CHAPTER 193: CHAPTER 149: THEN, THE WEALTHY MAN PULLED OUT AN IRON BAR AS THICK AS A WRIST!_1

"But at this point, there’s a slight twist in the story!"

"Right, I haven’t yet introduced the background of this family to you all!"

The Dominator’s voice was calm yet compelling, without much emotional fluctuation.

"The wealthy man started from scratch. It wasn’t until his old age that he amassed a considerable fortune!"

"The elder son suffered many hardships, including malnutrition during childhood, which resulted in a frail physique!"

"The second son indulged in wine and women without restraint!"

"And the third son? He was a sports fanatic."

"Therefore, generally speaking, the third son had the best physical attributes!"

"The wealthy man, seeing the eldest son unable to break a bundle of chopsticks, handed the bundle to the third son!"

"What was difficult for the eldest was entirely different for the third son."

"With a SNAP, the third son broke the entire bundle of chopsticks!"

"So, ladies and gentlemen, at this point, you should understand that this isn’t a story about unity!"

It was still the same gentle and magnetic voice as before, but the feeling it conveyed was increasingly different.

This feeling made Wen Yu feel as if he were incessantly sliding into an abyss!

No one expressed any opinion about the Dominator’s story because now all beings could detect something else in his words.

That something was called—malice.

At this point, the Dominator’s tale hadn’t ended.

"The wealthy man, seeing the third son break the bundle of chopsticks, smiled with satisfaction. Then, he brought out a wrist-thick iron bar from under his pillow."

"’Now, you try this,’ the wealthy man said."

"’Dad, it’s simply impossible!’"

"The third son promptly shook his head. To a normal person, a wrist-thick iron bar would be unbreakable."

"So, I’ve figured out a way to distribute my property!"

"The wealthy man allocated all his assets to his eldest son. Since the eldest had suffered hardships since childhood, he naturally understood the hard-earned nature of money. Also, having often been by his father’s side, he had learned a lot about business from him."

"Moreover, the wealthy man made a will, stipulating that his eldest son, who was to inherit all his property, give his two younger brothers a sum of money every month so they could do as they pleased."

"Can you guess what happened in the end?"

"After the wealthy man passed away, the eldest son’s business flourished. Then, the eldest son purchased a trust for his second and third brothers. Each year, they received a considerable sum of money, sufficient to support their expenses."

"A perfect ending, isn’t it?"

"So, what lesson does this story teach us?"

The entire place was eerily silent.

Because this story wasn’t a fairy tale or an inspiring anecdote. This story was called a dose of toxic truth.

Toxic truths are always realistic, and reality is always cruel!

The Dominator’s voice rang out once again.

"This story teaches us that chopsticks can never rival steel!"

"Chopsticks are just chopsticks; even a hundred of them are no match for steel’s strength and resilience!"

"Power is the same. So-called ’strength in unity’ is a complete joke!"

"Power can only exert its maximum effect when concentrated in the hands of one person!"

"It’s like how, with the same amount of force, an open palm strike will never be as powerful as a fist!"

"And now, you’ve won the war against the Demon Tribe, but you’re still just a bundle of chopsticks! What I need is steel! Even if it’s just one piece!"

"How will I select this steel? By breaking the chopsticks, using their fragments to fuel the furnace, and thereby forging the hardest steel!"

"One of the rules for the Two-Realms Battlefield is: ’The strongest will be decided between the creatures of the Demon Realm and Earth.’"

"Currently, you are merely a powerful side, or perhaps a group! But not *the* strongest!"

"The barrier of the Two-Realms Battlefield will shrink by ten meters every ten minutes. This means its range will become progressively smaller until all creatures within it are eliminated! However, if you can determine the single strongest creature before that happens, the barrier will stop shrinking! And that creature will receive a supreme treasure, personally prepared by me!"

"So, whether to kill or be killed—the choice is yours!"

"So, who among you is the steel I desire? I await with keen anticipation!"

The Dominator’s voice slowly faded, but the shock it delivered left all creatures stunned for a long time.

"I... I quit! I don’t want anything! Dominator, I don’t want anything! I just want to get out of here!"

The first to cry out was a professionist standing not far away.

This professionist’s face was pale; he was clearly devastated by such cruel rules.

Unfortunately, in the apocalypse, and in the eyes of the Dominator, human lives were indeed worthless.

"No. You see, all living beings present have a chance to obtain the final treasure, and your Evolution starting points are mostly the same! Under these circumstances, you still want to quit? You don’t have even a shred of ambition! You lack even an iota of competitive spirit! You have sorely disappointed me!"

"And I never tolerate children who disappoint me!"

The tone of the Dominator’s voice gradually changed.

An emotion of brutal cruelty was clearly revealed in it.

Then, a ball of white light suddenly erupted from the professionist’s body.

It came quickly and vanished just as fast.

Once the white light dissipated, the professionist collapsed weakly to the ground, his face deathly pale.

"My... my power! My power! It’s all gone... My Profession... my skills... my physical attributes... All gone!!!"

"This is your punishment! You must understand, your power originates from me! What I give, I can naturally take back!"

The professionist, now powerless, sat rooted to the spot, muttering like a lost soul, oblivious to the Dominator’s words. He knew that without power, he stood no chance in this Two-Realms Battlefield.

Only death awaited him.

However, all other living beings felt a chill creep through their bodies.

The Dominator’s methods, his disregard for human life as if they were ants, everything about him, filled the professionists with terror.

Wen Yu lowered his head, his fists slowly clenching.

"What is this? What in the world is this?"

"This is murder! You! This! Is! MURDER!"

"Weren’t you helping us? Weren’t you helping us defeat the Demon Tribe? Weren’t you our savior? Our backer? What are you doing now?!"

"What in God’s name are you?"

Wen Yu’s voice started low, then grew progressively louder and more intense, until he finally roared at the sky.

The Dominator’s response, however, was devoid of any emotion.

"First, you must understand this is not murder. This is called survival of the fittest!"

"On this planet, in some remote places, there is an ancient practice called ’rearing Gu’!"

"How does one rear Gu? You make a group of Gu insects fight in a confined space. The strongest one that emerges is the Gu Bug King!"

"Why rear Gu? Because a single Gu Bug King is far stronger than countless ordinary insects!"

"This is the very purpose of the Two-Realms Battlefield!"

"Besides, can you dare say I haven’t helped you? I brought you the Exchange Stone Pillar and the Strengthen system!"

"Without me, what would you be? Without me, could you have defeated the Demon Tribe? Without me, what hope would you have?"

"I am indeed your backer, standing on your side. However, that doesn’t mean I have to act according to your wishes!"

"I’ve told you this much only because you are my chosen Sequence Number 2. I hope you won’t disappoint me."

"Strive to become the steel I need. That is what you should do, and it’s the only thing you *can* do!"

"Otherwise, if you can become Sequence Number 2, then naturally, so can others!"