Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 409 Game Rules
A large hand, adorned with jewels and gold rings, trembled slightly, unconsciously bumping the table beneath it with a thud.

Not only the owner of this hand, but everyone present, like the person in the main seat, wore exquisite and luxurious rings, smooth and lustrous ivory chains, armbands and badges made of the purest gold, and so on.

All of this demonstrates the noble status of this group of people and the unimaginable wealth they possess.

The very robes they wore, perfectly tailored and as smooth as silk, were worth several years' income for an ordinary person.

These people possess almost limitless wealth and seemingly endless power in the eyes of ordinary people. They are elegant and luxurious, and their every move can influence the economic situation of the entire world because they possess resources more valuable than gold and 'value' more abundant than gold!
But these once influential figures, whose words and actions could affect the world, have now lost the transcendence that came with their powerful status and boundless wealth, because that power is not from within, but something given to them by external forces.

As it turns out, when the reliance that external things can provide can disappear at any time, these big shots are no different from ordinary people, and some are even worse than an ordinary person who struggles from the bottom and tries to break free from the constraints of their environment.

"It's utterly absurd, an incomparably arrogant monster. Does he really think he's a supreme god?"

Panic-stricken and furious roars echoed through the hall, containing a fear and helplessness that even a dog could sense.

"What right does he have to decide our future and our lives? He's just powerful, what a ridiculous guy!"

“We possess endless wealth and boundless money. We can use this wealth to hire powerful individuals to join us in defeating, or even killing, that self-proclaimed god-like monster,”

"No, no, no, I'm willing to give up most of my wealth. The combined wealth of each of us is even richer than a country. I refuse to believe that we can't find a way to deal with that monster."

Sarichi roared, his face contorted in a near-grossing grimace, veins bulging on the neck of the leader of the organization that controlled the largest practical energy source on Earth.

But his furious outbursts couldn't mask his physical reactions; everyone could see that Sarji's limbs were almost out of his control, swaying and trembling as he spoke.

The document lay quietly within Sarzic's reach, but those few centimeters made him completely unable to bring himself to touch it.

It was like a taboo that was difficult to overcome.

But nobody cared about that, because none of the people present performed better than Saric.

Because what was on the table was not some internationally exchanged document, but something that was unimaginable to humanity on Earth at this time—a decree to exterminate civilization!

Those without potential must be eliminated, and those that do not meet the standards must be eliminated—this is the instruction of the Tower of Babel.

At first, no one cared. Although many nations and civilizations began to move forward under the threat of the red dragon, no one thought that the monster would actually dare to do such a thing.

Because that would mean being at odds with the entire planet, right now, right up to this day.

"They say we should be erased because we haven't made any progress or changed our thinking?"

"They don't even know what kind of power our wealth is. It's ridiculous that they say wealth is worthless and is given by people. We can show them the power that wealth can wield."

Sarichi roared madly, "Just because we want to force them to develop higher levels of energy utilization, they want to destroy us? I want to see if even gods bleed!"

"Wealth can connect you to the gods, or it can kill them!"

"We'll use our wealth to kill him!"

Sarji once enjoyed supreme power because of his wealth, and this supreme power gave him omnipotent strength.

Even the tycoons in the United States who can control a country's electoral power have to flatter him and cooperate with him amicably.

Wealth can do almost everything on this planet.

Moreover, they control the world's largest energy output, and the treasures they dig out from the desert and underground are of immeasurable value. Although they are not as precious as gold, they are more valuable than gold.

The entire world's economic system will be affected by them, and countless talents and elites will succumb to their wealth, willingly becoming their slaves.

If they are angered, even other powerful countries in the world will suffer an energy crisis, and the world's economic system will be severely damaged.

They are a noble race born to lie on gold, destined from birth to look down upon all living beings.

Even if someone is illiterate and vulgar, they will be considered unique by outsiders; even if someone indulges in debauchery and lavish lifestyles, they will only be seen as enjoying life in a dignified way.

Therefore, they never need to rely on their own hard work or effort to move forward.

What is progress? They can buy it with money.

Technology is something they can buy with money.

What is talent? Talent can also be attracted with money.

Everything in their land, flowing with gold, can be measured in terms of wealth, which is readily available to them.

But today, all of this has been foreshadowed to end. What was once considered inherently noble has become seen as inferior by others, a target that must be eliminated, and the chicken that serves as a warning to others.

“I may know a way,” one of the powerful figures sitting at the round table slowly exhaled, trying to steady his involuntary trembling voice.

"Whatever the solution, as long as it can be solved with money, it's not a problem for us," Sazhi asked eagerly, as if he had found a lifeline.

"In that ancient civilization's inheritor nation, where the Nile flows,"

The powerful figure pointed in that direction and said, "There is a king and guardian who inherited the power of the ancient six gods. He is an extremely powerful wizard, one who can even be called a god."

"He rules that ancient kingdom from behind the scenes, and he is also the guardian deity of that ancient kingdom. I heard that his name is Black Adam!"

Everyone present perked up, their spirits instantly lifted, and they looked at the speaker with expectant eyes.

“We can use our wealth to ask that powerful wizard to protect us. Even that monster might not be able to defeat the ancient master of the six gods’ power.”

"Moreover, our black gold is a globally accepted practice. The entire world relies on black gold for its livelihood, and the number of people affected by the related industrial chain is at least several billion,"

"We hold the fundamental rules of the world in our hands, not that monster. The world economy is closely linked to us; if we are destroyed, the entire world economy will collapse instantly."

"That monster underestimates the power we possess and overestimates its own power. In this case, the whole world will be our friend."

The powerful man concluded, "As long as we spread this news, our friends will come from all directions."

“Before, he was invincible because he hadn’t truly given the world a stance or excuse to oppose him. But this time is different. We are the lifeblood of the world. The whole world must save us and protect us!” Everyone applauded in agreement, and Sajiki also showed an approving expression.

"That's for the best. We also have the olive branch extended by the Human Liberation Front. I didn't care about them before, but now we can respond to them. We need every bit of strength."

"Even the government of the United States will no longer tolerate that monster's rampage. Since we were the first, they will be the second and the third!"

"We're not the only ones in the world who want to kill that monster. From today onward, countless people will want to cut off his head and hang it in a museum!"

But the lively atmosphere was interrupted by hurried footsteps.

The entire sealed conference room is constructed with materials that isolate electromagnetic signals and have the ability to strongly interfere with them.

The construction of the Tower of Babel made everyone aware that the monster possessed electromagnetic-like abilities. Therefore, to prevent their meetings from being discovered, these people laid a thick layer of insulating rubber material around the meeting room to isolate every medium of communication with the outside world.

Unfortunately, these self-righteous people don't realize, without being reminded, that even in physics, there is a term called "high-voltage breakdown."

But even in this house that felt so safe, the only sense of security was shattered by the footsteps of visitors from the outside world.

“We’re not the first, Sazhic,”

A middle-aged man in a long robe strode into the conference room, carrying a projector. To isolate all possible sources of signal, there were no technological artifacts in the conference room, only wooden tables and chairs and sofas made of various expensive furs.

"What do you mean?"

Sazhi looked at his younger brother and frowned slightly in displeasure.

His younger brother, who also had a legitimate right to inherit the family business, was in competition with him. With their father seriously ill and bedridden, they had long since lost close contact.

But this time, the other party actually took the initiative to contact him.

"You'll see when you see it!"

Everyone looked at the lit-up screen and held their breath.

"The Decepticon army has arrived at its destination and is ready to deploy!"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, fighter jets, bombers and transport planes swept across the African land, where wild animals roamed and the land was lush with water and grass.

This is one of the most fertile lands on the planet, where large breadfruit trees grow everywhere, bearing abundant fruit, allowing the people living on this land to obtain enough food to fill their stomachs without having to work hard.

The wild animals that roam freely allow the people living here to obtain meat that improves their living conditions without having to raise or optimize livestock farming.

Here, you can simply scatter a packet of seeds in the soil and a lush crop will grow.

But it is precisely because of these uniquely advantageous conditions that the people here are almost completely isolated from the two poles of world civilization.

Civilization cannot truly thrive without the pressure of survival and external forces.

Thus, Heaven bestowed upon this land the opportunity for the true growth of civilization.

Bang, bang, bang,
One by one, the metallic beings were dropped from the sky by the Decepticon army onto the ground, landing among the weeds and trees.

These metallic life forms began to line up in an orderly fashion, surrounding a huge isolation box, and then looked up at the sky.

boom!
A powerful shockwave created visible circular ripples on the ground, accompanied by a strong tremor. The leader of the Crimson Heavenly Kingdom Front, the Son of God, descended from the sky, his scarlet cloak fluttering like a flag behind him.

Then came Princess Diana of Paradise Island, along with The Flash, Hawkman, and Lantern Man—almost all the major figures of the Red Kingdom faction had arrived.

Red Spider swept over the heads of these giants, laughing loudly, "I have completed the task of the Supreme Master, Karl El, now it's your turn to perform!"

Superman nodded seriously, then looked at the isolation box with everyone else.

Inside the isolation box, the insect queen, which had grown to the height of a person, was excitedly flying back and forth around the edge of the box, her hacksaw-like wings beating out sound waves at near-sonic speeds.

"The night is dark, the day is bright. Evil traitors and villains fear my divine light. Divine fire will burn them, those who oppose me will perish. Fear is the source, the authority of Gogmora!"

Superman sighed softly, "They haven't changed at all, nor do they have the slightest motivation or idea to move forward."

"If they cannot progress with us and advance with the Red Heaven, then let us give them a chance to change."

"Afra, you were born in accordance with the will of Emperor Gogmora, but from now on you must obey my will!"

The insect queen in the isolation box stared into Superman's eyes with her compound eyes, then slowly nodded.

"Open the box and let her out!" Superman nodded and gave the order.

But before the surrounding metal legion could move, the entire isolation box was sliced ​​apart by the mother insect's hacksaw wings and instantly turned into dust, scattering across the ground.

The mother insect was born, emitting a sharp chirping sound, eagerly awaiting Superman's instructions.

“Go, devour everything you should devour, create everything you should create, destroy everything you should destroy, we are right behind you.”

Superman raised his hands, "Let's start changing the whole world and destroy all those erroneous social and civilized ideas!"

……

"You are not wrong, and I am not wrong either. It's just that I am stronger, stronger than both of you!"

Charon sits atop the Tower of Babel, supported by countless steel structures that resemble a throne, cradle his towering figure.

“Therefore, I will set the rules of the game. Don’t let your momentary impulses and anger cloud your judgment,” Caron said, looking down at the witch and the prodigal son. “I indulge them because they have value.”

"But you will die by my hand!"

(End of this chapter)