He Became A Monstrous Genius After Obtaining A Time Dilation Artifact-Chapter 455. The Iron Fang Syndicate

The chaotic zone x77 was alive with movement and noise.

Even after the destruction of the Davy Jones Pirate Agency and the Barbosa Crew, whispers spread across the expanse like wildfire.

Kailen Darkhaven floated calmly in his spaceship.

He had come across a new target, an organisation that fit the requirements of the mission completely.

His attention fell on the Iron Fang Syndicate, a group that had grown dangerously fast in the last few months. Their leaders were powerful , at the intermediate stage galactic level, and therefore, he was physically not a match for them.

That however didn’t mean he couldn’t eliminate them.

From what Kailen’s shadow hounds observed, the Iron Fangs were ruthless, organized, and highly dependent on their communication rune-inscribed artifacts.

Every plan, every heist, every territorial adjustment relied on these artifacts. Their prioritised messages resonated constantly between towers, ships, and field operatives, maintaining a facade of unity and coordination.

The syndicate’s work was simple but effective, as they raided trade convoys, captured rare resources, and enslaved sentient beings for labor or sale.

Their specialty was timing and coordination; no single antagonizing factor was strong enough to challenge them alone, but together, they moved with extreme efficiency.

They were also cunning, using misinformation and staged betrayals to sow distrust in neighboring groups, further solidifying their power while keeping the zone unstable.

These guys were really cunning.

Kailen studied them through the shadow hounds’ eyes, noting every practice , every patrol pattern, and every flaw in their network. They were strong, yes, but overconfident, overly dependent as they trusted their communication system more than their own instincts.

He smiled lightly.

The plan was simple.

Two of the shadow hounds infiltrated, moving along the outer perimeter of the Iron Fang Syndicate, observing patrols and noting weak points.

The third shadow hound entered the syndicate’s main tower, where a dozen high-ranking members were discussing their next moves.

The room was large, elite by the standards of x77, but humble compared to the estates of places like the Astral Empire.

Holographic displays lined the room, communication rune-inscribed artifacts placed here and there.

Without a sound, the shadow hound, well-versed in runes like Kailen’s other shadow creatures, tampered with the communication rune-inscribed artifacts.

A slight adjustment here, a gentle interference there—no one would suspect an outside force. Orders intended for one captain were sent to another.

Time-sensitive coordinates were messed with, disorganized and contradictory as alerts contradicted one another.

Messages arrived late, then repeated, then vanished entirely.

Confusion spread instantly amongst the members of the syndicate.

The Iron Fang Syndicate’s leaders shouted over each other, calling for reports, trying to decipher which orders were real.

Subordinates, unable to verify commands, hesitated or acted based on wrong instructions.

Ships left docks without coordination. Teams sent to raid the same target collided mid-space.

Guards were reassigned unnecessarily, leaving actual points of interest undefended.

It was pure anarchy, disorder, and chaos.

Kailen observed it all, through the eyes of the shadow creatures, satisfied.

The Iron Fangs had trained for unpredictablities—but not this kind.

Over the next few moments , the syndicate collapsed under its own miscommunication.

Field leaders accused one another of betrayal. Patrols turned back the way they came , wasting hours that should have been spent on attacks.

Strategic points were left unguarded. Some factions within the syndicate mistook misdirected orders as evidence of insurrection and struck each other down before confirming the facts.

From Kailen’s view , it was like watching a predator calmly feeding on a herd as it turned on itself.

He didn’t touch a single syndicate member.

The shadow hounds and his subtle manipulations were enough.

In the control tower of the Iron Fang Syndicate, a lieutenant slammed his fist against the desk.

"Why are our messages coming in scrambled? Did someone interrupt with our communication signals and mess with our runes?"

"No, our secrets are our secrets. How could someone get to know about our communication runes?" another shouted, "it must be internal sabotage! One of our own has betrayed us!"

Arguments erupted. Leaders shouted, accusing each other.

Conflicting reports caused hesitation, and hesitation in chaotic zone x77 was fatal.

Entire squads were caught unprepared as patrols clashed by accident, allies clashing with allies instead of enemies.

Meanwhile, the shadow hounds left the wreckage, unnoticed, returning to the shadow expanse, ensuring Kailen’s interference remained invisible.

Every message they intercepted, every machination of disorder they initiated was untraceable.

No one could even imagine the mastermind behind the chaos.

In a short moment, the Iron Fang Syndicate had destroyed itself almost completely.

The few survivors fled, abandoning the syndicate entirely. Reports of betrayal, attacks from within, and total collapse spread through the territory and x77 like a storm.

Other factions ,individuals , whispered in awe and fear.

"Did you hear about the Iron Fangs?"

"Yeah... their leaders turned on each other overnight. None of them survived."

"Crazy... who could do that?"

"I heard someone tampered with their communication network."

"Yeah, no one knows how it happened but it occurred."

Kailen watched the whispers spread from his spaceship, completely unfazed.

No one would know it was him. No one would ever trace it back. And yet, the zone had just been thinned of a dangerous, growing faction.

He leaned back in his chair.

He muttered. "Let’s see who else needs cleaning."

And in chaotic zone x77, another story suddenly began to circulate—an invisible hand turning allies against each other, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

The Iron Fang Syndicate was not the end.

Kailen artifacted different methods, operating from the shadows, using schemes, thinning the zone.

Kailen Darkhaven did not pause.

****

Two weeks later...

"Seriously, the Ghost Hand has struck again. The mysterious person destroyed a Black Market Station "

"Whoever this mysterious person playing God is, they are really dangerous."

"At this point, no one can deny that someone is behind the sudden disappearances of these factions in the zone."

"The methods are different, but the outcome is clear. It’s definitely one person, or one organisation targeting the others."

"People are calling whoever is behind this the Ghost Hand, because they operate like a Ghost."

Kailen, seated in his spaceship calmly, sighed.

"Ghost Hand huh. Seriously, what’s with people and their cliché naming sense?"

The time dilation artifact hovering around him clicked her tongue. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Oh come on kid, you are enjoying this."

"Fuck off."

" What you say little bitch"

" I was dreaming, golden finger"