Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 430: How Childish
[Three Days Later]
[The South Pole — The Frozen Wasteland]
The world here was a monochrome nightmare of white and grey. The wind howled like a banshee, carrying ice shards that could strip flesh from bone.
"Finally." Executioner exhaled, a cloud of steam escaping his lips.
He stared down at the solitary hut, almost buried in snow, sitting precariously on a jagged ice peak. He stood up, balancing on the head of his massive Red Dragon, a look of pure relief washing over his face.
’Finally, we can land. Three days straight without rest is tiring,’ he thought, his muscles aching from the constant strain of maintaining the thermal barrier around them.
Behind him, on the White Dragon, Patricia slumped slightly. Her complexion was pale, blending with the snow around her, but her eyes held a spark of gratitude.
’Thank goodness. We are here, I can finally slow down my mana. I have wasted enough to heal myself.’ Patricia held her chest, feeling the phantom throb of her missing finger and the lingering necrotic mana she had been suppressing for seventy-two hours.
She glanced at the broad back of Night Ghost. ’I don’t blame my brother, it was all my fault,’ she exhaled with a small, sad smile.
"It seems we arrived at our location." Night Ghost muttered.
He stood with his arms folded behind him as his Black Dragon slowed its descent. The beast’s wings beat against the gale, kicking up a storm of snow as it slowly landed on the surface of the peak.
The Red and White dragons followed suit, their claws digging into the permafrost with a deafening crunch. The three Ghosts jumped down, their boots hitting the ice.
"So what now? Should we rush in or what?" Executioner asked, staring at Night Ghost’s back, his hand drifting toward his weapon.
"If we rush in, he will simply take us as enemies," Patricia stated, her voice soft but firm. Her arms were crossed on her chest to conserve warmth.
"Yeah, you have a point." Executioner nodded, conceding to her logic.
"Take it slow." Night Ghost moved his gaze around the desolate landscape, sensing for traps. "Let’s welcome him."
At that exact moment, the air shimmered. The space opposite the hut shifted violently, warping like a heat haze in the freezing cold. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
zzzzzt!
Ten figures materialized from thin air. They were draped in heavy red cloaks that bled against the white background, their hands and bodies completely hidden within the folds of the fabric.
"Is this the place, First Commandment?" One asked, his face concealed by a sleek black mask.
"With the Intel gotten. It is the place." The figure standing at the apex of the V-formation nodded his head.
He stretched one hand out from his cloak towards the humble hut.
"I love fireworks."
WHOOSH!!
A concentrated beam of red light shot out from his palm. It didn’t look like mana; it looked like a tear in reality, heading towards the hut with full force.
On the other side of the peak, Night Ghost frowned. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the wave of the incoming attack—it was dense, heavy, and catastrophic.
"Something isn’t right. Move back!"
With his yell, the two followed his action, leaping backward instantly.
BOOOOM!!!!
The explosion was silent for a split second, then the sound caught up—a deafening roar that shattered the ice shelf.
"...?!"
"This?" Executioner was dumbfounded. He shielded his eyes from the debris, staring at the explosion before them, which had instantly shattered the hut into splinters.
TAP!
The three Ghosts landed on their feet, skidding to a halt right in front of their dragons. They stared at the burning remains of the hut, watching pieces of wood and ice rain down all over the place.
"Are those?"
Patricia was speechless. Her eyes widened as she stared at the ten people standing casually on the other side of the flames, unaffected by the destruction they had just caused.
"Those outfits... They are the Ten Commandments." Night Ghost said with gritted teeth, recognizing the organization.
"Oh well, it seems the Intel was wrong... But."
The First Commandment ignored the burning wreckage and fixed his gaze on the three figures opposite his group.
"You must be Night Ghost." He muttered.
He took a single step. Space seemed to fold beneath his foot, and he instantly bypassed the flames, appearing twenty yards from the three Ghosts. His team flickered and appeared behind him a second later.
"You?" Night Ghost was stunned by the speed.
"Don’t be so surprised, Night Ghost... We aren’t here for you." The First Commandment said in a calm tone, dismissing the threat of an SSS-Rank villain organization like they were insects.
"Are you crazy!! What if the Mountain King was in that hut?!!" Night Ghost snapped at him, his composure cracking.
"Please, I used only 5% of my strength... Besides, as the Mountain King, shouldn’t he have the strength to survive that attack?" He asked calmly, tilting his masked head.
Night Ghost was speechless. The arrogance was suffocating.
The First Commandment continued, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "I know your master, the Saint of Blood."
The three Ghosts froze.
"Not only that, I also know your Master’s Master, and his Master’s Master... These beings are far stronger than us. But will also show their respect to our master." He said.
"You?! What do you mean by that?!" Executioner asked with a frown, gripping his dagger handle.
"It’s simple..." The figure standing beside the First Commandment answered, stepping forward.
"Our Master is someone that even a Realm Ruler will show respect to... I won’t say our master is stronger than a Realm Ruler, but she is in that rank." He added.
"Realm Ruler? What is that?" Night Ghost asked in confusion. This was the first time he had heard of such a name. He thought the hierarchy ended at Originals or Gods.
"Look at you ignorant kids... You don’t even know such simple details. It seems you’re just useless pawns to your master." The figure standing behind said with a sneer.
The insult snapped the last thread of Executioner’s patience.
"How dare you called us pawns!! Fireball!!" Executioner yelled in rage.
With his words, the Mythical Red Dragon behind him roared. It opened its massive maw, the heat instantly vaporizing the snow around them, and shot out a massive fireball—a miniature sun—towards the one who spoke.
"How childish."
The figure didn’t even flinch. He simply raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
The laws of physics seemed to glitch. The massive fireball instantly vanished—erased completely out of existence without a sound, a trace of heat, or a puff of smoke.
"This?"
Night Ghost and his team were stunned, their eyes bulging in horror. Their strongest attack was deleted like a mistake on a drawing board.
