Ghost Domain-Water World

The Spiked Lizard leaped into the air.

It vaulted over the black-clad man's head and landed on the ground.

"Go! Kill them!"

The black-clad man shouted in an exceptionally sinister tone.

"What's this supposed to be?"

With a flick of his hand, the Third Prince transformed his Fire Wheels into a blaze that enveloped his entire body. "Who do you think you're looking down on? It's just a Malignant Curse-level Weird."

If it had been the Bureau of Special Affairs, a Malignant Curse-level Weird would indeed have been extremely troublesome—something that could not be dealt with without deploying an A-rank Anomaly Tamer.

And given the Bureau of Special Affairs' current pool of talent, A-rank Anomaly Tamers were not people they could mobilize whenever they wanted. It really would have given those Anomaly Tamers at the Bureau of Special Affairs a headache.

But this black-clad man probably had not expected that he was facing Contract Anomalists from the Aberration Association.

Moreover, they were the vanguard team the Aberration Association had sent to another world, every one of them a powerful elite.

Other than those two newcomers, not a single one was below A-rank.

Naturally, the black-clad man knew nothing of this. He still stood there with his arms spread, spouting arrogant nonsense. "Only our god is the ruler of the future. You Anomaly Tamers are nothing but pathetic insects struggling on their last breaths, destined to be eliminated."

"If you choose to join us and come to the right side, perhaps I may forgive your disrespect... Pfft... Urgh!"

The black-clad man was punched into the wall.

"How is that possible?"

He covered his face and spoke in disbelief.

"Huh?"

Standing before him, the Third Prince dug a finger into his ear, his expression unruly. "What have you been blabbering on about