Chapter 146 Power
Several hundred Sleepers stared at the disfigured body, horrified. Jubei's scale armor disappeared in a rain of light, leaving him dressed only in torn, bloodied rags. A surprised, dazed expression was still frozen on his face.
Awash in blood and broken, the man who had been proud and defiant just a minute ago was now nothing but a pathetic corpse. He was sprawled on the floor in a glistening crimson puddle, reminding everyone of one simple truth.
Never, ever dare to disobey Gunlaug, the Bright Lord.
Or you'll end up just the sa.
Sunny was probably one of the only two people in the grand hall who wasn't looking at the corpse. Instead, he was looking at Harus.
Harus himself was staring at the wall, absolutely disinterested in the grueso fruit of his dark labor.
'What else was I hoping for? Stupid. Hope… hope is a poison. It will only get you killed.'
Sunny knew all the facts, but only now had he finally understood how hopeless it was to even think about challenging the Golden Serpent.
Everything in the Dark City was designed to make him and his army invincible. That was how the damn hunchback had managed to defeat the experienced hunter from the outer settlent so easily, using nothing but his raw strength. He hadn't even had to show his Aspect Ability. Why was the divide in their physical prowess so vast?
That was because with every human in the Dark City possessing the sa dormant core, there were only two things that could make soone more powerful than the rest: Soul Essence and mories.
And both were monopolized by Gunlaug.
Only he possessed the manpower and knowledge to freely hunt in the Dark City. This way, he had beco the only person with a reliable source of both Soul Shards and mories in his possession.
Whatever crumbs the independent hunters were able to acquire would inevitably end up in his hands, too, because Gunlaug also controlled the primitive economy in this cursed place. By providing food and safety in exchange for the so-called "tribute
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