"You weak human, how dare you?" An elven warrior roared, looking at Chris, his voice echoing across the area. This roar seemed to attract everyone’s attention, and all of them looked at this confrontation with interest.

They were all watching this like they were watching a circus. Apollo naturally also watched the excitement.

Chris didn’t seem to care about numerous eyes on him.

"How dare you, slave, dare to raise your voice against me even when your master didn’t dare to?"

As he said that, he looked at the tall and handsome elven man standing behind him with a calm aura.

It was clear that because of the young man the elf soldier dared to confront Chris and made a scene out of it. The young man was another simp whose status wasn’t weak; otherwise, not everyone could confront members of sovereign clans.

"Elrond, why didn’t you dare to confront me head-on instead of letting a slave confront me? Don’t tell me you are a coward and don’t dare to face me yourself?"

"And what right, you piece of shit, do you have to stop me? Even within the same empire, you couldn’t win her favour. So what gives you the authority to interfere?"

His words rang out without restraint.

Chris made no effort to lower his voice, nor did he attempt to conceal his emotions. Whether it was arrogance or sheer confidence, he spoke openly—uncaring of who might hear.

’Soap opera in a fantasy world’. Apollo watched this, and it was the only thought that came to his mind.

"Hm." But he suddenly felt weird as he felt something about Chris feel a bit weird.

Feeling doubtful, he carefully probed them, and he discovered something. Whether it was Chris or Elrond, they seemed to have a very hidden but small eerie power within them.

The aura was hidden quite cleverly, and it was quite weird. It didn’t feel harmful, like it had any destructive prowess or anything else. He himself wasn’t sure what it was, but its presence wasn’t a coincidence.

Without drawing attention, he expanded his senses further, sweeping across the surrounding factions.

Just as he suspected—there were others.

Among different races and groups, a few individuals—three or four in each faction—carried that same strange, hidden aura.

Although the numbers were small, what made this quite concerning was that the identity of each of them seemed to be high level among their respective races. Some are descendants of powerful families, or some had powerful forces backing them.

It was clear something was going on and something big was going to happen. Although he cannot figure out what kind of energy it was, it definitely wasn’t something good.

"Fight me, Elrond, you bastard!" Chris roared, his agitation finally breaking through.

Elrond, feeling challenged, was ready to about jump, but the person for whom they were supposedly fighting appeared.

"Stop it," Kaelyn’s calm and ethereal voice seemed to suddenly make both of them stop.

In an instant, the tension in the air seemed to dissolve. Both Chris and Elrond froze, as if an invisible force had pressed down upon them.

Her beauty, along with her strength, was beyond the levels which Chris and Elrond can handle. And it seemed this interruption calmed them down, especially Chris, who seemed to get agitated more.

Apollo noticed this as the mysterious aura within Chris, which seemed to decrease by more than half.

"Could it be related to emotions or to the mind?" His mind seemed to come to this conclusion, as from what he had seen it definitely had relation to emotions.

It might be possible it was a mysterious rule related to emotion, as, although he never met someone, it is possible for someone to understand rules related to emotions or the mind.

If that’s the case, then those mysterious auras within them might be used to control them. This thought changed his expression.

This mysterious aura definitely belonged to a terrifying being; at least it had to be supreme or even likely possibly sovereign. But if it’s sovereign, then instead of a direct approach, it uses such sneaky methods, meaning even with being sovereign himself, he still dares not to fight directly.

The individuals affected weren’t ordinary—they came from powerful clans and ancient lineages. Once something went wrong, it would inevitably be exposed.

Which meant whatever was being planned... would reach its climax here, within the God Ruins.

Apollo’s eyes grew cold, meaning he might have to face it or whatever it is for it.

His attention shifted back to Kaelyn. There was something unusual about her as well.

Her spiritual power was different—subtle, yet profoundly pure. It seemed to counteract that mysterious influence, suppressing it with ease.

The calmed Chris seemed to be a bit confused, but he quickly regained his proud nature.

"You should go." Kaelyn’s calm voice echoed as she clearly wasn’t liking this commotion.

But just as I felt this soap opera was going to end, one of the female elves suddenly seemed to snap and directly attacked Chris.

Boom!

It happened so suddenly that nobody saw this coming. Chris was sent flying as powerful attacks tore through space.

"What are you doing?!" Kaelyn’s calm expression changed as the person who attacked seemed to be her close friend. She couldn’t understand why her friend would suddenly attack.

The guardians of Chris seemed to be also shocked, but they quickly encircled Kaelyn and her friend.

From the torn space slowly Chris came out, although his pace was a bit slow, it seemed nothing else didn’t have happened.

His expression, however... was twisted with rage.

"You bitch! How dare you! Kill her!" Chris seemed to fully snap and lose his mind and order his guards to kill.

The sudden change of events shocked everyone, as it was beyond their expectation, and a battle like this can be dangerous, but nobody came to stop it.

Apollo’s expression grew serious.

Unlike the others, he had some understanding of what had just occurred. Within the elf who attacked... he had sensed that same strange, hidden power.

And as he had guessed, it had something to do with emotions, as the mysterious power within Chris and the female elf seemed to increase many times and they seemed to lose their minds and ability to judge.