I Conquer Hell and Heaven With 666 Trillion Coins

Of course... that wasn’t quite right.

Dean and the others had started talking about simple matters. To be frank, there was no need for Dean to do anything about these matters.

Each of them was clearly mentioning that the game had become considerably more difficult following the launch of the BETA version of Cosmic Terror.

What’s more, the fact that almost none of them had any connections, particularly within the Nether, was, quite frankly, putting everything at risk.

Well, not exactly, but the truth had to be told.

Even these ’elite’ families had only managed to make moves in certain areas. None of them could, like Dean, pull fifty million Nether and Aether coins out of their pocket in an instant to turn someone into their slave.

Or, at best, they weren’t meeting an important businessman or businesswoman.

Still, Dean had to step in here.

"I apologise for being rude, but all you lot are doing is spouting fucking nonsense."

Dean’s sudden and rude outburst had, quite frankly, taken those around him by surprise. Dean, who had shown the utmost respect even to the servants since arriving at the palace, had taken everyone, Raviel in particular, by surprise with his sudden behaviour.

"Might I ask what you’re trying to say?" Queen Liana asked abruptly.

"You’ve got nothing. The game itself teleports you into random areas at random intervals and expects you to survive. Yet you’re still chasing after a connection," Dean had said.

But that wasn’t all.

"Are you looking for a connection? Nie Li, the Next Leader of the Great Nether Houses. If you see him in any way, give him my name; he will serve you as if you were a god or goddess."

He then added, "Sky Express? Give them my name and tell them I sent you; mention that you’ve observed how the Express operates, and proceed safely. Hell, if you ever reach the Shipyard, the one inside the Star City, make sure to let them know I sent you there. I promise you they’ll work for you."

When he noticed the expressions around him growing serious, he remarked, "If you want to gain anything, you mustn’t overlook the most important point."

"Well, what is it, then?" Raviel asked with great curiosity.

Dean immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Money and influence. Do you want them to act as if you’re their god? Become one, or make them believe you are one. I’ve got money, an insane amount of it, so it’s easy for me, but that doesn’t make it impossible for you lot."

As Dean spoke these words, the families and their members around him tried to decipher the meaning behind his words.

This had annoyed Dean even more.

The young man finally couldn’t take it any longer; raising his finger towards the ceiling of the meeting hall, he said, "I’ll make it rain, and y’all will understand."

The moment he said this, in the blink of an eye—not even a full second had passed—a void had opened up in the ceiling.

It was almost a replica of the view one sees when looking up at the night sky.

Money began to rain down from this opening that had appeared in an instant.

Hundreds of banknotes, each bearing amounts ranging from at least 10,000 to a maximum of 1,000,000, began pouring into the room from the opening.

Dean, meanwhile, explained under everyone’s astonished gaze:

"I am with the Evergold Family. Like it or not, if I see you lot doing any stupid shit against them, I’ll cut off the aid I’m giving you. If you want me to side with you, BEG the family you can see in this hall."

Immediately afterwards, he smiled from beneath his mask and muttered, "After all, I am British, so are they. I have no intention of being the enemy of strong families, but I couldn’t give a fuck less about who you lot are and what you lot normally get up to. I just play this game because it’s fun and exciting in my non-existent life."

When he’d finally finished speaking, the portal in the ceiling had closed, and the butlers had begun gathering up the money that had fallen to the floor.

"Split this money. I put in a little less than 100 million. You don’t need to give any to the Evergold Family. I’ll give them far more than you lot can even comprehend anyway," Dean said suddenly.

No one could speak.

Dean’s plan was simple.

He already had more money than anyone could ever imagine.

Why should he wait for someone else to use him?

The Evergold family were already prepared to do anything for him.

So, in that case, by using them, he could make himself completely untouchable, couldn’t he?

[I’ll give Evergold more than you lot can comprehend.]

That sentence was more important than anything else.

After all, it was the sentence that would ensure the Evergold Family became his slaves practically.

These discussions would continue in this manner until the meeting came to an end.

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As the meeting drew to a close, Dean was preparing to leave the palace. He had no intention of staying to join the dinner and dance being organised for them.

Instead, he preferred to return to his own castle and continue his training.

Although... before doing so, he needed to ask these ’superior’ families a few questions to purchase a couple of contracts.

Whilst he was doing this, however, quite different events were unfolding in a completely different place, within the Aether.

Nemesis had arrived in person at the second circle of the Aether, right in the region where the High-Gods and High-Goddesses resided.

The very place where she set foot would be Olympus itself.

Despite the depth of her research into Apollo, Nemesis was behaving in an obsessive manner, driven by the stress of having found nothing.

If she were to discover anything on this matter, it was here that she could access that information.

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