Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 336: How Dare You?!!!!!
Perran shakily leveraged himself to his feet from the newly formed chasm, every fiber of his being protesting the movement. A deep, jagged wound marred his chest, black, viscous blood flowed ceaselessly from the tear.
"Cough!!" He spat a mouthful of gore. His eyes, now cold and sharp with pain, scanned the other side of the apocalyptic battlefield, settling on Sunny.
God Wolf was also on his knees, staggering back to a semblance of coherence. His Jörmungandr form was gone, his body reverted to his normal state, but his right arm was a pulverized mess, limp and shattered. Injuries riddled his frame, and pure exhaustion weighted his soul. He wanted nothing more than the oblivion of sleep, but the sight of the bleeding, unbowed Perran kept his mind agonizingly lucid.
BOOM!
A massive chunk of bedrock groaned and fell into the widening abyss between them. The two opponents stared at each other, acknowledging the devastating consequence of their clash—the splintering space, the trembling earth—yet entirely focused on the other.
"Even taking such a suicidal force, you are still standing," Perran rasped, coughing again. The admission of Sunny’s tenacity was begrudging, yet genuine. "Though you’re back to your true, pathetic self, you’re still alive. A miracle, little wolf."
Sunny held his ground, his face pale and smeared with crimson. He managed a brittle chuckle. "You ask me, ’You will kill everyone here, for what?’" He fixed his blood-red eyes on Perran, his voice weak but unwavering.
"Why would I kill so many people? Of course, I am not you."
He leaned into the fractured truth of their battle. "You are strong, Perran, truly... But do you honestly believe a Sixth-Order can utterly destroy the Upper World? No. You are the one who shattered this world. I was just holding your attack back, forcing your power to collide with itself."
Perran’s arrogant frown deepened, then fractured into sharp, maniacal laughter. "Hahaha... I so want to kill you! Such insolence!" He pointed a finger, thick with destructive malice, at the weakened Sunny.
"You are already at your last breath, God Wolf. Even with ten percent of my remaining Spirit Energy—which is more than enough to destroy a thousand worlds—I can kill you now." Dark, chaotic energy coalesced at his fingertip, humming with lethal finality.
"I dare you to try it!"
"....?!!"
Perran blinked, the killing intent freezing in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at Sunny anymore. He was staring at a silver-haired woman who had appeared, standing protectively in front of the collapsed warrior. Her eyes, usually warm and soft, were now a horrifying storm of pure, unfettered rage. Perran, the Child of Destruction, was momentarily dumbfounded by the sheer, cold violence radiating from her.
".....?!!!"
Sunny was instantly flooded with horror, the pain in his body forgotten.
’Josephine!’
He stared at his pregnant wife, standing as a shield between him and the strongest being he had ever faced. He was both horrified by her reckless presence and profoundly touched by her ultimate sacrifice. She knew this was suicide, yet she stood there.
"You must be Josephine..." Perran sneered, recovering quickly. He was irritated by the interruption. "Sorry, I don’t have time for familial drama. You can die with him and save me the trouble of bringing you to my mother."
Perran focused his entire remaining power into the dark energy on his finger, unleashing a concentrated, devastating beam towards the woman.
"No!!" Sunny screamed, trying to lunge, but his energy reserves were completely dry, his body too broken. He fell forward onto the broken ground, helpless.
"How... Dare... You...!!!"
Josephine muttered each word, her voice low, trembling not with fear, but with an explosive, cosmic bloodlust. She fixed her gaze on the incoming beam—a river of darkness that annihilated everything in its path, carving deep, smoking cracks into the earth as it raced toward them.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!!"
The scream that tore from her throat was not human. It was the sound of a universe rejecting its laws. Four distinct, powerful energy signatures burst from her body, shooting into the bruised sky with such chaotic force that the already fractured space was utterly demolished, tearing open direct, uncloaked rifts into the terrifying Void beyond.
"This—?!" Perran gasped, his eyes widening in pure disbelief. That level of power was not of the Upper World.
WHOOSH!!!
Josephine moved. She didn’t dodge the beam; she shot into it like a missile launched from a galactic cannon, punching straight through the center of the annihilating darkness, suffering no damage.
"This—?!"
Perran was genuinely horrified. She appeared before him in a microsecond, having transcended the fractured space, and sent a punch infused with all her primordial rage and the concentrated surge of four alien energies.
BAM!!!!!!
The punch landed not on his armor, but squarely on Perran’s jaw. The impact was not just physical; it was conceptual. The force shattered his internal protections, throwing the Child of Destruction miles backward. He tumbled through the air, creating a skipping, two-hundred-mile-long trench before finally skidding to a halt.
"Such strength!" He vomited a geyser of black blood. He was still a Ninth-Order powerhouse—a living weapon born from a Supreme God—but the force in Josephine’s strike was numerically, conceptually stronger than a Tenth-Order being. It was a force that defied his understanding of the universe.
"How the hell is this possible?!" he grumbled, his broken bones grinding as he slowly pulled himself to his feet.
He didn’t get a chance to recover. Josephine was instantly before him, hovering, her collective energies burning the surrounding atmosphere and subtly rewriting the gravitational laws of the air with every passing second.
"You—?!"
BAM!!!!
Another punch. Perran vomited another sickening mouthful of blood, flying backward once more. While he was still airborne, Josephine appeared before him again, a silver and black blur, and released a series of rapid-fire strikes that hammered the air out of his lungs and shattered his remaining ribs.
"Die!!!!" she screamed, her voice distorted by power, and she delivered a final, devastating blow.
BOOOOOM!!!!!
Perran smashed into the earth with the force of an extinction-level meteor, creating a massive, perfectly formed crater.
Cough!
He lay there, utterly defeated. Every bone felt broken, his strength completely drained, clinging to the barest thread of his essence to avoid absolute oblivion.
’How can a mere Third-Order mortal have the latent strength that bypasses the Tenth-Order?!!’ he thought, his terror absolute. He stared up at Josephine, who hovered above the smoking pit. Her silver hair glowed with blinding light, now streaked visibly with thin, terrifying strands of pure, consuming black. Her golden gaze, directed straight at him, was so saturated with destructive intent that Perran, the destroyer of worlds, was filled with bone-chilling terror.
’Am I truly going to die here, in this insignificant, backwater world?’
Sunny knelt on his original spot, frozen. His disbelief and surprise had transformed into absolute shock. He stared at his wife, the mother of his children, like she was a monster—a being whose power dwarfed even his full, catastrophic strength. He realized, horrifyingly, that he wouldn’t last a second under the pressure she was releasing.
Thousands of miles away, the surviving elders and observers were paralyzed, their faces pale with existential dread. Even in the collapsing Human Capital, citizens stopped running, their eyes wide with terror, feeling the raw, world-spanning pressure.
"Today, Perran! You will die!" Josephine’s voice was amplified by the energies surrounding her, reverberating across the entire Upper World, reaching every living creature’s mind, sending agonizing chills down their spines.
"No he won’t!!"
A new voice, strained and desperate, cut through the cosmic threat. Aril landed with a frantic thud in front of the crater, placing herself between Josephine and the defeated Perran.
"Nothing will happen to you, Young Master!!"
She quickly produced a perfectly spherical, obsidian-black orb—the emergency egress token Lilith had given her. She slammed the Orb to the ground, intending to instantly breach the Upper World barrier and teleport them both to the safety of the Supreme World.
But to her horror, nothing happened.
"What the?!" Aril shrieked, the Orb lying shattered and inert on the scorched earth. The collective power of Josephine had effectively sealed the realm from all external, higher-dimensional teleportation. They were trapped.
