Emperor's Reckoning

The multi-worlds were slowly entering an uproar. The currently most wanted man in the mortal world had started his counter attack and the situation turned dire than most. None of them would have ever thought that the young man was capable of turning the offense back. The resources of the Treas family had been challenged. It was never a one-sided game.

His name rose as his fame grew exponentially, aligned with the increased numbers of Treas auction houses that were destroyed singlehandedly. Everyone was looking at the poster that was posted on the walls differently now, especially with the news of his attack waved and crashed against their faces. The smirk on that poster was not a smirk of a madman anymore. The smirk was of that face suddenly had a different meaning.

What was known as a clown young man that offended the Treas's head had turned its status over like the head of a spear. His unbound stands now yielded mysterious status. The backing, the connections, the identity, he was immediately the center of attention. Those bounty hunters immediately think twice, at least those that were keeping up with the news.

"How many is it now...."

"They.... those three are trying to clean them all out!"

"They are not resting! They are not stopping, on to the next and then the next! Destroying the whole building without stopping! Being indifferent of who was standing in their way, those experts followed the demise of the building themselves if they chose to stand with it... they are brutal."

"Who are those three?!"

"I have no idea, but the fact that the word Treas didn't faze them is still concerning."

"That's not what's concerning! The concerning matter was that they also destroyed the artifacts inside!"

Inside a private meeting, ten managers had all gathered in a short time notice. All of them had varying emotions but they were all inside the negative spectrum. Some were angered, some were dejected. All of their resources were destroyed as they speak. The deficit of their fortune was plummeting with every single tick from the clock.

"What do we do now? Are we just going to let them do as they please?"

"My child branches were crying and begging for my help, but I don't understand, even when I send them some, they are all ended up dead instead."

"The auction house is steeping low as we speak, if we don't do something, then our main branch will be next."

"I'm afraid that those three really are linked to the young man the head wanted."

"That's not all," the pot-bellied man finally gave a word before he throw a crumpled poster to the middle of the table.

The rest furrowed their eyebrows before they averted their glance from the center of the table to the pot-bellied man.

"That young man... is putting a bounty against the head."

All of their eyebrows twitched at the same time as they heard what he just said. One of them reached out and took the paper with trembling hands.

"It won't be long until the news reached him, expect some irrational decision and action by then," commented the pot-belied man before he crossed his arms with his eyes closed.

He opened up the crumpled paper before his eyes opened wide.

"What... madman!" shouted the man as he looked at the bounty.

"What is it?"

"What's wrong?"

"Don't just gawk like that and tell us the number! How much is the prize for him?"

"The numbers! Tell us the numbers!"

"There are no numbers!" shouted the man before he threw the paper.

"He is offering some type of service?"

The man refused to answer before he sat back down with his arms crossed.

The pot-bellied man let out a sigh before he opened his narrow eyes, "He, Lyon Torga, is offering a turd.... for his head."

Their ears almost bled when they heard the answer. Sitting at the top of the most influential family, not even the Abyss Assassins would dare to take the mission even if the price was the entire vault of the Treas family. There was a limit that one could do, but there was one thing that deserves to be praise. The audacity of the young man called Lyon Torga.

Not giving a single face to the head of Treas himself. A turd for the prize of his head. It was the ultimate insult that one could get.

"What a savage fellow..."

"With our power divided, we cannot stop this from spreading!"

"He intends to destroy the Treas's reputation."

The pot-bellied man shook his head, "Even worse, he knew that this news would definitely reach the head ears. Even the man that sits on top of the world couldn't help but look down when the latter made enough commotion. His first attack is the one without lifting a finger. He intended to disrupt his calm thinking. Pressuring him further to make irrational decisions that would then turned into our disadvantages."

"But what can we do?"

The pot-bellied man shook his head, "We still have our resources, we must assign the best of the best! The most expert cultivators we can get our hands-on. No matter the price, we must live in order to mend the chaos afterward. I know all of us had steal some fortune from the auction, now is not the time to be corrupted, else we are all doomed."

The rest looked at him before some of them nodded. With how things had escalated, they must not hold reserve to their resources. Cheating on the head of the Treas was a risky move, however, when things comes down to it, it was well worth doing. The latter didn't suspect a thing and it seems like the flow of fortune couldn't run out. Now that the well was being targeted, they couldn't help but stand to guard it, else, they couldn't satiate their greed. However, with every tick of the clock, they knew they were losing more and more.