The First Shot

Kill! Kill! Kill! As long as I wipe out your entire family, it will all belong to me!

No! The family belongs to me! No one will take it from my hands!

Hahahaha! Dear brother, did you know? I'd been thinking about how to get rid of you for over a decade! I never imagined that today, my wish would finally come true.

What a coincidence. I had the same thought. Just as expected of twins—we really are of one mind.

Then let us taste each other's blood.

No, no, no. Blood alone isn't enough. I'll gouge out those beautiful blue eyes of yours and turn them into buttons.

As the evil power of the Devil Egg was unleashed, a cold-weapons version of an anything-goes battle royale erupted throughout the hall within mere minutes.

After all, the more power and resources an upper-class family possessed, the weaker its familial bonds tended to be. The disputes and conflicts of interest among its members were also far more tangled and complicated.

Moskat, as the family's supreme leader, had kept them in check on ordinary days, allowing them to barely maintain a superficial harmony and politeness.

Yet beneath the surface, they had long since been fighting one another to the bitter end.

A Rogue Trader family that had grown to such a scale was already qualified to be called a "dynasty."

It was itself a colossal conglomerate equivalent to a spacefaring East India Company.

To inherit it legally, many were willing to pay any price, even if it meant murdering their fathers and mothers and eliminating every single one of their siblings.

Because the immense power and wealth it possessed were enough to drive 99.9 percent of people mad.

Of course, Moskat himself had played a part in this as well.

He