Celestial Bloodline-Chapter 884: No need to follow me

After a grueling week of mining crystals without pay, Kyle finally stepped out of the dungeon. His laughter was entirely gone.

Why? Because just before he could make his escape, those bastards—Gvette and the other Celestials who had accompanied him to the Dawnfeather Clan—showed up. They all stood behind him, ready to drag him off and make him finish every mission he’d left unfinished—after he vanished abruptly.

Kyle ran his fingers through his hair.

Clearly frustrated.

"Damn it. I thought Ares would have found someone else to handle the missions after sentencing me to a week of punishment. But no—he only wants me to do them!"

Gvette cleared his throat beside him.

"You shouldn’t have annoyed him. There’s no point in regretting it now—Clan Leader Ares is very petty. Just do what he asked and get it over with. He will forget it."

Kyle shot the Celestials a sharp look over his shoulder, clicking his tongue in distaste. A green glow flickered in his eyes, causing those around him to flinch instinctively.

"Like I care. Clan Leader Ares can be as petty as he wants. But make sure you tell him this—if I ever decide to get petty, he’ll regret ever crossing me. Trust me on that."

Gvette was stunned by the sudden threat.

But before he could dwell any deeper on Kyle’s words, the tall man turned to face him with a calm, emotionless expression.

For the past week—no, since the moment he arrived in the Celestial Realm—Kyle had been acting candid and relatively easygoing around everyone, trying to blend in. Perhaps that’s why Ares had started picking on him.

But now, he knew better. He needed to pull himself together and grow stronger—fast—or risk being left behind. He had far greater goal than wasting time on tasks like these.

Maybe the realization was finally sinking in since he met Azazeal—just how much he’d been slacking. Azazeal had already started exacting his revenge. And him? He was still stuck at the second stage of Celestial rank. Still too weak to face Azazeal head-on.

"I will handle all the missions myself now that I know how to reach the destinations. There’s no need for you to follow me."

Gvette wanted to argue—to tell him that Ares had ordered them to follow him so he wouldn’t disappear like before. But the eyes staring back at him said otherwise. Icy and composed, they sent a chill down his spine.

He couldn’t help but wonder—what the hell had happened? Why had Kyle’s good mood shifted so drastically? Kyle was laughing in the dungeon, mining crystals, a short while ago. So what caused the sudden change?

Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice when the tall human disappeared before his eyes.

Gvette and the Celestials’ eyes widened.

He shouted a loud order to those around him as he vanished, chasing after Kyle.

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But it was too late. Kyle had already used instant teleportation. The moment Gvette was lost in thought was enough for him to cover a distance impossible to track—even for the third-stage Celestials—unless they expended their senses, which was actually an unspoken taboo in the Celestial Realm.

No, not for every Celestial.

Powerful Celestials could always extend their senses, but weaker ones could not.

After all, the more powerful beings were easily offended by the probing senses of the weaker Celestials—and they would quickly shred those senses if detected.

Gvette let out a frustrated groan as he hovered mid-air within the clan territory.

"Where did he go? He’s only a second-stage Celestial for this realm’s sake. How did we fail to follow his movements and find him?"

The many other Celestials floating around him exchanged equally perplexed glances, their faces reflecting the same uncertainty.

Gvette shook his head and turned around.

"Let’s just wait. He said he would go and complete the missions. If we don’t receive news that he’s visited the other clans in a day, we’ll inform the Clan Leader. If he has, then we can let him handle the missions."

Everyone agreed with him. After all, they had witnessed Kyle’s power firsthand—he had taken down a third-stage Celestial in the Dawnfeather Clan with a single strike.

It made sense to let him handle all the missions he was assigned on his own.

The only problem was the clan leader, who had ordered them to follow and watch him. Who knew what Ares would do if he found out his orders hadn’t been followed? That man was really childish in this matter.

The group didn’t notice, but floating at a distance, Cassian overheard their entire conversation. His crimson eyes narrowed dangerously. Finally, Kyle was alone—the bastard who dared to steal his law.

His lips curled into a cold smirk. He had thought long and hard, weighing countless factors—the strange anomaly surrounding Kyle, his formidable abilities, and the fact that he had vanished after Nathaniel.

He already knew Kyle had a bad past with Nathaniel, but killing his prey was a no-go.

If Kyle killed him, then what was the point of Cassian’s existence, going through all he had endured? Kyle had to be eliminated.

"I will give him a painless death. If he can’t be a useful pawn, he shouldn’t be the one to lead this narrative that is mine either. I am the one who will put an end to that man."

His eyes glowed brightly with an eerie light, shimmering like crystals ablaze with fire as he disappeared, setting off to locate Kyle.

Gvette turned back, sensing a sudden movement far away, his eyes narrowing.

"Did I make a mistake? Or was someone really eavesdropping on us?"

He frowned but brushed the thought aside, hurrying to his small hut to await news of Kyle. Fortunately—or perhaps not—he and the other Celestials soon received word.

Kyle, the second-stage Celestial from the Golden Guardians Clan, was going through many clan territories where he was meant to fight for the monthly rights of dungeons in order to finish his assigned missions.

He defeated every opponent effortlessly, with just one, two, or at most three strikes, before vanishing without a trace—quickly building a reputation in those clans. Soon, requests began pouring in, asking for Kyle to be transferred to the clans where he had secured victory in exchange for treasures.

Clan Leader Ares, who read through all the requests, spat out the tea he was drinking—the very tea he had treasured for years.

"I wanted him to suffer, not become so famous! What the hell is going on here?"

At that very moment, an old woman from the Dawnfeather Clan arrived with a similar request, and Ares snapped sharply at her.

"Do you think I would sell my people for mere treasures? Never! Get lost!"

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