The Time We Have Spent Training Has Brought Us to the Point Where We Can...

On the deck of a World Government official ship.

Saint Charlos stood at the very center, wearing his signature square helmet and idly playing with a customized hand cannon.

"Respected Saint Charlos."

A CP Agent in a black suit cautiously approached, lowering his head in a bow, his voice unable to conceal its tension:

"This subordinate believes... it is far too dangerous to wander outside. The Dark Man has repeatedly attacked Celestial Dragons who went out. We should..."

Saint Charlos turned around, fury flushing his fat face red. He raised the hand cannon and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The explosive round struck the CP Agent in the chest, instantly blasting open a bloody hole the size of a bowl. The agent looked down at his wound in disbelief and opened his mouth as if to say something, but blood poured from it instead.

He staggered back two steps, then fell stiffly onto the deck, his eyes wide open in death.

"Coward."

Saint Charlos spat and waved at the Holy Land Guard beside him.

"Throw him into the sea to feed the fish. He dared question my decision? I am a descendant of the Creator, a god of this world! Why should I fear a mere criminal?"

The guards stepped forward expressionlessly. Two of them lifted the CP Agent's corpse, carried it to the railing, and tossed it into the sea without hesitation.

The body splashed lightly against the surface before swiftly being swallowed by the wake behind the ship.

All the slaves on deck knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling.

"My apologies for making you see that, Lord Somaz."

Saint Charlos turned toward the other Celestial Dragon beside him, forcing a fawning smile onto his fat face.

"The servants do not know their place. They are always