Infinite wealth In A New World - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Are You Stupid??!!!
“Hahahaha!”

​The sound of Perran’s laughter was chilling—a joyful, musical counterpoint to the explosion. It was the sound of true, unburdened power.

“…..?!!”

Sunny’s mind went blank, his shock a cold, paralyzing wave. As the smoke cleared, Perran stood utterly unscratched, his scaled armor gleaming.

​’What the—Is this the strength of a Ninth Order being? No, this must be beyond! He took the full force of the Dimensionals… and laughed,’ Sunny thought, the truth settling on him like a gravestone.

​”Truly fascinating,” Perran purred, taking a step forward, the ground beneath his boot cracking from the sheer density of his presence.

“You are so amazing, little God Wolf! Even with my Bloodless Seal limiting your Spirit Energy to a mere trickle, you still fought with the heart of a general. Oh well. The playtime must end.” He didn’t lunge; he simply ceased to be there and then was twenty meters away, covering the distance in a blur.

​”Get him!” Sunny’s command ripped from his throat, a desperate resort.

​All his remaining summons flew towards Perran, not in a coordinated attack, but in a chaotic, suicidal swarm. They collided, a desperate, living net, covering and pinning the Child of Destruction in place.

​”You fools!! Get lost!!!” Perran’s voice was a deep, guttural growl, no longer playful.

​The next moment, a blinding crimson light burst from the center of the pile. It wasn’t an explosion; it was a pure, unfettered release of destructive energy. Every summon, every ounce of power holding him, was instantly atomized—shattered into the finest dust, leaving no trace of their existence.

​”So annoying!” Perran snapped, turning to face Sunny. But instead of the exhausted sixth-order he expected, he saw the shimmering, rainbow-hued beams of the Five World Dimension Gateway heading straight for him.

​”….?!”

​BOOOOOOM!!

​The impact of five colliding realities smashed into Perran’s chest, throwing him back meters, scraping a shallow furrow in the bedrock. Before he could recover, thick, obsidian-black chains—bursts of pure darkness energy—shot up from the ground, wrapping around his limbs and neck, anchoring him down.

​”I will make sure you die today!!!” Sunny roared, his voice hoarse, fueled by a terrifying, cold resolve. He must stop Perran at all cost.

He channeled every drop of his remaining Spirit Energy, summoning a vortex of elemental blades—fire, water, earth, air, and darkness—all coalescing into a single, massive, spiraling storm of death above the captive Perran. With a final, agonizing command, he sent the tempest crashing down.

​BOOOOOOM!!

​The impact was deafening, localized, yet shaking the very stability of the realm. Perran flew tens of miles back, a meteorite of flesh and scale, smashing heavily into the desolate landscape.

​He slowly rose, pushing himself up on one knee. He lowered his gaze to his chest, staring at the black, viscous liquid pooling there. It was a single, solitary drop of his blood, weeping from a microscopic scratch on his scales.

​”All that… for a single drop of blood,” he smirked, the effort of his forced smile stretching the gash across his face. And then, he simply vanished.

​’So fast?!’ Sunny’s mind screamed the warning, but his body was too battered to respond.

​A punch—not a mystical attack, but a simple, bone-crushing strike—collided on his face. Sunny spurted a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring, and he flew forward, smashing heavily into the cracked ground.

​”You think you’re so great!!!” Perran’s voice boomed, thick with genuine rage. He raised both hands high into the air. Above him, ten pulsating, incandescent spheres of red light materialized. They didn’t just glow; they radiated, instantly sucking the moisture and life from the surrounding earth. They were brighter, hotter, and exponentially more unstable than any natural sun.

​”Today!! I will shatter that fragile illusion of strength you hold, God Wolf… Today, I will show you, you’re nothing!” he yelled, and with a downward flick of his wrist, the ten orbs tore through the air with terrifying speed, slamming into Sunny’s location.

​BOOOOOOM!!!!

​The air itself seemed to scream. The earth instantly split into two massive, miles-deep chasms, a canyon born in a single moment. Even the fabric of the Upper World Balanced—the barrier holding their reality separate from the other Worlds—cracked and groaned from the full, unbridled force.

​Sunny lay deep in the newly formed crater. His dragon transformation had been utterly destroyed, his body battered, all his spiritual power forcefully reverted to his base Sixth Order level. The pain was secondary to the realization:

‘I… I can’t even begin to fight him! He truly hasn’t used his power yet.’

​The Child of Destruction was a being who had existed for millions of years, an aberration born from the very blood and darkness of his Mother. In the vastness of the Supreme World, apart from the Domain Leaders themselves—only the top three Second-in-Commands could go against Perran. Everyone else, like Sunny, was merely an ant under his feet. Perran had earned his title from the sheer volume of civilizations, realms, and voids he had extinguished. And in this battle, he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

​’Am I truly so insufficient? Was the price of being a protector always this heavy?’ Sunny thought, blinking slowly, the blood flowing from his head a warm river down his cheeks. The realization that he was destined for a level of failure his pride couldn’t accept was the most stinging pain of all.

​”You are still alive, little wolf, only because my mother, asked me to bring you back alive. That,” Perran said, stepping lightly to the rim of the crater and levitating Sunny into the air with a casual tendril of Spirit Energy:

“Is your only saving grace.” He stopped Sunny inches from his face, his white eyes depthless and cold. “To me… ignorant, ambitious fools like you only deserve death.”

​”Haha! You are right,” Sunny choked out, forcing a bloody smile. “I will admit I can’t defeat you, but what about…”

​WHOOSH!!!

​”….?!”

Perran’s head snapped over his shoulder, a frown on his face.

​Hovering a hundred yards away was a simple, non-descript ball of utter darkness. It was not a shadow; it was the absence of light, an unnatural void.

​’What in the Great Void is that?!’

​Before his stunned gaze, the void ball expanded exponentially, plunging a one-hundred-yard radius into a sphere of complete, terrifying blackness—the Moonless Domain.

​”…?!”

He turned back to Sunny, whose skin was quickly shedding its bruises and transforming into a patchwork of impervious, crystalline earth.

​”You?!”

​”You are strong, Perran. My strongest opponent so far,” Sunny’s voice was steady now, his resolve forged in the fire of his near-defeat. “But that doesn’t mean I will go down easily.”

​{Stone Skin: Heals and regenerates any part of the body instantly upon damage.}

{Moonless Domain: Unleashes a 100-yard field of absolute darkness. Inside the domain, all Host’s offensive and defensive stats are increased by 100,000.}

​Before Perran, Sunny’s form exploded in size. He didn’t just transform; he invoked the purest aspect of his inherited power—the Jörmungandr Bloodline. A massive, colossal serpent burst forth, its scales the color of deep-sea trenches, its eyes burning with the cold light of the moon. The serpent instantly dominated the space.

​”Jörmungandr Bloodline. How quaint. I killed one of his line a few millennia ago,” Perran muttered, though a hint of caution now entered his eyes. Two more tails, crackling with black and red energy, ripped through his coat, making a total of five tails flick menacingly behind him.

​”I will use only five tails to defeat your little snake form!!” he declared, his pride demanding this handicap. Above him, a new attack coalesced—a ball of pure, hyper-condensed Primordial Energy, burning not just with heat, but with a terrifying ancient power that whispered of creation and annihilation.

​”God Wolf,” he yelled, genuine respect and mockery warring in his voice. “This here is my third-strongest skill in my arsenal, and it is a gift from my Mother’s blood. Try and copy this!”

​{Skill: World Annihilation}

{Power Cost: 900,000,000,000,000 Spirit Energy}

​{WARNING MASTER! SYSTEM ADVICE: DO NOT TAKE THIS ATTACK HEAD ON!!!}

The system screamed a warning, its crystalline voice shaking.

​Sunny, now a massive serpent, simply ignored it. His enormous yellow-slit eyes narrowed. ‘There is no going back! This is it. The final play. The last trump card! Even if I lose, I will make sure he suffers a wound that costs him dearly!’ He hissed inwardly, his serpent face contorted with cold, killing intent.

​BOOOOOOM!!

​Perran looked up, speechless, as his own attack—the identical, terrifying twin of the World Annihilation orb—appeared above the head of the Jörmungandr.

​”You copied my skill again,” Perran managed, his voice a disbelieving whisper. “Impressive… wait. Huh?”

​Perran was stunned. Behind the giant serpent, not one, but five shimmering Dimensional Gateways appeared. And above the serpent, the ten incandescent Primordial Energy Orbs that Perran had just used also materialized, crackling with power. Not only that, but Jörmungandr opened its massive, cavernous serpent mouth, the darkness inside coalescing into a frighteningly unstable sphere, preparing to unleash a fourth distinct attack.

​”Are you stupid?!! That is beyond dangerous!! Are you thinking about the fate of the Upper World?! You’ll tear the stability of this realm in half!!” Perran shrieked, no longer laughing, his face contorted in a mask of genuine panic. He cared not for the world, but for the universal sanctions his Mother and other domain leaders would impose for such a careless destruction of lesser realities.

​”Hahaha… Like you cared about this world from the start!” Sunny’s laughter echoed, a sound of madness and exhilaration mixed with pure agony.

​’Morgana will surely take Josephine off this world before the backlash, so, there is nothing left to worry about!’ he thought, his heart cold and ready.

​He drew a breath that was more of a world-shaking hiss. “Child of Destruction! This is the last attack!”