GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Chapter 1627: The Right Of The Strong.



That's what Legion thought when they entered the space. But then they paused, as if they had found something odd. Their anxious minds became confused. It was as if a cloud of

uncertainty had settled on their minds.

They asked themselves, "Is this real? Are we truly doing this?"

Soverick replied, "Something is odd, but maybe it is the peculiarity of this space."

Legion-1 accepted the explanation. "It is a special location that we don't fully understand, so it is expected that it would be peculiar."

Something about this space feels familiar. It almost feels exactly the same as what Legion-8 experienced, so they found it odd. They expected it to be different, but it was almost as if they had been here before. They can only attribute this strangeness to the peculiarity of this space. Maybe every space like this is identical.

"There's no time to waste. Let's get the realm heart, and we can think about it later."

They saw the sliver dragon shooting towards the realm heart, so they snapped out of their moment of déjà vu and chased after him.

The realm heart is the only source of light in this space. Unlike the realm heart of the high heaven realm, it is dim and flickering. Still, it is producing light and causing runes to be projected into space like holograms.

The two Wills within the realm heart were battling to the death. The clash of their powers caused the light of the realm heart to flicker. It was even about to go out.

One said to the other, "You have lost."

The other sighed and said, "It seems this is my destiny."

The first Will agreed. It said, "It is the destiny of the weak."

"But I am not weak. You are just too strong."

"That's why I shall consume all that you are and ascend to greater strength. It is my right as the strongest."

"Go on and consume me. But I will not make it easy for you."

The Will of the Tyrant Realm knew it was about to die, but it didn't give up fighting. It still tried to resist and overwhelm Mother High Heaven because it is in its nature to seek survival every time.

Mother High Heaven, on the other hand, stopped bullying the loser and focused most of her power on the fragments of the realm heart. She clung to them and changed their ownership to hers. The Tyrant realm could do nothing but watch.

Mother High Heaven was just waiting for the realm heart to be destroyed so that she could take what she needed to upgrade her own realm tree. It was in the middle of this last stage of struggling that Legion and Dylganihl appeared.

Dylganihl knew that Legion had entered because the new dragon outside the tunnel had warned him. So he threatened them, "This realm heart is mine, Legion. You better back off, or I will use this."

He raised the heavy object in his claw for them to see. The clones saw it and couldn't help but say, "That is horrendous workmanship."

Even Legion-7, who wasn't there in the flesh, had something to say about it. "It might be the most ugly thing I have ever seen."

But Dylganihl only laughed and said proudly, "Not if you started out trying to fail. For my goal, it is the most beautiful thing."

It was then that Legion understood the purpose of this ugly object. They can feel a large amount of energy and power from it. But whatever it was designed to do, it is unlikely that it would be able to do it. It is more likely that it would explode. And for that, they are afraid.

They don't know what such a thing can do to them in this space where there is no law matrix. If they die here, the void universe might not be able to save them. They might die forever. But they couldn't give up easily. One of them asked, "If that thing blows up, you will also die with us."

Dylganihl didn't deny it. "Maybe. But I have a helper."

Legion scoffed. "We have helpers too."

Dylganihl was also disdainful. "But not like mine."

They were rushing towards the realm heart as they spoke. They couldn't teleport in this space, so they had to move with the power of their minds. That became difficult when the space began to shake.

A loud explosion rang through the originally silent and dark world. It shook everyone to their core. Even the realm heart dimmed. Then space was torn open. A large claw broke into the encrypted space from the outside. The claw was so large, it made the realm heart and the Origin gods in the encrypted space look like ants. It was as if the sky was falling down on them.

Legion saw this and were all terrified. After all, they were about to meet a world god face-to- face. They had done so before, but they don't want to do it again anytime soon. Not until they have become world gods themselves.

Only Dylganihl was still excited. He gloated at them, "It looks like my helper is here. You have all lost."

The clones asked each other, "Should we withdraw?"

"We should withdraw."

The conclusion was immediate. It is the kind of decisive attitude one should show when the world is buzzing, groaning, and squeezing around them like tar. They have a lot to gain if they continue chasing, but there's a world god, and it appears to be their enemy. So they retreated. Their retreat was fast. They reached the tunnel quickly before the claw descended. But then they had a sense of déjà vu again. It made them stop in shock.

Their sense of danger was pinging wildly, and Soverick was seeing multiple futures of their demise. They were clearly in danger, but their concerns were somewhere else.

This time, they knew what was causing the strangeness in this place.

All the clones had the same thought at the same time, "This is not the real world. This whole thing is fake."