I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

"Haha! This must be Tyrion. I'm Draven."

Draven approached Tyrion with a gentle smile. Aelira's expression slightly changed as she saw him shift his attention towards Tyrion.

"So, you're Senior Draven."

Tyrion glanced at Aelira and noticed the changes in her face. However, he showed a light smile and nodded his head politely. So, this guy was ranked 4th in the Myth ranking, Draven. An influential figure of the Death Gate Academy.

"I won't beat around the bush." Draven showed a full smile and politely said, "I wish to join Aelira's team on this mission. I believe Junior Tyrion has a spot. I hope Junior Tyrion could let me have it. I'd definitely repay you greatly for this favor."

Tyrion frowned. Draven had indeed targeted him for the position.

Draven smiled again when he saw Tyrion furrow his brows. "Tyrion, I'm well aware that this mission has a reward of 1,500,000 Death points. You can rest assured. If this mission is successful, I'll share half of the Death points with you. That way, you'd be able to obtain 750,000 Death points without having to do anything. I believe that's not a bad deal, right?"

"How generous."

Tyrion inwardly smiled. Draven really seemed to want this spot. Too bad. Tyrion absent-mindedly looked at the lake, but in reality, he was paying attention to the sisters. He could tell that Aelira couldn't stand Draven. It'd be inappropriate for him to give the spot to him.

"I apologize, Senior  Draven. This spot was given to me by Senior  Aelira and I do not possess the rights to give it to someone else. If Senior Draven can convince Senior Aelira, then I can give it to you without any conditions. I have no need for that half of the Death points." Tyrion lightly smiled.

Tyrion hadn't been very polite about it, he'd blatantly refused the request without leaving Draven with any face, and he'd thrown the issue back at Aelira. But with Aelira's personality, Draven definitely wasn't getting that spot.

"Cunning." Aelira's lips slightly curved uprwards. Her charming eyes glanced at Tyrion, filled with an extremely charming smile.

Of course, Draven could tell that Tyrion was only giving excuses. Although Draven had smile on his face, his eyes flashed with a chill deep down. "Tyrion should give me some face. In the future, if you need any help in the Death Gate Academy, I'll definitely do my best to help you."

Tyrion lightly shook his head while keeping his attention. He could sense the darkness deep within Draven's eyes. Then, he understood why Aelira didn't like him. This person's scheming heart ran deep. Even though he seemed easy to get along with, he actually had a rather dark character. He wasn't someone who was easy to deal with.

Draven's smile disappeared a bit at Tyrion's continued rejection. However, he was still courteous as ever. He didn't flare as he replied, "If that's the case, it seems like I was being pushy."

Draven turned back to Aelira and said, "Aelira, I will not go this time around. I hope that you all will return safely. If there's a chance next time, please inform me. With me around, I'll definitely be able to protect you."

His facial features were excellent and rather charming when he cared to be gentle. However, none of them were fooled. Of course, they wouldn't fall for his theatrics.

Aelira lightly nodded but said nothing.

"Then, I'll take my leave first."

Draven smiled towards Aelira and gave a meaningful look at Tyrion before leaving.

Tyrion looked into Draven's slightly dark eyes and lightly shook his head. It seemed like he'd offended someone, again.

"An unexpected calamity has descended from the heavens." Tyrion said helplessly as he sighed.

Aelira mouth curled, "I was worried that you might let him have the spot. But with your strength, you wouldn't lose too badly."

"Senior Aelira, Draven is much stronger than me. If he went, then the success rate of this mission would be increased by many folds. Why did you reject him? Furthermore, he seems to be interested in you, as well."

"In the Death Gate Academy, there are way many people who are fond of my sister. Should she accept them all?" Lara snorted.

"At least there aren't many who can compare to Draven." Tyrion smiled.

Aelira lightly shook her head and lightly replied, "Even though this is a demonic academy, Draven's scheming runs too deep. Unlike the straightforward nature of our academy. I don't like it. That kind of person isn't suitable as a trustable companion."

"Then, it sounds like I'm worth trusting," Tyrion smiled.

Aelira laughed and gently said, "You're still under observation. As for trust, we'll have to see."

Tyrion laughed and said no more. Then, he waved his hand and left.

In a coffee shop outside the island, Draven's face was cold as he watched Tyrion flying overhead. His eyes were filled with a chill and darkness.

"Boss, that Aelira didn't let you join the mission?"

The voice came from a skinny youth next to Draven. "That woman really doesn't know how to be tactful. With boss' help, what kind of mission wouldn't be easy? But boss, that Myth rank mission wasn't terribly uncommon. I heard that it's just a Sacred dimensional relics hunting mission. Just an ordinary Sacred dimensional relics."

"What do you know?!"

Draven waved his sleeves and coldly barked, "Aelira's mission is in the Prime Draconis Ridge. Even though the mission's description only mentioned "a  Sacred dimensional relics", I've secretly checked. A few hundred years ago, there was a pinnacle expert who appeared in the Prime Draconis Ridge. His name was Overlord White Dragon Spectral. He also fell in the Prime Draconis Ridge.

However, his gravesite has never been found. With the Sacred dimensional relics appearing now, there's a possibility that it was left behind by this Overlord White Dragon Spectral."

"Wouldn't that be a Overlord Sacred dimensional relics then?!" The skinny youth was shocked.

A Sacred dimensional relics of this level wasn't ordinary; it'd be enough to to make many forces drool. It was far from being a Low Grade Myth rank mission.

Draven sneered and directed his gaze back to the lake. In his eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness.

"If it really is a Overlord Sacred dimensional relics, then Aelira's team isn't going to have it easy. I'll see how many of them can come back alive! Hmph! Not knowing how to appreciate favors!"

...

The next morning

Tyrion was prepared to leave.

Tyrion exited his mansion and reached the meters of the the Elite Legend  mountain. There, a taxi was waiting for him.

"Tyrion?"

The student within the taxi spoke in a respectful tone.

Tyrion nodded is head and the car door popped open. Without hesitation, he entered and was driving outside the gates of the academy under thirty minutes.

He came down from the vehicle and walked to a near by restenergy ripplent, and by passing the countless students and customers in his way.

When he got to the location sent to him, he noticed that there were two strangers present, aside from Aelira and Lara.

A man and a woman. The man had a towering, ape-like figure, and emitted a sense of barbaric oppression. He had a thick brow and a stern face that held a straightforward smile, entirely different from Draven's. Even Tyrion had a feeling that he liked the guy, just by seeing him.

The woman wore tight-fitting . She had a tall build and was rather well-developed. The outfit exaggerated her sexy curves â€" anyone would be dizzy just from looking at her. Tyrion shifted his line of sight upwards and met an icy face. Her long, naturally curly hair gave her a rather charming air, but the effect was lost in her ice-cold expression.

In terms of demeanor, she was probably less than Aelira. But with her fiery figure gave her the capital to compete against Aelira.

Upon seeing them, Tyrion understood what was going on. They must be the remaining two companions for this mission. Michael and Nyxa.

When Aelira saw that Tyrion had arrived, she lightly smiled, motioned towards the other two companions, and introduced them. Indeed, they were exactly the ones Tyrion had predicted.

Finally, Aelira motioned towards Tyrion and introduced him to the other two. "This is our last companion, Tyrion. Even though he's just a freshman, he can't be underestimated."

When Michael heard that name, he immediately looked back at Tyrion. A strange look also flashed across Nyxa's icy face as she looked to him.

"Haha, you must be that Tyrion that took on the ambush from the Spectral sentinels! I never expected someone who looks so weak and feeble would be able to attain such a manly achievement." Michael laughed. His voice was loud like thunder as it resounded near Tyrion's ears.

Tyrion smiled softly.

"Since Aelira invited you, you must have some strength. We're all in this together. I hope we can attain mutual trust and help each other." Michael said with a straightforward laugh.

"Then, I'll have to trouble Senior Michael to take care of me." Tyrion laughed. He'd developed a good impression of this loud and robust man. He could sense that this Michael before him definitely wasn't weak. He's much stronger than the usual Demonic Fighter Late Phase expert.