The two Celestial Dragons froze for a moment at Arthur's words—then their faces twisted with fury.
"You lowborn wretch! How dare you!" the younger one shrieked.
"That's right! A filthy commoner like you actually dares to compare yourself to us?" the older one spat.
"To beings as noble as the Celestial Dragons, you're nothing but slaves—playthings! Understand?"
Arthur exhaled slowly and shook his head.
The burning rage in his chest gradually cooled—not because his anger faded, but because he suddenly realized something.
So these idiots aren't pretending to be arrogant… they really believe this crap.
They weren't posturing—they were just born stupid.
And with idiots like this, there was no point getting angry.
Because arguing with fools only makes you one of them.
The path differs; we have nothing to discuss.
As his expression smoothed out, the tension in the room eased slightly.
The Celestial Dragons thought he'd been cowed.
They sneered, convinced that, like all "inferior creatures," he'd finally accepted his place beneath them.
Even Waldo let out a relieved sigh.
"Phew… thank goodness the boss is still rational.
If he actually hit a Celestial Dragon, that'd be one hell of a disaster…"
"Insect," the younger Celestial Dragon sneered, puffing up with false courage.
"So you realize your mistake? Too late! Kneel before me, lick my shoes clean, and maybe I'll be merciful enough to leave your corpse intact!"
Arthur tilted his head, smiling faintly.
"Oh? So you're saying… you intend to kill me?"
"Hmph! Isn't that obvious? Anyone who offends me has only one fate—death!"
"I see. I just wanted to confirm."
The moment the words left his lips, a glint of cold light flashed through Arthur's eyes.
When he looked back at the Celestial Dragon, there was no emotion left in his gaze—
only the quiet certainty reserved for the dead.
But the Celestial Dragon, blinded by arrogance, didn't even notice his own death approaching.
"Hahaha! You pathetic mongrel, you dog, you—urk—!"
The laughter cut off mid-sentence.
Arthur's hand shot out like lightning, clamping around the man's thick neck and lifting him effortlessly off the ground.
The Celestial Dragon's fat body thrashed helplessly, his hands clawing at the iron grip around his throat.
His face turned dark purple, contorted into something grotesque and hideous.
He'd never imagined anyone would actually lay a hand on him—
not even his father had considered that possibility.
Someone dares to defy a Celestial Dragon? To challenge the World Government itself?
The older Celestial Dragon stared, completely dumbfounded.
His mind went blank; he couldn't even process what was happening.
For the first time in his life, Arthur's fury burned cold instead of hot.
Even when he'd been mocked, beaten, or humiliated in his past life, he'd never felt such pure, righteous anger.
"Creatures like you—soulless, heartless, filth incarnate—don't even deserve to be called human."
He gripped tighter.
"And since no one's ever dared to kill a Celestial Dragon before…
I'll just have to be the first."
Celestial Dragon? World Government? Marines?
None of that scares me.
I am Arthur—why should I fear anyone?
Decision made, he didn't hesitate.
Before anyone could react, he raised his free hand—
and with a flick of his pinky, unleashed a spark of lightning straight into the man's chest.
Thirty-six volts.
Not enough to destroy the room—but more than enough to destroy a life.
Electricity surged through the Celestial Dragon's body, his muscles spasming violently.
But Arthur kept the voltage steady, ensuring he stayed conscious.
He wanted him to feel it.
"This isn't torture," Arthur said evenly. "It's contempt."
For true opponents, you use killing moves—out of respect for their strength.
But for creatures like this?
You kill them with the weakest, most casual method possible.
That was Arthur's way of showing exactly how little he thought of them.
"To me, you're not even a person," he said coldly. "You're just… excrement."
The young Celestial Dragon's terrified eyes bulged.
For the first time in his pampered life, he felt something utterly alien—
fear.
He couldn't breathe.
His heart was seizing.
The smell of ozone filled his nostrils as sparks danced across his body.
"F-father… save… me…" he wheezed.
The older Celestial Dragon jolted back to life.
"My son! You bastard! Let him go! Guards! Where are the Marines?
Why hasn't a Marine Admiral arrived yet?!"
He screamed himself hoarse, his voice trembling with desperation and cowardice.
He didn't dare move closer.
Even his cries were just a cover for the fear eating him alive.
And then—
before his eyes, his son went limp.
The "noble" Celestial Dragon's head lolled to one side, eyes rolled back, and he went still forever.
Arthur let out a long breath and dropped the corpse like trash.
"Garbage."
He looked at the older Celestial Dragon with disgust.
"You can't even lift a finger to save your own son… and you call yourself superior?"
Even animals protected their young.
At least they had hearts.
This so-called "god" was beneath beasts—
a hollow man hiding behind a title and a bubble helmet.
Arthur turned away.
"Anyone who bullies my crew—
I don't care if they're a king or a god—
I'll kill them all the same."
He clapped Waldo on the shoulder and started walking.
Waldo's throat tightened.
That one sentence erased every shred of doubt he'd felt.
So what if they'd just made an enemy of the Celestial Dragons?
A true man lives and dies for his comrades.
Eyes shining, Waldo clenched his fists and shouted,
"Boss! Say no more! I, Waldo, will follow you to the ends of the earth—till the seas dry and the heavens fall!"
Arthur winced.
"Alright, alright. Enough poetry. You sound like a bad romance novel."
"Hahaha!"
Waldo scratched his head, grinning sheepishly.
"Let's move," Arthur said. "The Marines will be here any minute."
"Right behind you!"
The three of them strode out of the auction house as if nothing had happened.
Behind them, the older Celestial Dragon stood frozen, not daring to breathe.
He didn't even flinch as Arthur passed—
afraid that one wrong move would bring death crashing down on him too.
A cowardly tyrant. A worm who wants to rule, but fears to bleed.
Arthur didn't even glance back.
"Not worth the look," he muttered.
Outside, Redfield was already waiting.
The guards lay sprawled across the ground, unconscious or dead, and beside them—
Twenty large crates of treasure.
Waldo's eyes lit up.
"That's… that's over twenty billion berries!"
They'd been following Arthur for only a few days—
and already, they'd made more money than in their entire lives combined.
The only problem now was… how to carry it.
Both Waldo and Redfield frowned, thinking hard.
But Arthur just smiled faintly.
"A few crates of cash? Please."
He snapped his fingers.
The air shimmered faintly as the system inventory absorbed the entire haul.
"Done."
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