I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1406 - 1410: Come and Split the Spoils, Everyone
"What is that thing?" Everyone stared at the more than a thousand war machines, their eyes filled with fear. None of them had seen such terrifying combat machines before.
The Sacred Metaphor members trained by the Hand of God Association were no match for these war machines!
They originally thought they could easily handle Zhang Menglong, but it turned out they were the clowns themselves!
"Sacred Metaphor? More like 'Shoddy Metaphor'! Not a single one can fight!" Zhang Menglong was even a little regretful, given that training these people consumed a large amount of Time Coins. If that money were saved and given to him, wouldn't it be delightful?
"Whoosh!" A laser beam struck the ground beside a Level Five member who was planning to sneak away. "This is just a warning. If anyone else tries to run, the next shot will be aimed at your heads."
Everyone instantly froze like statues, not daring to move. They couldn't believe they were actually surrounded by Zhang Menglong alone.
"This absolutely isn't technology from our world!"
"Could it be people from another world?"
"What is his purpose? To invade our world? It can't just be for money, right?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
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A few members whispered to each other.
If you say he's after this world, his machine army could sweep through the entire world. Why come here to gamble for money?
But if it's just money he wants, Time Coins are only useful in this world, only suitable for this world's World Force.
"Stop discussing, I'm just after money, I'm not interested in your broken world," Zhang Menglong urged. "What are you standing around for? Get the money! Don't you all want money over life?"
"Sigh..."
"What can we do? Just give it..."
In this world, there is no such thing as social violence institutions. Even if there were, the Time Bank and their Hand of God Association are the biggest violent institutions. If they are helpless, who else can help them?
Large amounts of Time Coins started flowing toward Zhang Menglong.
Lower-level members had hundreds to thousands of teras, while higher-level members had tens of peta. This entire Hand of God Association was wealthier than Zhang Menglong had imagined.
"I was civilly gambling with you all, and you insisted on playing rough. Aren't you just asking for it?" Zhang Menglong cursed as he counted the money.
12,000 members, and everyone completed the transfer. Zhang Menglong's Time Coin card showed a total asset of over 15,000 peta, which is 1.2 exa; it was the first time Zhang Menglong had encountered such a huge counting unit—it's beyond astronomical numbers.
"Is that all?" Zhang Menglong looked at everyone with a threatening gaze.
"That's it, it's all here."
The members' mental states collapsed. They didn't know how many years it took to accumulate such a fortune, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
If they were participating in a transition and lost everything, they might grudgingly accept it, as they're psychologically prepared each time.
But this time, they were robbed. Isn't that infuriating?
"Really, is that all?" Zhang Menglong looked at everyone and said.
Those under Zhang Menglong's gaze nearly had their backs soaked through.
Of course, they couldn't hand over all their Time Coins. They needed to leave some means of escape for themselves, right? The Life Force they carried was enormous, ranging from a few tera-years to a few hundred tera-years.
However, there is currently no method to directly see how much Life Force a person has, so they all clung to a sliver of hope.
"Do you think I can't tell?" Zhang Menglong rolled his eyes. "You, the fat guy, stop hiding in the back, I'm talking about you. The 1,500 tera-years of Life Force on you, do you think I'm stupid or blind?"
"And you, President, right? You left 200 peta on you, I saw it all!"
"And you few, you hid a few peta too!"
Zhang Menglong exposed their financial tricks one by one, and everyone's faces turned as if they had eaten something foul.
Machines can detect how much Life Force a person has, but there are also ways to hide it. People of their status naturally have means to conceal themselves, but they never expected to escape Zhang Menglong's eyes.
"I see you all are quite aged; living too long really isn't interesting," Zhang Menglong said. "I used to think about living until seventy or eighty, then suddenly dying in my sleep. Do you think dying of old age is meaningful?"
"Here's the deal," Zhang Menglong said, "I won't be so ruthless. Each of you leaves yourself 20 million Year Coins; consider it my gift for your retirement and burial. Hand over the rest!"
"Twenty million?"
Twenty million Year Coins sounds like a lot. On Earth, that amount is an unimaginable Life Force, but for them, daily living expenses are astronomical numbers. How can 20 million be enough?
"Mr. Gambler... isn't this a bit harsh? Can't you let us keep a little more?"
"I'm not negotiating with you; I'm ordering you!" Zhang Menglong reiterated. Of course, you can choose not to cooperate, but then your families will enjoy a free meal.
The members gritted their teeth as they looked at Zhang Menglong, but there was truly nothing they could do. They were like fish on the chopping board; what choices did they have?
Besides, this is only part of their assets. Many had long since invested in other properties. Even if they lost this part, it's not life-threatening. At worst, they'd slightly lower their living standards to get by.
Once they figured this out, they accepted their fate.
Over 12,000 people, and Zhang Menglong managed to squeeze out nearly 1,000 peta more. These people were incredibly rich.
After a series of plundering, Zhang Menglong had pocketed a fortune. Although the grand Hand of God Association hall remained, everyone knew that from then on, the Hand of God Association as an organization ceased to exist.
Not just because they were out of money, but also because the Sacred Metaphor now consisted only of a group of half-dead cripples. Even if they rehoused and regrouped, they could at best be considered a second-rate or even third-rate organization.
"This is what we agreed on, 10% of the assets!" Zhang Menglong kept his promise, handing over 1,600 peta Year Coins to Leo.
Happiness came so suddenly that he was at a loss.
With just this amount, he could almost stand on equal footing with the former president of the council of the Hand of God Association. Even if the Hand of God Association no longer existed, he could establish his power, although not as grand as the former Hand of God Association, certainly a first-rate force.
"Aubi, there's a share for you too!"
"Brother Zhang, I don't need so much. I can't even spend it all." Aubi wasn't ambitious; he just wanted to live a bit more freely, eat and drink every day, gamble a little when bored. Peaceful living mattered!
"Alright, I'll leave you with 1 peta!" Zhang Menglong figured Aubi's concept of peaceful living was at this level.
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"Well, thank you all for the generosity, I'm taking my leave now!" Zhang Menglong and Leo boarded the ship and waved to the thousands of unfortunate ones.
Zhang Menglong immediately opened the communication channel set up by the Challenger.
In just a few days, a lot had happened.
Most people didn't have Zhang Menglong's tricks. As mighty as they are as Main God, they found themselves bullied by ordinary people.
Some unfortunates even got struck by lightning and perished already.
In just a few days, of the tens of millions of people, two to three hundred thousand had died.
Some were even running out of Time Coins and, without quick replenishment, were in a dying stage.
After all, once their bodies reverted to being ordinary people, they couldn't escape the needs of eating, drinking, and all bodily functions. These needs cost money.
"Everyone," Zhang Menglong broadcast, "gather at our starting point in three days. I robbed a bunch of wealthy people, come join the loot sharing!"
