Strength and Talent

Midas blinked a few times, almost getting the urge to look around as he heard this bullshit. A cute little centipede wanted him to kneel to it? How fucking adorable!

Best believe this centipede was not cute, as it was hairy and even had fluids coming from its mouth. It was certainly not little as it had a body of a size even larger than Midas himself. And it was not adorable because it was a ruthless killing machine.

And yet the centipede was unequivocally a Mortal Realm existence, according to Midas' senses. It was weak and therefore Midas had the right to disrespect it however he wished. So what if it could speak? If it was weak, whether it could speak or shit gold out of its ass, it would still be playdough in Midas' hands.

And Midas was a bit bored. He looked forward to dissecting this guy and learning what made him tick.

The centipede seemed offended by Midas and his group's confused indifference and spoke again. `You No Kneel… You … Fight?`