Rewriting the Rules

Sabaody Archipelago · Human Trafficking Market.

The Celestial Dragon slumped on the ground.

His pants were already soaked through. Yellow liquid slowly spread along the cracks between the stone slabs, mixing with dust and sewage as it seeped outward.

The stench was nauseating, and he looked utterly pathetic.

Yet he did not even dare think of covering it up. It was as if all the bones had been pulled from his body.

Crushed to the ground by Rock's presence, even his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He wanted to stand, but his legs would not obey him. He could only sit there like a discarded piece of garbage.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone watched, but not a single person dared make a sound.

The once-arrogant buyers shut their mouths, while the slave traders calling out their wares froze in place.

As if making even the slightest noise would bring Thunder down upon them.

The Cipher Pol agents lowered their heads, their backs taut, their eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

They knew all too well that with this man standing here, the rules no longer applied. Any unnecessary movement would be a death wish.

Meanwhile, the slaves locked in iron cages widened their eyes one after another, their pupils trembling.

Some instinctively gripped the bars, while others even forgot to breathe.

They could not believe what they were seeing.

That was a Celestial Dragon—the highest existence in the world, someone who could decide the life and death of countless people with a single word.

Yet now, he was like a stray dog driven into a dead end, not even daring to bark.

Rock did not repeat himself. He merely took a step forward.

"Tap."

The footstep was light, yet it rang especially clearly amid the silence, like a hammer smashing viciously