Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 428: A God

"Huh?"

​Patricia and Executioner suddenly appeared, stumbling as if shoved through a door.

​"Weren’t we in battle at the border? How did we appear here?" Executioner asked, disoriented.

​"Big Brother!!!"

​Patricia screamed, seeing Night Ghost on his knees, his face a ruin of blood and meat.

​"This?!!" Executioner froze. He stared at the fallen leader, then at the smoking figure. "Is this...?"

​"Yes... He is the real master behind the Blood Tower Organization," Night Ghost rasped as Patricia rushed to help him stand.

​Marriott stared at the figure. Even as a clone, it was ten times stronger than him. And that Blood Tower in the sky was charging up something catastrophic.

​"Who really are you?" Marriott asked, bracing himself.

​"I am known as the Saint of Blood! Fighting me is useless. You can’t win," the Clone stated. He raised a single finger, pointing it at Marriott.

​"I don’t have time to spare with you... So one attack is all I need."

​"If you’re a clone, where is your real body?" Marriott shouted, channeling every ounce of mana he had left into a defensive stance.

​"That is none of your business."

​The Blood Tower pulsed with blinding light. A beam of concentrated red energy, thick as a skyscraper, descended from the heavens.

​"What the hell??!"

​BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

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[Present — Hidden Base]

​"That attack killed me..."

​The confession hung in the air, heavier than the silence that followed.

​"Killed you?"

​Jinx, Treasure, Destiny, Lucian, and even Marriott’s own family were stunned. They stared at the old patriarch, searching for a sign of senility, but found only absolute clarity in his eyes.

​"If it killed you, how are you still alive?" Lucian asked with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossed. To him, death was a binary state—you were either existing or erased. There was no middle ground.

​"That is where the God interfered." Marriott said. His eyes brightened, reflecting a reverence reserved for something far beyond the realm of Summoners—an omnipresent being beyond imagination.

​"He... Saved you?" Jinx was confused for a split second.

​Marriott nodded his head slowly.

​’Hmm... I know he has powers, but raising the dead back to life? That is beyond explanation,’ Jinx thought, her mind racing through the lore of the cosmos. Then, a memory surfaced. ’Wait.’

​She blinked, recalling a specific conversation with Sunny.

​’He told his family the laws in his control, and it seems Life and Death is among those laws.’ She slowly nodded her head, the pieces of the puzzle snapping into place. Her adoptive father wasn’t just a strong combatant; he was a rewriting of reality itself.

​She looked up at Marriott, her expression serious. "Please continue."

​"Yes." Marriott nodded, his gaze drifting back to that fateful day.

​"At that moment, I only felt a sensation all over my body, from the depth of my soul to my skin... When I woke up, I saw him standing in front of me. His glory and powers were so great that the dark figure’s energy was just dust compared to it."

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​[Seven Years Ago — The Ruins of City M]

​"AHH!!"

​Marriott gasped, a violent intake of breath that shouldn’t have been possible. He appeared back in the physical realm, on his knees in the center of the ruined city. His hand clenched the dirt below him, knuckles white, while cold sweat rolled down his face.

​"I thought... I thought I was killed?" He muttered, staring at his trembling hand. The memory of the red beam disintegrating him was vivid, yet here he was, flesh and bone.

​"Anyone recognized by me doesn’t die by the hands of enemies."

​The voice didn’t come from a specific direction; it resonated from the atmosphere itself. Marriott froze as a golden light shone all over the place, banishing the smoke and the red hue left by the Blood Tower.

​He blinked against the brilliance and raised his head to the sky. Descending from the heavens was a figure wreathed in blinding Golden Light.

​"This?" He was dumbfounded.

​The figure slowly landed. The moment his feet touched the ground, a miracle rippled outward. The dirt, the ash, and the debris moved aside as if sentient. From the scorched earth, a vibrant green field appeared, spreading from his feet, expanding continuously in a wave of restoration.

​".....?!!"

​Marriott was stunned. He slowly stood up, his legs shaking not from weakness, but from awe. Moving his gaze all over the place, he watched the impossible happen.

​Night turned to day in seconds. The shattered skyscrapers defied gravity, steel and glass reassembling themselves. The ruins unmade themselves. And then, the silence was broken—not by wind, but by breath. The souls lost in the war, thousands of civilians and summoners, were reconstructed from nothingness. They stood up, blinking, alive.

​"How, when, you?" He was so stunned, he couldn’t complete a full sentence.

​"I am known as the Ruler of Rulers..." Sunny said, staring at him. His golden eyes dug deep into Marriott’s soul, weighing the content of his character.

​’Ruler of Rulers? Who really is he? Having the powers to bring everyone back to life, he must be on a whole different level,’ Marriott thought, his heart pounding against his ribs.

​Sunny moved his gaze around the newly restored metropolis and nodded his head approvingly. "A good city... I like it."

​"Umm... My—"

​"Is that what you should say to your savior?" Sunny asked in a calm tone, turning his head to Marriott.

​The weight of that gaze was heavier than gravity. Hearing his words, Marriott instantly dropped to his knees and bowed his head, his forehead touching the lush grass.

​"Sorry for my insolence, God... I thank you for saving the city! For this, my life and body is at your command... My generations to come will serve you for eternity!! Until our family get wiped out, we will be at your command." He vowed, his voice thick with absolute devotion.

​’Oh, this is even better,’ Sunny thought. A small smile played on his lips.

​He stretched forth his hand towards Marriott.

​Space shimmered, and a circular Golden Mirror appeared, floating gently towards Marriott.

​"Your children and every newborn of your generation should drop a drop of their blood on it, and they will be bonded to me... Those who do this must follow my will and get complete control of power."

​He snapped his fingers, and another artifact—a Red Mirror—appeared beside the first.