Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 77: Shockwaves Across the City

Elsewhere, as these events unfolded, word spread across Tempest City, murmurs rising like wildfire as the entire city buzzed with the shocking news.

Behind a rusty shop, an old man paced restlessly, stroking his beard repeatedly, before he finally snapped.

"He said what!?" His gaze shifted to the little girl beside him.

Hearing his words, the girl cleared her throat, a spirited look in her eyes, before she finally muttered what she had heard in the streets.

"The new lord of House Greyson has commanded every house and clan to open up their resources to him or face total annihilation."

As she muttered the last words, her gaze lifted into the sky as she trailed off.

"Woah... isn’t he overbearing?"

"Overbearing my ass!" Alaric clicked, his lips twitching rapidly. He had known the brat was a little too greedy for his own good. But this was already past that. It couldn’t even be called bold at this point.

As the thought crossed his mind, he looked through his dusty shop to the city below, with a reminiscing glint in his eyes.

Had there finally arisen someone even more shameless than him? That didn’t matter now, as he shook his head slowly. If it were before, he would have discarded all this news as gibberish nonsense.

But the proof couldn’t be ignored. The Red Streaks clan had been laid to waste. Nothing left behind, not even a single corpse to prove a battle had occurred.

If that wasn’t enough, Patriarch Orros was dead. Killed by Ulric. It had barely been a week since his visit, yet the little bastard already had the combat power of a D-rank being since his awakening.

The thought caused him to gulp audibly as his eyes constricted violently. He reckoned not even the brats from the royal city had these kinds of monstrous talents... besides the holy sons and daughters.

But that was beside the point. Snapping out of his mental barrage, his eyes dropped to the side where the little girl stood as a twisted smile crossed his lips.

"Little Mira," he called out, causing the girl to respond, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Yes, grandpa?"

"Tsk... how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that... I’m not your..." Alaric muttered beneath his breath, before he stopped himself.

"You’ve already come of age and blossomed into a beautiful young woman. How about I find a husband for you?"

Seeing the girl’s face turn red as a tomato before she scampered off into the distance,

Alaric nodded slightly, the smile on his face widening. It was time for another visit to the Greyson Residence.

***

Elsewhere, at another place in the city, a figure draped in an immaculate white robe came into sight.

His head covered in a straw hat as a gleaming blade rested at his back. And as the murmurs filtered into his ears, a faint smile couldn’t help but spread across Aetherion’s lips.

"Fierce and unyielding, just like the intent of the sword," he muttered, looking into the distance with a look of yearning in his eyes.

Every day that passed, the youth was growing more aligned to walk the path of the sword. Still, he had to choose it for himself.

Lowering his head, a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

If he ever wanted to learn, he knew where to find him. To guide such a monstrously talented figure would be an honor.

***

Elsewhere, inside Moon Star Residence, the figure of a voluptuous woman came into sight, draped in high-grade armour as she sat on a grand throne.

A monstrous hammer rested at the armrest. Behind her, multiple handmaidens and servants stood.

While at the front, a single figure stood, his robe engraved with the crest of House Greyson.

A contemplative look lay plastered across her face as she seemed to weigh the figure’s words.

Before she finally broke out into a pearly giggle, her massive breasts rocking with every breath.

Only stilling a couple seconds later as a faint smile trailed across her lips.

"Interesting."

The moment she had tossed the medallion to the youth played repeatedly at the back of her mind.

She had awaited his visit, with each day that passed making her a little sad. But now, she could see why he hadn’t come to her. He had been purely focused on getting stronger.

The results making her chest thump faintly. Already possessing the might of a D-rank being. If this continued... his monstrous growth continued...It wouldn’t be long before he ascended to the pinnacle of D-rank, and the value of regular D-rank beings would cease to exist before him.

At that point, he wouldn’t care about her anymore. She couldn’t let that happen.

With all these thoughts at the back of her mind, her gaze lowered to the figure before her.

"Tell your lord I’ll visit him in a few days... if he can defeat me in direct combat, then everything he wants from me will be his..."

She muttered, her eyes losing focus for a moment before slipping into a mindless rave.

"He did say he wanted my hammer... was that a hidden meaning? He wanted me instead? Or both of us?" Her brows furrowed for a moment before her eyes lit as she sputtered,

"Okay fine... if he defeats me... then I’ll agree to be his."

As the words drifted into his ears, Rysten’s lips twitched rapidly. Why did he have a feeling as if she had been waiting for this moment?

The handmaidens behind her mirrored his expression as gasps slipped past their lips, trying to convince her out of it, but she seemed adamant.

Filling their faces with surprise. This was the first time they had seen their lady openly pursue a man. Even if by shameless means.

Regaining his composure, Rysten nodded. "Yes, my lady." Before he made his way to another clan.

***

Inside the Silverblood Residence, Kaelith paced slowly across the grand hall.

The elders behind him muttered softly as multiple emotions flickered across their faces.

As they all stared at the single figure at the center of the hall, his words echoing at the back of their heads. Or rather, his lord’s words.

At the side, the sight of a girl came into view, draped in a white robe, sporting short dark hair with dark eyes as she clenched her fingers repeatedly.

Before she gulped audibly, her mouth opening to speak, but no words parting from her lips.

The young man she had seen recently... she mused, his striking appearance forming at the back of her head.

Ever since she saw him, his image had been branded at the back of her head, filling her with multiple emotions just at the thought.

Looking back, she could see the folly of her ways. But that didn’t matter now as regret clawed into her chest.

The same young man had risen to great heights, now asking submission from them.

A grimace lined her face as she clenched her fists tighter.

If she hadn’t annulled the marriage, that could have been her standing by his side.

But now everything was gone forever, with nothing she could ever do.

Raising his head slowly, a decisive glint flashed across Kaelith’s eyes as he came to a decision.

He was a bit stronger than Orros, who had been so easily killed. But would that still be the case in a few days, weeks, or months’ time?

The answer was apparent. If this was the power he had amassed in a few days’ time, just the thought of the future terrified him.

As he spoke, "We are House Silverblood. There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray."

He paused, sighing quietly before continuing.

"The lord of House Greyson asks for our resources. House Silverblood accepts!"

As he muttered, a great silence descended upon the hall before murmurs broke out, laced with chants as the elders nodded in agreement.

They had seen what happened to those who opposed House Greyson, and they didn’t want to follow behind.

Besides, this moment was inevitable. The moment a pillar of darkness had shot to the sky, they knew this moment would come.

An overlord who would rule over Tempest City. It just happened to come sooner than they had anticipated.

***

At yet another residence on the edges of Tempest City, an enraged voice echoed inside a sealed chamber.

"Impudent! A brat slays a lowly D-rank trash and thinks he can have dominion over us?" a figure muttered, hidden under the cover of the shadows.

Yet the aura oozing out of him was undeniable, revealing rows of D-rank beings standing before him, all trembling under the weight of his aura.

"It seems I have been quiet for far too long that any brat thinks they can trample over us."

"Should we attack instantly and teach him a lesson?" one of the bowed figures muttered, his voice coming out a little strained.

A moment of silence passed before the voice echoed once more, this time chuckling faintly as from the darkness, two blue orbs lit up brilliantly.

"No... let him rally his forces. Once he is done, we shall strike and take control over everything. Soon the city shall tremble before the might of House Thunderstorm like their ancestors did."

Similar scenes played out as news of Ulric’s rise swept across Tempest City.