Klaus only needed a moment to grasp the whispering beast's main intentions and how its domain works.

In the vast, ever-changing universe, there are many domains with specific requirements that must be met for them to grow and keep evolving until they become law.

Klaus had encountered many beings with such domains.

He himself had cultivated such a domain in his 7th incarnation, one that required him to always be on the battlefield.

So the moment he approached the vale mist, he knew the whispering beast was cultivating a domain that demands it devour beings with intelligence until it evolves.

This also made him realise just how dangerous this mission is. The beast, according to his calculation, is no doubt an Empyrean stage beast; however, its domain is nearing the rank that the domain of an immortal should be.

Naturally, that is not something Empyrean stage warriors without powerful mental strength can handle. He knew even if an Early Immortal came, the chances of them falling prey to the whispering beast's domain were high.

Of course, if that had happened, the vile abominable creature would have long reached the immortal stage, making it even more powerful.

In fact, half of the planet would long have been devoured by it already. Thankfully, the planet isn't that rich, so they could only afford F-rank to C-rank hunters.

They may not have realised it, but their lack of funds to post an Epic Rank Mission might have just saved them from disaster.

However, now that Klaus is here and has even figured out the insatiable nature of the vile domain, he knows the right medicine to feed it.

So as more clone versions of himself populated the domain, the whispering beast started to feel the strain.

The domain is the kind that devours anything that enters, so naturally, it was devouring the illusion clones of Klaus, and as such, it started using more energy and gaining none.

"Go ahead, devour as much as you can. I have more where they came from," Klaus laughed, his voice echoing beyond the boundaries of the vile domain.

As the minutes passed, the vale mist started to thin. Of course, it isn't a sight to be happy about, since as it thins, it also spreads farther from where it was supposed to be.

However, while this was not something to celebrate, the constant quakes deep within the mist keep telling the Virelians that something is happening deep inside the vile domain.

This was the first time something like this had happened since they posted the mission, so they are happy and expectant to learn of the outcome.

The clone is not helping them satiate their curiosities since all it knew how to do was hum foreign songs that, while unfamiliar to them, sounded rather pleasant.

Deep inside the mist, as Klaus moved deeper, he finally picked up a trace of the whispering beast.

This made him happy and, in a way, made him quickly follow the tracks the whispering beast had left. It took some minutes, but soon, he arrived in a clearing where there was no brown mist.

That was where he set his sight on the whispering beast... or so he thought.

The whispering beast described by the hunters and a few Virelians said it is a colossal amalgamation of body parts and streaks of eyes that seem to stare deep into the soul.

However, the monstrosity Klaus is staring at is no colossus, it has no thousands of eyes, nor does it have severed and surgically attached limbs.

The beast standing 100 meters from him is a man with red eyes, brown skin, and a pair of grey horns on his forehead.

The bastard is a being from Planet Bimix, the same planet trying to sign the contract with the Virelians. Naturally, that calls for some much-needed intervention.

"So it turned out you were a pawn deployed by your people to sell the desperation of the Virelians, huh?" Looking at his pale face, Klaus could tell he had already done a number on him.

"Makes me wonder just what your people found on this planet that demanded these extreme measures just to push them to the corner."

The whispering beast turned out to be a Bimixian known as Colt. He excels at illusion and mind control, two of the most dangerous combos even immortals fall prey to.

"Who are you, and how did you counter my domain?" Colt asked, his pale expression betraying the fury in his eyes.

The thousands of illusion clones Klaus has released are still eating away at his energy, and since he risks exposing himself and his people if he lowers his domain, he wants to engage in a conversation with Klaus.

It was also a way for him to activate his backup plan.

Naturally, Klaus had already seen through him from the moment Colt asked the question.

"No need to play mind games with me, Colt. I know your name, age, date of birth, and even your bank account number. Let's not forget I know your mom's and dad's name and know they would be disappointed when they find out what their no-good son had done to the poor people of Planet Virel."

Klaus walked forward, closing the distance between them to only 4 meters.

"And by the way, my name is Klaus, a D-rank hunter. And for your question about how I countered your illusion, I merely fed it poison."

Klaus laughed, making Colt wince in pain as he felt his domain coming undone. He had reached his limit, and what could have been a win for him had now become his doom.

He sought to devour, yet his insatiable hunger had brought his doom.

"Though I have to ask, why go the extra mile just to enslave this planet in that gory contract?"

Colt had no plans to answer Klaus, since he knew that learning why his people sent him to Planet Virel would alert the people of Virel to never sign a contract with them.

"Loyal, I see." Klaus laughed.

"Too bad I have more than enough mind to kill you while reading your memories."

"Maud"

The gothic death lady appeared and clapped her hands together... "Death's Denial".

In an instant, the poison pill Colt bit and swallowed failed to kill him simply because at that moment, death had denied him. Even if he stabbed himself through the heart, he wouldn't die.

However, the poison weakened him to the point that he couldn't even raise his own finger or even blink.

"Well then... the devil's work it is."

With horror in his eyes, Colt could only watch as Klaus walked toward him and pressed his finger against his forehead.

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