Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

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The air inside the facility was thick, the atmosphere a surreal mix of unease and hostility. The passageway leading Axel and his group felt strangely oppressive, as if the very walls were closing in with each step they took. The muted hum of the lighting and the low murmur of voices around them only added to the tension, each sound heightening their sense of impending conflict.

They moved through the *Hunters' Passway*, a designated route for high-ranking hunters to take their reserved seats, where they could observe the second binding. Yet even this supposedly safe path felt like a gauntlet. The glances from other hunters—half curious, half predatory—followed them like shadows.

As they passed by a particularly rowdy group of hunters, trouble stirred.

Without warning, Loki was struck. The blow landed with a dull thud against his gut, but it barely left a mark. He staggered back slightly, his face contorting in surprise more than pain. The attacker—a large A-rank hunter—smirked smugly as he took a step forward, puffing out his chest as though to mock the S-rank hunters that flanked Loki.

"You call that an attack?" Loki's eyes darkened, but he remained calm, brushing the front of his jacket where the blow had landed. Axel, standing just behind him, instinctively tensed, his fingers twitching with the urge to cast his ability—perhaps a nightmare spell to reduce the aggressor to a quivering mess. But Axel hesitated. *Waste of mana*.

Thor, however, wasn't nearly as patient.

"That's it," Thor growled, stepping forward like a coiled storm ready to break. His hand clenched around the hilt of his hammer, the very air around him crackling with restrained energy. "No one touches my brother and walks away unscathed."

Before Thor could advance further, Roman placed a firm hand on his chest, stopping him. "Thor, not here," Roman's voice was calm but laced with warning. "If you intervene, you'll cause more than just a scene. You'll level the whole damn place, and I'd rather not have to explain to the higher-ups why the facility's in ruins."

Thor reluctantly pulled back, though his eyes never left the A-rank hunter, whose arrogance had only grown in the face of the confrontation.

Loki squared off with the man, his expression cold and sharp, far more composed than his brother. "I don't care about your reasons for hitting me," Loki said in a measured tone. "I want to know who sent you."

The A-rank hunter—larger than Loki and standing over him with an obnoxious smirk—chuckled darkly. "Who sent me? No one, small fry-rank. I hit you because you looked frail—like someone begging to be messed with."

His words were cocky, his posture even more so. He clearly thought himself invincible, even standing before two of the most dangerous hunters in the world. But his overconfidence wasn't just laughable—it was dangerous.

Axel's brow furrowed as he observed the scene. *What kind of fool picks a fight with someone like Loki? This guy's stupidity matches his height. Not just that, but Thor and Trisha are here, popular S-rank hunters that will kill him I'm a blink.* Axel considered intervening, briefly contemplating whether to let this arrogant fool experience the weight of his nightmares. *No,* he decided. *Not worth it.*

Loki remained unfazed. "You're an idiot," he said bluntly, folding his arms across his chest. "Not just for attacking me, but because you're clearly the type who was never born with anything—no talent, no strength. You were just unfortunate enough to be born a fool."

The words cut deep, far deeper than the A-rank hunter expected. His smug smile vanished, replaced by a snarl of anger. His fists clenched at his sides, and with a wild, reckless roar, he lunged at Loki, fist raised to strike.

But his punch never landed.

In one swift motion, another figure stepped between them, catching the hunter's wrist in midair with an iron grip. "That's enough, Gigyu," the newcomer said with an icy calm. "Just because you're backed by an S-rank doesn't give you the right to be disrespectful."

Gigyu, the A-rank hunter, blinked in surprise, his bravado deflating in an instant as he turned to face the man restraining him. The man was tall, lean but imposing, his presence radiating a dangerous aura. His hair was dark, slicked back, and his sharp eyes cut through the tension like a blade.

Axel's heart skipped a beat as he locked eyes with the newcomer. There was something about this man—something unsettlingly familiar.

The rest of the group noticed it too. Thor's face twisted in recognition, Roman's gaze sharpened, and even Trisha's normally calm expression faltered. But it wasn't just the man who held their attention—it was the woman standing just behind him. Her presence was more disturbing, her gaze cold and calculating as it flitted between Axel and his group.

Axel's mind raced. *Who are these two? Why do they feel so... familiar?*

The man released Gigyu with a sharp glance, sending him scurrying away without another word. As Gigyu disappeared into the facility, the man turned his attention fully to Axel, stepping forward with an outstretched hand.

"Long time no see," the man said, his voice dripping with false friendliness.

Axel stared at the man's hand, his mind churning. The handshake wasn't what unsettled him—it was the familiarity of this moment, the memories that tugged at the corners of his mind. But there was something off, something deeply unsettling about this entire encounter. Axel's gaze flickered from the man's hand to his face, then back again, before he finally spoke.

"I don't shake dirty hands," Axel said, his voice low and dangerous. "You might have money, but your hygiene is as rotten as your breath."

The man's smile faltered for just a moment, but he quickly recovered, letting out a short laugh as he withdrew his hand. "Always the joker, aren't you? Some things never change."

"I don't joke," Axel replied coldly. "And I don't deal with jesters."

The tension in the room was palpable now, every eye on the group as the air seemed to grow heavier. The woman behind the man stepped forward then, her eyes locking onto Axel with a look that sent a chill down his spine. Her smile was venomous, her voice soft but laced with malice. Experience exclusive tales on mvl

"So you don't remember your first girlfriend?" she asked, her tone mocking. "How unfortunate. You picked a girl with a larger ass and smaller breasts than me. Quite the downgrade."

Axel's breath hitched. The woman's voice, her demeanor, her presence—it all clicked into place. The recognition hit him like a freight train. His body tensed, his hands curling into fists at his sides as the memories flooded back.

His voice was cold and sharp as he spoke again, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "So... it's you. Williams... and Sarah?"

The two of them smiled, their expressions smug and satisfied.

Axel's head dipped slightly, his eyes darkening with murderous intent. "Well then," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "That saves me the time I needed to find you both and kill you."

He raised his gaze once more, fixing them with a look of pure, unfiltered rage. "I'll kill you for impregnating my sister."

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**Author's Note:**

After a hundred chapters, the trio finally reunite. Stay tuned for the next chapter!