Chapter 82 82:Mr.Silver[II]

Chapter 82 82:Mr.Silver[II]

Leon pondered for a moment, scratching his cheek before responding.

"It's the place beyond the dimensional crack where the Federation formed a defense line. It's a location filled with countless opportunities, allowing one to change their fate and status quo. Is that what you want to say?" Argent interrupted, cutting Leon's speech.

"Not exactly, but almost similar. However, I think it's also a dangerous place, as people say treasures lay in peril. No pain, no gain," Leon added, shrugging.

"At least you are aware of that," Argent's voice carried a hint of sadness.

"Today's generations don't know the true horror of the Dimensional zones. It is a place filled with brutality and death, laying traps to embrace you at each step. Even as people enjoy themselves peacefully here, the war for survival is fought often, and heroes lay down their lives so that otherworlders couldn't breach the barrier."

Argent paused, observing Leon's expression, and tapped on the armrest with a profound expression.

"Amidst all this, our numbers are insufficient to deal with them, and cultivators aren't easy to train. The physical barrier hindering cultivation isn't easy to breach. We need more people, and this is the dire need of the hour. With this, all those who are stuck at Tier 4 would finally advance to Martial Disciple and can go to war."

Leon listened solemnly as the man spoke with a bitter and saddened expression.

"You say we lack numbers, but I can see many groups of cultivating thugs roaming around," Leon snickered.

"First, it's their choice. The Federation has never forced anyone to go to war, and it's detrimental to push unknown groups who might betray. Secondly, those who access the Dimensional Zone must have a clear background, unlike mercenaries whose backgrounds are hidden or anonymous. College graduates are young and it's easier to shape their mindset."

"You old guys surely know how to talk," Leon shook his head in reply.

Knowing how wild these people were, only god knows what kind of trouble they would bring on others.

Leon rubbed his chin and asked the most important question.

"Surprisingly, the Army is using such an organization to do their bidding, isn't it."

Argent smiled, knowing where the question stemmed from as he talked about his dissatisfaction with using Blood Net with his superior during his younger days.

"There is no right or wrong in this world. Only power reigns supreme. Though it's sad and tragic, this is the reality, and no one can change that."

"Hmm!" Leon lowered his head with an inexplicable expression upon hearing this.

In this world, if evil doesn't exist, then instead of peace, it would be the good who turns into evil. It is only because evil exists that good people can act good and curb their ill intentions.

A peaceful world with no evil was nearly impossible until the creator could create a perfectly good being, but he couldn't because he himself wasn't perfect.

And proof of this is the blackening effect where many good people's mindset changes through the journey.

In his past life, there was a gang that terrorized the area and bullied poor people. The people's condition was pitiful. They were poor but forced to pay; if not, they were tortured brutally. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

They were coerced to grow marijuana.

After Leon killed their leader and the group disbanded, the same people who always scream for justice and goodness rose from the ashes and formed their gang by selling the leftover drugs, and very soon doing all nefarious deeds.

The palace that had always been filled with color was now bleak and desolate.

With a grotesque wound carved all over his body, Anthony knelt on the floor begging for mercy.

Before him stood a man with lifeless eyes devoid of any expression.

In his arms, he held his sobbing wife crying pitifully, unable to contain her tears.

"My child... My poor boy... What happened to him?"

"We need to avenge him. I want this world to get burned down with that bastard who killed him."

"Bella.... I will do exactly what you want, but you need to control your emotions."

"How... Ho... do you want me to control it, Jay....Uw...Just how...

uwuwu.'' Bella's voice, engraved in sadness, echoed in the hall.

"How can someone hurt such a sparkling child? What kind of stone-hearted monster can do that?"

Anthony, who shows the couple acts, wanted to ask just from which angle the Young Master looks like a sparkling child but if he did that, he wouldn't be alive.

"Master, don't lose hope. Young Master might still be alive out there. He might have been trapped. We shou...."

BOOOOOM!

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud blast swept around, and Anthony's body, like a cut kite, shot back and blasted against the wall.

"Shut up, Idiot! it's all because of you."

In a panic, Anthony tried to plead.

"Master, listen to me, there was someone who came out with the woman whom Young Master had taken a fancy upon."

Jay stopped and heard what Anthony had to say. As Anthony finished his speech, a strange glint flashed in Jay's eyes, and he waved his hand.

BOOOM!

Anthony burst out like a watermelon and spurting blood; his half-remaining body fell on the ground lifelessly.

"Noel... Noel, I am gonna make your life a living hell," Jay shouted with bloodshot eyes.

With the way things were, Jay didn't give a damn if that guy was the real culprit or not. All he wanted was to vent his immense frustration and take revenge for his son.

However, he was sure that guy knew something because he knew that his son didn't abandon girls he had taken fancy to.

He vowed that he would hunt that bastard down and make him fork out the things about his son's death. Only then can his son's soul rest in peace.