Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 434: New Plan
[South Pole.]
"Look here."
The First Commandment placed her gloved finger on the pulsing red dot on the floating scroll. The light from the scroll reflected in her eyes, cold and calculating.
"This location is known as the End of the World...!" She exclaimed, the weight of the name hanging in the freezing air.
"You mean that whirlpool at the center of the sea?" Night Ghost asked in disbelief. He knew the geography of his world, but that specific zone was a maritime legend, a place where ships vanished and storms never ceased.
"This is your world, and you don’t even know about this place? It seems the Summoner Force makes sure to keep this a secret," she said with a sneer. She turned to her group, her demeanor shifting from arrogant to strictly tactical.
"Change of plans... Spirit, Mana, and Primordial energies don’t work in that zone. The moment we pass through that whirlpool, we will lose it all."
"You mean everyone who has these energies will become powerless?" Patricia asked in shock, her face paling even further.
The implication was terrifying. They were SS-Rank and SSS-Rank calamities, walking gods among men. Their bodies were reinforced by mana, their weapons summoned from the void. Without mana, they wouldn’t just be weak; they would be mortal. Vulnerable. Normal.
"It seems you guys are on your own in this. If we follow you, we will only get killed in there," Executioner shrugged, looking at his dagger.
The First Commandment narrowed her eyes at them. She knew it would be suicidal for standard Summoners to follow.
’Well, at least they won’t get in my way,’ she thought. She reached up and put on her mask, hiding her face once more. The other nine followed her action, their expressions vanishing behind the sleek black surfaces.
"Ok. Night Ghost, take your members back to the city. I am sure you can complete your task."
"What about our plan?" Night Ghost asked with a raised eyebrow. They had decided to help one another, a pact of blood and mutual benefit, but this geographical hazard changed everything.
With the map revealing a Dead Zone, Night Ghost theoretically couldn’t help, and the Commandments had no reason to lend him half their strength if he wasn’t contributing.
"You are right... It seems we will go separate ways from now. You will destroy the city, while we will hunt down the Beast." The First Commandment took the scroll, rolling it up.
"I am sure this is useless to you, right?" She asked, and added, "Is it ok for me to hold on to it?"
Night Ghost narrowed his single visible eye. He exhaled, his mind racing. He couldn’t let them go alone. The Beast was too valuable, and he had his own secrets.
"Don’t worry so much. The two members behind me will return to the city to carry out the plan, I will come with you."
"Huh?"
"...?!"
Everyone was stunned by his words. Going into a mana-dead zone voluntarily was madness for a Summoner.
"What, you don’t want me to come along?" Night Ghost asked with a suspicious frown, his voice low.
"That’s not it. I told you your energy will be useless there, why take this risk?" She asked, staring at him, trying to read the intent behind his mask.
"You don’t have to worry about me..." Night Ghost spread his hands wide, an air of confidence surrounding him. "So our deal still stands... You send half your strength to the city to support my members, and I will come with you." He said.
"Nope... I will be sending only three." The First Commandment raised three fingers, cutting the offer down.
"Your assistant has dropped, so our support will also drop. Besides, we don’t know what’s waiting for us in there. Having more powerful members is good, don’t you think so?"
Night Ghost stared at her for several seconds. He knew she was right; she needed her sisters for the Dead Zone more than he needed them for the city. He covered the mask on his face with his hand and chuckled lightly.
"Fine by me."
’Go with it for now. I need to see this Beast. Even without mana, I have that...’ he thought.
"Good then... It will take us one week, thanks to our powers, so get ready."
"Yes."
Night Ghost turned around and walked back to his group.
"Boss, are we going to trust those guys?" Executioner asked with a frown, leaning in close.
"We don’t have a choice... You guys need to watch your back in the city. I am having a bad feeling about all this," he said, staring over his shoulder at the Ten Commandments, who stood calmly like statues in the snow.
"So that’s the plan? Follow them and attack the city?" Executioner asked, staring at Night Ghost.
Night Ghost nodded his head. "Execute the order."
"We are ready," the First Commandment said, causing the group to turn towards her.
They watched as three of the Commandments walked across the ice towards Executioner and Patricia. Night Ghost nodded at his two subordinates, a silent goodbye, and walked towards the First Commandment’s group.
"This is where we depart, I wish you all good luck," the First Commandment said.
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
SNAP!
The space warped violently. Reality folded in on itself, and the two groups vanished from the South Pole. Instantly, the massive dragons shattered into smoke, their mana tethers severed by the teleportation.
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[City X — Ten Commandments’ Main Headquarters]
The scene was a portrait of annihilation.
Debris was all over the place. What was once a majestic stronghold was now a graveyard of concrete and steel. Buildings were destroyed, their skeletons reaching for the sky, and corpses were scattered everywhere—loyalists who had refused to bow to the new order.
At the center of a roofless, destroyed hall, three figures stood amidst the carnage.
Madurai, Angelina, and Denton.
They stood with cruel smirks on their faces, the dust of the battle settling on their clothes. Behind them, looming like nightmares brought to life, were five Legendary Summons:
A massive Black Ape with fists like boulders; a poisonous Red Viper coiled and hissing; a Spike Rhino with armor plating thick enough to stop a tank; an Eight-Legged Black Widow Spider dripping acidic venom; and a White Hawk perched high, scanning for survivors.
Their combined gazes were fixed on a single, broken figure.
Zama.
The loyal commander was on his knees, blood pooling around him. He had lost both hands in the skirmish, cauterized stumps where his palms used to be, yet he was still holding on to his consciousness through sheer will.
"You bastards! Do you know what you have done!" Zama hissed out, his voice trembling with pain and rage.
"What we have done? We simply got rid of the waste," Madurai said with a smirk, stepping forward.
He stretched his hand towards Zama, mana gathering in his palm.
"Time to die."
