In a distant realm where magic thrives, ferocious beasts shake mountains and rivers with their mighty roars, and individuals wield superhuman strength capable of reshaping their surroundings. It is a magical world where the strong rules.
But rampant...
"So you say, but... none of your skirmishes have ever reached this scale before. Am I wrong?" Riley said with a grim tone.
Ronald swallowed hard before answering. "No, you're right. But we still have no evidence the Mercenary Gang has taken a side. Besides..."
At this point, Ronald Rumpan's face turned into a mask of sheer anxiety and fear. "...If the Mercenary Gang has joined them, then all of this, our entire plan, would be pointless. It might be wishful thinking, but we can only make plans like this and have hope for victory if they stay out of this."
Riley finished sipping his tea and dropped it on the table, causing it to make a clicking sound in the silence. A quiet chuckle escaped from behind his mask as he folded his arms.
"Are they really that strong?" he asked with amusement glinting in his tone.
Ronald didn't hesitate to nod his head as he pulled out a photo and placed it on the table, showing a group of eight silhouettes in the image.
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"The Eight Heads of Destruction, Executive Leaders of the Mercenary Gang. Each one is extraordinarily powerful."
"How powerful?"
"Each is a Transcendent Tier 1," Ronald replied. "It is said that they've slain dragons with ease. And if they work together, they're said to be a match for the late Elf Queen of High Tarxa, Floria Melian Shelberry, who once admitted herself that she couldn't take them on alone." As Ronald said this, his tone trembled a little.
He didn't have any doubts about his strength, but the Eight Heads were simply on another level.
Upon hearing this, Riley crossed his legs and rested his back as soon as this was mentioned.
"Oho... intriguing." His voice contained hints of amusement.
"And their leader, Fenrir, the Apex Predator... he is said to be twice as strong as the rest combined."
"So that means he can easily take on the strongest people in the Third Civilization Zone? Interesting..."
Ronald didn't know what else to say. The words he was uttering would make any man tremble, yet Riley only found them amusing.
Figures like the Elf Queen of High Tarxa were Tier 2 Transcendent beings of immense power in the Realm of Disasters, and were considered virtually unbeatable.
If there existed other beings who could defeat them, then those would be considered invincible too, especially if there were eight of them.
'I know he dwells in the realm of the [Disaster], but I'm not sure even Sir Ghost could come out of a fight with them unscathed.'
There was a reason why the Mercenary Gang was so well renowned despite having hardly any political influence or business power. They had earned these fearsome reputation not through political or financial clout, but through sheer, unrestrained violence
