How Many Divisions Does Netahu Have?

Ian's voice, clear and sharp, echoed throughout the arena.

If it were just a teenager of this age speaking, everyone present would probably burst into laughter and treat it as a joke.

But when... this boy was able to easily lead and command a group of terrifying Red Giants.

No one could laugh out loud at the scene before them.

The First Prince, Ben Kafka, along with the powerful Minister Oster and a group of people around him, all looked at the boy standing tall in front of them with grim expressions.

"Snort!"

Kafka snorted coldly, his face darkening.

This guy clearly doesn't quite understand the current situation, or rather, his long-standing position of respect has made him lose his sense of awe.

Younian's departure was not without reason.

This guy... is definitely not someone I can help...

Minister Oster, standing to the side, was like a cunning old fox. He was not stupid and naturally Byakugan.

The opponent... is a truly formidable individual force that even V5 would fear.

If this young man were to become enraged, he could easily annihilate everyone present.

Therefore, regarding the attitude towards Kafka.

He felt a chill in his heart. He used to "admire" the First Prince's foolishness because he would be the best medium through which he manipulated the entire kingdom.

But now... he only hates that the other person is incredibly stupid.

They had absolutely no idea who controlled their lives.

"Um?"

To be honest, even Ian was taken aback when Kafka let out a cold snort, glancing at him with some surprise.

Good heavens... such a fierce and brave person!

Ian, of course, had no intention of indulging the other party and immediately imposed a [Cursed Camera] package.

With a wave of his hand, Ian conjured a camera in mid-air.

This is the first time since the Cursed Camera appeared in this world that it has been used against an ordinary person.

"Snap!"

Ian casually tossed the washed doll to the Toy Soldiers behind him, and then a brutal and inhumane ordeal began.

One drawback of the [Cursed Camera] is that it cannot kill enemies.

Even if a fatal wound is inflicted on Cursed Doll, it won't actually kill the enemy.

The [Cursed Camera] also has one advantage...

That is... being unable to kill the enemy.

According to Ian's observation, Feitan, though he didn't say it, had been eyeing his camera for a long time.

For a man as valiant as Kafka, Ian naturally chose to repay his bravery.

"Ah--"

Soon, screams of agony echoed across the field.

All the dignitaries present stared in horror, their eyes wide, and they staggered backward, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.

First Prince Kafka's body was like a tattered doll.

Suddenly, the arms and legs began to twist and bend in a bizarre manner.

It must be said that, apart from facing Ian, the Toy Soldiers are brutal in their methods against all enemies.

Kafka's Cursed Doll fell into their hands.

At that moment, he probably only had one thought in his mind: how to die as soon as possible.

In the Kung Fu Hustle of an eye.

Kafka then lost his previous arrogance, or rather, he lost his humanity.

It looked exactly like a puddle of mud.

He probably never imagined he would end up like this.

His face was deathly pale and distorted, his features withered and his eyes vacant.

In less than a minute, the First Prince, who had just been so poised and confident, had become like a piece of meat on a chopping block, completely at the mercy of others.

This incredibly impactful scene left all the dignitaries present speechless, barely daring to breathe.

Even...

Even the delirious King, who had been tightly held by the Toy Soldiers, stopped howling, his turbid eyes now staring in terror at the fate of his First Prince Kafka.

After witnessing his son's fate, the King seemed to have become much more sober.

The entire stadium was completely silent.

As for Minister Oster and the other ministers, some were so frightened they wet themselves, while others looked ashen-faced.

Minister Oster glanced at the First Prince's pitiful state with undisguised shock in his eyes, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, trembled uncontrollably.

They've come with ill intentions!

Having experienced countless political struggles, he had even guessed his own fate at this moment.

I'm afraid... he won't have the chance to see tomorrow's sun.

After all, he was very clear about how many conspiracies he had participated in against this terrifying teenager.

Even if he was misled by certain important figures in V5.

But is this kind of thing important?

Even if the boy in front of me knew the truth, he probably wouldn't hesitate to attack me.

Because... as a minister of the kingdom, that's exactly how Oster himself acted.

He knew all too well how those in positions of power, who held the power to control others' lives, viewed the lives of others as insignificant as ants.

That is precisely why.

Even though he was very old, he still feared death.

But what worried him most was that even if he himself died here, it wouldn't matter, but what would become of his Oster family, which relied entirely on his roots in this country.

However, he soon lost interest in thinking about these things.

"Seriously, what are you all so afraid of?"

Ian heard Kafka's screams, but remained unmoved, even frowning, before becoming somewhat angry.

Every single one of these guys here, kill them without hesitation!

"Whoosh!"

He simply raised a finger and pointed it at the crowd in front of him.

His expression was cold, and invisible Nen gathered at his fingertips.

Before the many powerful and influential people present could understand what was happening, the next moment, a fat and greasy official in the crowd suddenly had his head explode like a watermelon.

The red and white stains blended together, splashing onto the people around them.

"Ah!!"

The crowd screamed in terror and began to frantically try to escape!

However, Ian did not stop what he was doing, his expression cold.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The invisible Nen, after being condensed, compressed, and exploded by him, was like sweeping through a crowd with an invisible pistol.

It only took a short while.

The ground was littered with corpses, and all the officials were frantically trying to escape like headless flies.

The gates leading out of the palace had already been blocked by giant red Toy Soldiers, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"Did you scream like this when you were discussing how to deal with me?"

"So I find it hard to understand why you want to provoke me..."

After venting his anger, Ian's agitated mood calmed down a little.

However, nearly half of the high-ranking ministers of the Gogar Kingdom are already dead.

Minister Oster, however, did not move.

The main problem was that his elderly legs were so weak with fear, and the constant sight of dead bodies around him had caused his forehead to be covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.

This is what it means to confront the fear of death head-on.

He didn't dare to breathe.

Seeing that he hadn't moved an inch, Ian was quite curious. He glanced at him with an approving look and said casually.

"You old codger, you seem to still have some guts."

"Enough with the small talk. I'm sure you know exactly why I'm here. If you don't bother me, we'll keep to ourselves. But since you want to stir up trouble, here I am."

At this point, Ian shook his head, looking puzzled.

"However... I've thought about it again and again, but I still can't understand how you dare to have such thoughts?"

"Is it because I've stayed in Ejin City and haven't come to cause you any trouble that you've given yourself so much courage?"

Ian shook his head; life or death was uncertain.

Oster lowered his eyes, his breathing became slightly rapid, and after a moment of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yes... it was because I was misled by Netahu of V5 that I had such an unrealistic and foolish idea..."

Even if you know the outcome.

However, this high-ranking minister still tried to explain his actions, not wanting to die.

Of course... if life could be lived again.

He would never take such a huge risk and believe the promises made by Netahu.

The young man before him was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

"V5... Netahu?"

Ian narrowed his eyes and muttered the name; it did sound somewhat familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, I finally remembered. I seemed to have heard this name from Vollar and Yuliya.

But.

They seemed to be talking about a guy named Bono?

I wonder what the relationship is between those two. I'll ask Vollar when I get back.

Ian pondered for a moment, lost in thought, and then a thought came to him.

He certainly didn't want to be the target of anyone's attention.

"That Netahu, you should contact him now..."

Ian raised his hand and pointed to Minister Oster in front of him, giving the order in a calm tone.