Chapter 169: Furious Thugs

"Therefore, the best strategy is nothing more than a division of labor and cooperation."

"I will collect the treasures, while the Night Roaming God will be responsible for seizing them."

The Day Roaming God, struck by a sudden thought, added:

"Naturally, there is no need to worry about me being robbed, because they simply cannot succeed."

Soon,

after a brief discussion,

the final plan was set.

The Day Roaming God was responsible for finding treasures, the Night Roaming God specialized in seizing them, and Zhang Cheng reaped the fisherman's benefit.

Each person's tasks were arranged to the brim.

Zhang Cheng said with satisfaction, "Mm, not bad. Life should be this flavorful and vibrant."

……

In the depths of the boundless universe,

the meeting place of the three major planets.

"The Epoch Treasury is about to open. Our originally designated combat level will likely need some adjustment."

"I propose that the Horror Entities dispatched this time be at least Destruction-class!"

"Of course, if we can have Fallen-class, then use Fallen-class!"

The Vice President of the End Society spoke with unprecedented solemnity.

The Epoch Treasury,

that was a place capable of creating miracles!

The treasures hidden in just the first or second layers alone were already incomparably precious.

One must know that the founder of their End Foundation was originally only Fallen-class. It was precisely because he obtained some indescribable treasure within the Epoch Treasury that he advanced to Star-Shattering-class!

"Fallen-class?"

"Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"

"The Dragon Nation does have some strength, but at most they are at the Destruction-class level. As for Fallen-class…"

"Even our Desire Papacy has only three Fallen-class, so the Dragon Nation cannot possibly have any!"

The Desire Pontiff waved his hand in skepticism.

He was not blindly arrogant;

it was simply that Fallen-class was far too powerful.

A Fallen-class existence, situated below Star-Shattering-class, could effortlessly destroy several super-large cities, unleash hurricanes with a single full-force exhale, and trigger earthquakes of magnitude nine or above simply by stepping on the ground.

A Fallen-class Horror Entity could already inflict a certain degree of damage upon a planet.

It was an exceedingly powerful existence.

"I agree with the Desire Pontiff's view."

"Moreover, mobilizing a Fallen-class requires applying to superiors. I do not have that authority."

The Xenomorph Deputy Leader spread his hands. He was unwilling to do things like requesting instructions from above.

Not to mention, his superior—the Xenomorph Mother—was cruel by nature and fond of eating her own kind. Once she set her sights on him, his life would be in jeopardy.

The Xenomorph Deputy Leader wished nothing more than to never see the Xenomorph Mother again for the rest of his life.

Therefore, unless it was a critical moment, he would absolutely never take the initiative to report to the Xenomorph Mother.

The Desire Pontiff and the End Vice President both sighed.

They faced the same dilemma.

"It seems we can only deploy Destruction-class now."

Destruction-class Horror Entities were not numerous across the three major planets, but there were still a few.

"Let's set aside the specific candidates for now and discuss strategy first."

"This treasure contest is no longer a simple contest of force; the key lies in the treasures."

"If we can obtain the organs of the Star-Shattering Demon, perhaps we can nurture another Star-Shattering-class!"

The End Vice President's eyes were full of longing.

The organs of the Star-Shattering Demon—

legend had it that in ancient times, there was a powerful demon that could control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

It already possessed Star-Shattering-class strength on its own, and combined with various special abilities, destroying a planet was effortless.

After this demon died, its organs became priceless treasures. Consuming them could help a Horror Entity break through to Star-Shattering-class.

"Though there are many good things, whether we can obtain them is another matter entirely."

The Desire Pontiff's expression darkened. "Still remember last time? The three of us acted together, but ended up fighting each other over treasures, and ultimately no one gained an advantage."

"So this time we must form a united front. Our common enemy is the Dragon Nation!"

"We absolutely must not repeat the same mistake. Infighting will only let the Dragon Nation reap the benefits."

Though the treasures in the Epoch Treasury were numerous and precious,

obtaining them smoothly was by no means easy.

Deep within the heart of every creature lurked a desire for gain;

in the face of absolute interest, no one dared to guarantee they would not do something foolish.

The Xenomorph Deputy Leader nodded. "First deal with the Dragon Nation. After kicking them out, everything will be easy."

"Of course, while dealing with the Dragon Nation, we must not forget to collect treasures. Heaven knows what good things they might find. If what they find is all junk, wouldn't we lose out by robbing them?"

"Therefore, we must cooperate. There must be no betrayal."

The other two people in charge voiced their agreement one after another.

Makes sense!

"Heh."

"The naive Dragon Nation — this time, under the combined assault of our three planets, they will surely end in crushing defeat!"

"I want Zhang Cheng to understand and regret just how foolish a decision it was to refuse selling us the Key of Epoch!"

The corner of the Vice President of the End's mouth curled into a sinister, cunning smile.

It could hardly wait to see the Dragon Nation jumping in anxiety over their stolen treasure.

The more it imagined, the more it anticipated.

It wished it could immediately start the great battle for the treasure.

Strategic deployment complete.

Now all that remained was to determine the candidates — the terrifying beings — who would enter battle.

……

Meanwhile,

far away in the Dragon Nation, the Night Wanderer suddenly sneezed.

"Achoo!"

"What's going on?"

The Night Wanderer rubbed his nose and muttered to himself in confusion:

"How strange — why would I sneeze for no reason? I'm not sick…"

"Could it be that someone is badmouthing me behind my back?"

"Hmm, it must be those three scheming planets again, hatching some conspiracy behind the scenes!"

Ultimate Guardian Society.

Walking through the depths of a dim, quiet corridor.

The Vice President of the Ultimate Guardian Society led his subordinate to the end of the corridor; standing before their eyes was an alloy giant door three meters thick.

The door was sealed tight, without a single gap.

Imprisoned within this room was a terrifying entity of apocalyptic-level destruction!

"This is where 133 is confined."

"Let's hope it is calm right now, rather than burning with fury."

"Naturally, for safety considerations, therefore…"

The Vice President turned to face his subordinate, his tone suddenly turning stern.

"You! Go in immediately and check."

Me?

The subordinate shuddered, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Lord Vice President, spare me — I'm just a wage slave trying to make a living. Don't push me to the front lines when trouble comes. I earn my money by the sweat of my brow."

"I don't want to lose my life in here."

"Lord Vice President, I'm begging you, don't make me go in. I'm really scared…"

"Scared? You go in even if you're scared! Less nonsense!"

The Vice President glared, grabbing his subordinate by the collar.

His other hand pressed against the fingerprint lock by the door.

The alloy door slowly opened.

Seeing this,

the Vice President took the opportunity to toss his subordinate into the cell,

and immediately shut the door.

Then, a series of banging sounds came from inside the room, mixed with the subordinate's cries for help.

After a long while, the sounds gradually grew faint.

"The alarm hasn't sounded, which means 133's emotions are stable — probably no problem," the Vice President analyzed.

Within the Ultimate Guardian Society,

every confinement cell was equipped with a specialized monitoring system.

The moment the prisoner showed any aggressive behavior, it would immediately trigger an alarm.

Now that the subordinate had been inside for over five minutes and the alarm remained silent, this meant that 133 was currently calm

and non-aggressive.

Bang—

Accompanied by a puff of white smoke, the alloy door opened fully.

The Vice President stepped through the door and immediately spotted his subordinate huddled in the corner, trembling.

His arms wrapped around his knees, his face pale — he had clearly experienced extreme terror.

"Truly useless."

The Vice President delivered a kick to his subordinate's backside.

The latter, panic-stricken, turned and fled without looking back.

The Vice President gave a cold snort, too lazy to pay it any mind, and turned his attention to 133.

【Designation: 133】

【Name: Furious Brute】

【Level: Destruction Tier】

【Rule Power: 133 possesses two entirely distinct emotional states—one calm, the other enraged. When calm, 133 is as docile as a child; when enraged, it becomes a thug with terrifying destructive power.】

【In its enraged state, 133 will attack whoever or whatever angers it recklessly.】

【Triggers for rage: pain, having something taken away, verbal provocation, waking up cranky, random rage.】

"Though 133 is unstable, its thinking is simple. It is the most obedient terrifying entity to my commands."

"Once at the Epoch Treasury, if anyone dares to take 133's things, it will instantly become enraged and regard them as an enemy that must be eliminated."

133's traits perfectly matched the Vice President's needs.

Such an unstable, terrifying entity setting foot in the Epoch Treasury—

Not only Dragon Nation, but even the two great planets would not dare act rashly.

"Vice President, I never expected you to come see me."

"Did you bring my favorite beef jerky?"

133, namely the Furious Thug—

Its form, just like its name, was full of thuggish aura.

A ferocious bull's head, a body of muscles seemingly cast from steel, and a pair of powerful arms forged from brilliant purple crystal.

On its back grew a pair of bat-like wings that, when spread, would likely span twenty meters.

At this moment,

the Furious Thug's eyes were green, indicating a calm state.

"Beef jerky?"

"Of course I prepared some."

The Vice President then pulled out several pieces of pitch-black dried meat.

Though it was unclear exactly what it was,

it was certainly not beef jerky.

133 took it and ate with great relish, then got straight to the point and asked:

"One doesn't visit a treasured temple for no reason."

"Speak, Vice President—what business do you need me for?"

Hearing this,

a glint flashed in the Vice President's eyes.

Then, he told 133 the plan for the Epoch Treasury in full detail.

The latter's expression turned slightly displeased upon hearing it.

"Hmph!"

"Dragon Nation? What kind of thing are they, daring to compete with our Ultimate Guardian Society?"

"Absolutely lawless. I'm joining this treasure contest!"

……

On the alien planet,

at this time,

a creature of bizarre form sat before the Alien Vice Leader.

It had a pair of transparent wings on its back, and a mouth shaped like a straw—slender and sharp enough to easily pierce through steel.

Its hands and feet were of special construction, resembling segments of lotus root joined together.

Between its legs, behind its tailbone, hung an enormous object resembling a storage container.

Overall, it looked like a giant long-legged mosquito!

Except,

it had the face of a human woman.

"Vice Leader, you summoned me—what important matter is there to announce?"

"You know my time is precious; not a moment can be wasted."

"Speak plainly, don't keep me in suspense."

The Bloodthirsty Mosquito Queen stretched her arms and yawned, looking as though she had just woken up.

As a Destruction-tier entity,

she held an undisputed status on the alien home planet.

Unless facing the Alien Mother or a Fallen-tier, the Bloodthirsty Mosquito Queen feared nothing.

"This matter is rather thorny. I had no choice but to request your aid."

The Alien Vice Leader looked at the Bloodthirsty Mosquito Queen, gazing at her with the most sincere eyes.

Trying to move her.

However…

"Don't play the emotional card. It won't work."

"We're all adults. This kind of petty trick won't fool me." The Bloodthirsty Mosquito Queen's face was full of disdain.

After listening,

the Alien Vice Leader sighed and laid out the whole story from beginning to end.

"So it's the Epoch Treasury. Fine, I agree!"

The Alien Vice Leader's eyes lit up: "Really? You've agreed?"

"Of course, but on one condition—I must take forty percent of the spoils!"

Bloodthirsty Mosquito Queen Lion opened its mouth wide; even the Deputy Leader of the Alien Species was startled.

My Heavenly Father,

Taking up forty percent alone,

This is excessive; it's practically looting amidst a fire.

"How so, you disagree?"

"No! Who said I disagree?"

The Deputy Leader of the Alien Species gritted their teeth and said, "As long as you're willing to come, forty percent is what you deserve!"

The Bloodthirsty Mosquito Queen Lion only then showed a satisfied expression.

But in the Deputy Leader of the Alien Species' mind, plans had already been made.

If this expedition,

If we fail to secure a good treasure, forty percent remains forty percent.

Once we obtain a good treasure, immediately contact the Mother of the Alien Species; no one dare lay a hand on it!