life is like a mirror. You do good, you obtain good as a reward. You do evil, you obtain evil in return. You simply reap what you sow. Meditate on that in the after life." He said, and swung his blade, beheading the Khloris Troll chief.

He then turned around to leave. He did not even collect anything within the hut. There was nothing worth his attention.

Flint stood up and followed after him. He glanced at the headless body of the Troll chief, and shook his head in pity. 'You reap what you sow, huh?'

Along the way, Damien realized that the Khloris Trolls that attacked them were still alive. They were only badly wounded, and burnt, but ultimately still alive.

"I didn't kill them. I felt like since they were following orders, they did not deserve death." Flint said from behind, and Damien did not comment.

He instead left the hut, and outside, he saw numerous Khloris Trolls looking at them in fear. He once more set his gaze on each and every one of them, and they looked down in fear.

Flint did not enjoy this scenery as much as he did the first time, but he also said nothing. But he still did not like being feared. 'It feels strange.' He thought.

Damien unfurled his wings and flew up, floating at the center of the Khloris Troll village. He empowered his voice with Mana, and apathetically said, "I'll give you a few minutes to sort yourselves out, and give me what I desire."

"If by then I do not have it." He paused, and did not finish his words. The Khloris Trolls below him were scared shitless, and immediately scrambled about.

Flint flew towards him, and did the spectating. He was not used to this life, but he also did not seem to dislike it that much. At least... they were not blatantly killing anyone.

A couple of minutes later, Damien was presented with a small crate. The female Khloris Troll that brought it to him was trembled all over.

She had her head lowered, and raised the opened crate above her head. Within the crate, were golden brown round seeds the size of a person's nails.

"..."

Flint flew down and took ahold of the crate, and flew back up. He wanted to at least comfort her, but felt like it was unnecessary at the moment.

He brought the crate to Damien, and Damirn sent it into his inventory of the Void Keeper artifact. Then he sat his eyes on the female Khloris Troll, and said. "You're the lead gardener here?"

...!!!

The Khloris Troll was shocked at first, and almost found herself on the ground. She grit her teeth and lightly nodded her teeth.

Damien then added, "That's good. I am fair... or so I would love to believe. Are you up for an exchange? I'll give you these in return." He said, and waved his hand.

Abruptly, a gold glowing white transparent crystal, a golden fist sized sand stone and a beautiful white-gold crystal appeared before her feet, shining with lustor.

They temporarily blinded her with their magnificence. And the pure Mana they released, made her hold her breathe in shock.

...!!!

It then clicked to her what they were, and hurriedly fell on her knees. She then kowtowed and said with a trembling tone. "My... My lords, what would you like from our humble race?"

She asked. The other Khloris Trolls bowed after her. With their chief dead, his younger sister temporarily took command of the situation. And if she bowed, who were they not to bow?

Damien watched everything transpire and said, "I would like herbs, fruits, vegetables and other resources of similar value you have in your garden. As much as you can offer. Is that plausible?" And asked.

"Ye–Yes!! Ple–Please give us a moment!!" And the female Khloris Troll said before standing up and rushing towards the depth of the garden. She did not even touch the Mana resources.

Flint watched everything take place. He had learned yet another lesson today; the hearts of living beings could easily be manipulated.

And this man before him, was good at that. How did he go from the most feared person, to the most revered person in just mere minutes? Wasn't that amazing?

'Wait, hold on. Hold on. Isn't... Isn't this how it occurred to me?' He thought, being dumbstruck. 'No way. No way no way no way. This man is dangerous.'