I Conquer Hell and Heaven With 666 Trillion Coins

Zeus remained standing before his throne.

For several moments, he said nothing.

The thunder outside slowly faded, leaving only the faint crackle of lightning crawling across the distant clouds.

Then Zeus turned toward Hera and Athena.

"When we find the one responsible," he said, his voice unusually calm, "there will be no trial."

Hera’s eyes narrowed slightly, Athena remained silent, and then Zeus continued.

"They have stolen from the Godly Treasury. Not gold. Not weapons. Not some forgotten relic."

His gaze hardened.

"They have stolen something capable of bringing destruction upon Heaven itself."

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop.

"Such a crime cannot be answered with imprisonment."

Hera studied him carefully.

"Then what will you do?"

Zeus looked toward the enormous doors of the throne room.

"We will make certain that whoever did this understands exactly what they have done."

His hand slowly tightened into a fist.

"First, they will be tortured." he said without thinking for the second time.

Athena’s eyes shifted toward him.

"For how long?" she asked.

"Until they tell us everything. The reasoning that they had."

Zeus’s expression remained cold.

"Who helped them? Who knew about the Treasury. How they entered. Where they took it. Where they intended to use it."

"And if they refuse?" Hera asked.

Zeus looked at her.

"Then we continue."

There was no anger in his voice. That somehow made the words worse.

"No god, mortal, or immortal being will be allowed to die before we have extracted every piece of information from them."

Nemesis remained in the corner.

Her expression did not change, but her crimson eyes remained fixed upon Zeus.

Hera slowly exhaled.

"And after the information is obtained?"

Zeus’s answer came immediately.

"They will become a slave."

Athena raised an eyebrow.

"A slave?"

"For the rest of their existence."

Zeus stepped down another stair from his throne.

"They will serve Olympus. They will repair what they damaged. They will work beneath the eyes of the gods who were endangered by their actions."

His voice echoed through the hall.

"They will wake knowing they belong to us."

"And every day, they will remember why."

Hera remained silent for a moment.

Even she seemed to recognise the severity of the punishment.

"Then eventually," Athena said, "You will execute them."

Zeus nodded.

"Yes."

The single word carried the weight of a verdict already written.

"When their usefulness has ended, when every secret has been taken from them, and when the danger has been completely removed..."

His eyes glowed faintly with divine power.

"They will be executed before the gods."

A distant boom of thunder followed his declaration.

"Not hidden in some prison."

Zeus’s voice grew louder.

"Not quietly."

"They will stand before Olympus, and every god will witness the death of the one who dared to threaten Heaven."

Hera slowly nodded.

"That punishment will be remembered."

"It must be," Zeus replied.

He looked toward the towering ceiling of the hall.

"This is not merely theft."

His voice lowered.

"It is an attack against the order of the realms."

Athena’s expression hardened.

"And if the culprit is a god, I don’t want to ask, but what if that god or a goddess is a High-God or a High-Goddess? What then?"

Zeus looked directly at her.

"Then they will discover that divinity does not place them above justice."

Silence returned.

Nemesis finally lowered her gaze.

She had heard enough.

Zeus turned back toward his throne.

"Find them."

The command was directed at everyone in the hall.

"Before they have the opportunity to use what they stole."

Outside, lightning split the second circle of Aether.

And for the first time that day, the golden halls of Olympus did not resemble the home of gods.

They resembled a court awaiting an execution.

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Dean was getting ready to leave the palace, but before doing so, he had made his way to that huge hall which had been set aside for the Orlov family to speak amongst themselves.

As soon as he reached the door to the hall, he knocked.

When the door opened within seconds, the person who opened it looked at the man standing there in surprise.

"May I come in?"

As soon as Dean asked this question, the young man who had opened the door immediately gestured inside with his hand and said, "Welcome."

His heavy Russian accent was quite pronounced.

As Dean stepped inside, everyone’s gaze instantly fixed on him as if it were a spear.

"Mr Decanus," said a man with a deep voice all of a sudden.

When Dean looked at this man, he smiled.

[Nikolai Orlov]

The leader of the new generation of the Orlov family, aged thirty-seven, he was one of the most talented Cosmic Terror players in the Earth-Realm.

He had a long beard. With his black hair and eyes, he resembled a classic Russian man.

"Mr Orlov, I apologise for disturbing you and your family," Dean said suddenly.

"Not at all, please, come in and take a seat," Nikolai replied directly.

When Dean took the seat offered to him, he took a deep breath and, ignoring the other people in the room, said, "I’d like to purchase an item, which is why I’ll be visiting each family in turn. As you caught my attention in the European agreements, I decided to start with the Orlov family."

Nikolai’s interest had skyrocketed at these words.

"What sort of purchase?" the middle-aged man had asked.

Dean, however, had got straight to the point:

"Summon Contracts. That’s what I need to buy."

At Dean’s reply, Nikolai had looked at him in surprise.

"It must be easy for you to come across such items in England, Mr Decanus. The fact that you’re purchasing our family is a bit of a mystery," Nikolai said politely.

Dean shook his head at these words and replied, "The contracts I’m looking for aren’t low-level; they’re high-level, Mr Orlov."

At this reply, it wasn’t just Nikolai; the expressions on everyone’s faces in the hall had changed.

High-Grade/Level contracts were incredibly difficult to obtain.

These were items that could be found specifically in the inner layers of the Nether, and could sometimes be worth millions of Nether and Aether coins.

It was difficult even for a ghost, let alone a normal player, to come across something like this.

Yet the Orlov family did indeed possess one such contract.

They had acquired this contract through natural means.

Whatever the dungeon-clearing rewards might be, they were always awarded at random.

This was true even for Dean. He had only managed to gain extra rewards in his first few dungeons, which was itself an unusual occurrence.

Still, this randomness could just as easily help someone win 100 Nether and Aether coins as it could help them win an A-Grade Item.

Nevertheless, such things occurred with incredibly slim odds.

The Orlov family had also come across something of this nature.

An item passed down from leader to leader, of the utmost value, and incredibly difficult to obtain.

An S-Grade Summon Contract.

An item so valuable that it would allow you to bring even a High-Level/Grade Demon or Angel under your command.

Dean didn’t know anyone who possessed this item; he’d simply wanted to try his luck with the Orlov family.

If luck had not been on his side, his next move would have been to consult the other families directly.

Yet, of course, luck had been on his side.

"We have what you’re looking for, Mr Decanus."

When Dean heard these words, he smiled from beneath his mask. It was brilliant to hear something like that from the very first person he’d asked.

"You’re certain it’s a high-grade contract, aren’t you?" Dean asked.

When Nikolai replied "Yes" to this question, Dean nodded and then said, "In that case, put a price on it."

As Dean spoke, one of the Orlov family members turned to Nikolai and asked, "Sir, this item has been passed down to you from previous generations... Are you sure you want to sell it?"

Nikolai looked at the man who had spoken to him for a few seconds and thought it over.

Dean, however, thought this opportunity would slip through his fingers. Yet one could say he was mistaken.

"Times have changed. The most important thing now is undoubtedly the money we have in our possession. If we wish to live within the Aether and the Nether, this is what we must do. If we want our family to survive, this is the answer."

The moment Nikolai uttered these words, he turned back to Dean once more.

"Ten million Nether and Aether coins."

Nikolai had instantly put a price on the item.

Dean, for his part, had struggled not to burst out laughing. There was absolutely no way an item like that could cost so little.

Rolling his eyes from behind his mask, Dean accessed the system and withdrew a sum of exactly thirty million.

Thirty banknotes, each worth one million.

That was precisely the sum needed to purchase an S-Grade Summon Contract.

Dean knew just how valuable this item was, and frankly, forming a friendship with the Russians might prove helpful to him in the future.

So, Dean had absolutely nothing to lose.

Thirty million Nether and Aether coins would be more than enough to enslave another family.

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