Lucius sighed as he made it out of the meeting room.
Sure, on the outside he looked like the same smug bastard who had just put his legs on the President's table and made half the world's strongest people twitch in their seats but inside?
Inside, he was drenched in sweat.
He wasn't some kind of fearless monster.
He wished he was.
But he was still, at his core, a regular reincarnator.
Sitting in a room with the world's most powerful figures while tossing around demands like a spoiled child spotting candy on a shelf?
That wasn't just nerve-wracking… it was downright suicidal.
But he pulled it off.
'All that is done,' he thought, rubbing his temples as he closed the door behind him. 'It might take time, but GRIMMAW's building will be moved to the capital. Vanessa will have that list of priority dungeon raids. We'll be eating well. And then my personal requests will be done as well.'
It was worth it.
