Darkness.
Still amid darkness.
A shrill, whining howl suddenly rang out.
The sound lasted only a few short breaths before cutting off abruptly.
Immediately afterward.
Something descended without a sound.
-it was a rectangular box.
The moment the box appeared, it merged into the earth and vanished without a trace.
Several monsters hurried over, searched carefully, found nothing, and departed in frustration-
A full two hours passed.
Only then did the rectangular box emerge from underground again.
It slowly transformed into a refined-looking human man in a white shirt and black trousers, wearing a pair of glasses.
"I've reached the Pale World. Send me the target's true name."
The refined-looking man spoke.
He reached into thin air and drew out a pair of sharp claws, deftly slipping them onto his hands before casually flexing them a few times.
He waited a few breaths.
The voice of Destruction Supreme God Adrian rang out from the void:
"Destroyer of the Ruin Ancient God, king of the Shadow World, Withered Killer, were you really the one who accepted the bounty?"
"It was me," the refined-looking man said.
Adrian fell silent for a few breaths before speaking:
"A renowned being like you should already have begun breaking through to the Saint Realm, yet you actually accepted this bounty?"
"I owe Old John a favor," the refined-looking man said flatly.
Adrian's voice continued:
"I see. That Destruction Primordial Spirit's true name is 'Baxter.'"
"-kill him."
"Bring his head to me, and you'll receive a joint reward from the Dream Realm World and the Destruction Faction."
The refined-looking man said, "Are you certain that's his name?"
"Yes," Adrian said.
"Good. As long as he really is in this world, I guarantee he'll die here."
"There's nothing wrong with the intelligence. Old John employed extremely powerful divination