My Players Are So Fierce

“No matter what you bring, I don’t need it! I don’t need your so-called ‘change,’ you madman! Just for your own selfish desires, you sold us out to the Dusk and their Wolf People.

Damn you!

You’re damned beyond redemption!”

“Boom”

The swung Sacred Hammer was blocked by the explosive Spiritual Energy and was blown away in the blast. The Supreme Lord raising his head saw that the Chaos Egg beside Banok had hatched, turning into monstrous creatures, while Banok stood firm in front of the ever-strengthening subspace rift.

Blood-stained, with fist marks still lingering on his face, he looked very bedraggled, but showed no awareness of impending death, merely tilting his ear as if listening to whispers from the subspace.

It seemed there were beings speaking to him…

The existence and extent of the subspace cannot be measured, in such a vast chaotic realm, shadows birthed are as infinite as starlight. Most have no interest in the material world, living only by the symbols they were born with, but some overly “enthusiastic” subspace beings can bring unimaginable disruption and chaos to this plagued world with just a glance.

Dusk isn’t the only threat this continent needs to face. Aside from wanting to consume the world and bring primordial chaos, there are many dangerous entities lurking within the shadows.

The series of actions carried out by Banok perfectly prove this point. His so-called “creation” evidently won him the “favor” of some restless subspace shadows.

But Lord Hadran this moment thought nothing else.

He only wished to kill Banok here before worse things happened. Those Chaos Eggs born of subspace power could not stop him, being the most powerful fighter among dwarves with the Sacred Hammer in hand, those few subspace monsters were quickly dealt with.

The impact of the Spirit turned the Supreme Lord’s guilt and anger into a tide, crashing against his will, intensifying his fury with destruction magnified greatly.

In just a few dozen seconds, the last Chaos Egg was smashed to death by the Lord on the ground. He raised his head and charged towards Banok standing before the subspace rift with his hammer.

“Shh! He’s about to be born! Listen carefully!”

Banok ignored the hammer rushing towards him, shouting loudly.

Simultaneously, within the entire range of the Brass Fortress, all items related to wealth and trade exploded simultaneously.

The dwarves seeking pleasure couldn’t even hold their wallets, only able to watch their own money leap out, constantly jumping on all surrounding surfaces, composing a tune that’s indescribable and incomprehensible.

The extravagant armor and decorations of Lord Hadran also vibrated at this moment, forcing him to stop his attack and was punched in the face by Banok.

The strike carrying subspace Corrosion Power made the Lord hug his head in agony upon landing.

“Hahahaha, He’s about to be born!”

Subspace’s maniacal servant threw his wallet and valuable items into the air, watching those wonderful things move rhythmically in the sky, as wealth sang, offering cheer for the master’s birth.

An invisible Giant Spirit stepped out from the subspace rift gracefully.

The first step landed within this dark corridor.

Within one breath, all rocks in the underground corridor where Banok and Hadran were located instantly transformed into crystal-studded Burning Gold Ores.

Large chunks of stone turned into bright gold blocks, while smaller fragments embellished into multi-colored gemstone glows, the Gold Coins spilled from Banok and Hadran’s wallets multiplied a thousand fold, in an instant piling the dirty underground corridor into a Gold Mountain, creating a wealth haven.

He subsequently stepped the second step.

The “coin storm” in the entire Brass Fortress reached its peak, humble coins turned into silver, shining silver coins transformed into gold, noble Gold Coins were pushed towards gemstone alterations.

The value of all priced items rose, Burning Gold as a symbol of great power also crackled silently at this moment, turning into rainbow-like solid streams encircling all wealth possessors.

Enchanting their gaze, captivating their hearts.

The God of Wealth watched all this.

He nodded in satisfaction, finally stepping the third step straight into the skies, casually tipping his hat in salute, offering a valuable smile to Lord Paryen riding auroras out of a space tunnel and Old Edward seated behind him.

Decorative items on Aurora were instantly upgraded to the most gorgeous items of this world, Lord Paryen’s armor value doubled at that moment.

Old Edward retreated his head in fright, but Lord Paryen merely held Eternity and glanced at the God of Wealth still “ascending,” hesitating for less than half a second, then drove Aurora towards their original destination.

This newly born deity looks not like a bad person…

At least compared to Dusk, He’s too polite.

When Lord Dutna Burngold stood in the high sky of the material world, all the wealth on the continent reenacted the events that occurred in the Brass Fortress, all treasures on the continent cheered, while each used currency sang a hymn, every created valuable item smiled.

“Everything has a price” was once just a maxim, but from this moment, it will become the truth.

The world trembled.

Trembling across all invisible and tangible places, all Psychics on this world’s stage felt that change, as if something invisible was being converted into traceable rules.

That was some symbol being materialized.

The God of Wealth in the high skies spread His arms, nervously closing His eyes to feel every mood and sentiment coming from each coin.

His figure dispersing, after all, being subspace creatures can’t linger long in the material world, having retrieved the “Symbol Crown,” He should return to His place of birth to set rules for all wealth.

And just as Lord Dutna left, Murphy waiting at the R-9 base for the lord’s transmission was surprised to open his Psychic package, a Gold Coin leaped out flipping before his eyes, that thing was originally just an ordinary Transylvanian Gold Coin, but at this moment light flashed on the coin reflecting the world’s wealth in general, making Murphy squint his eyes and then reached out in the next second to grasp it, following came a courteous greeting:

“Hello there, Alpha Lord, nice to meet you, please take care! I am Dutna Burngold, alias ‘God of Wealth, Trade, Commerce and Joy.’

I am not your enemy and do not wish to become one.”

“Uh…”

Faced with this friendly greeting, Murphy blinked, saying:

“How can you prove that?”

“Just make a request, to win your goodwill, I will definitely comply.”

“Hmm, let me think…The God of Wealth I imagined should be a Goddess, and He never breaches contracts…”

“Okay, as you wish! I shall fulfill every valuable promise.”

That voice transformed into a sweet female voice responding, before calming down, Murphy then gazing with an indescribable look at the strangely glowing coin in his hand, murmuring:

“See, Lady Gaia, I said before, in Your existence as Divine Spirit, You’ve lost one very cool possibility…”