Pirate Kingship-Chapter 592 - 427: Wealth Contest: Giving the Lake Monster a Little Shock from the Rich!

"So fast!"

Byron, using his Divine Sight, saw a glittering female figure appear behind them as if she had teleported.

DING DING DING...

Before they could turn around to launch a preemptive strike, a barrage of bell chimes suddenly erupted beside their ears.

In that instant, a normal person's response would be to immediately create distance from the enemy, then regroup and counterattack when an opportunity arose.

But as they heard the bells, they found their instincts clashing severely with their rationality.

Rationality dictated they turn and face the enemy; instinct, however, beckoned them closer to the figure, even to the point of wanting to merge completely with it.

The most direct sensation was hunger! Not a hunger of the stomach, but... a hunger of the wallet. An incomparable hunger! Only by possessing the figure could they find even slight relief.

Of course, the three of them were not ordinary people; their resistance was much stronger than that of other princes.

Byron possessed the world's most unrestrained "Self God." As long as he wished, he would not be subject to the constraints of base desires or superego morality.

Although Violet was short on money, she had just acquired the armaments industry gifted by Byron. In the Boston Consulting Group matrix of economics, it was both a "cash cow," bringing in a fortune daily, and a "star" experiencing vigorous growth.

Whether for the present or the future, this was more profitable than direct robbery. With unrest on the horizon, forming a military-industrial complex would only lead to even greater earnings.

She had also split Byron's personal savings with Catherine, so she didn't lack spending money for the moment—probably enough to last her at full throttle for about half a year.

As for Atahualpa... he was best ignored in this context.

The three only paused for a fleeting moment before surging forward together again, counterattacking as they widened the distance.

But whether it was Byron's sword-wind capable of severing steel columns, Violet's large-caliber enchanted bullets, or Atahualpa's fireballs, all of their attacks hit nothing.

The strangely dressed female Bizarre was like a reflection on the lake's surface. Even the strongest attacks only caused temporary ripples, after which everything returned to its original state.

The woman remained completely unscathed.

The trio instantly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. This meant the figure was not an independent Bizarre but a part of this Secret Realm's rules.

Unless they could destroy the entire Secret Realm along with it, they couldn't eliminate her through violence, unlike the beavers, frogs, and water snakes that had crawled out of the lake.

"Byron?" Violet turned her head to ask.

Byron shook his head. "No, I can't see the death lines of the entire Secret Realm. 'Whistling Deity's Descent' hasn't yet reached the level where it can cut through anything. To deal with her, we still have to use the rules."

DING DING DING...

The ringing from the Bizarre grew more urgent, drawing the trio's attention back to her.

At first glance, she appeared to be a beautiful young girl with skin as pure and white as silver. However, closer observation revealed she was a non-human entity made entirely of silver.

In the legends of the Sun Empire, gold was the sweat of the Sun God, and silver the tears of the Moon God.

But since no one had ever seen a silver moon, nor had anyone dared to foolishly challenge the authority of the so-called Moon God associated with the blood-red moon, faith in the Moon God was scarce, and silver was valued far less than gold.

However, she was adorned like a nouveau riche terrified that others wouldn't know she was wealthy, draped in all sorts of jewelry.

Dozens of gemstone hairclips, hundreds of bracelets and anklets, hundreds of necklaces, plus gold belts, gold hoops, and rings... Not a single spot on her body was bare; she was a shimmering spectacle of gold and jewels.

Clearly, this was the incarnation of Greed, formed from treasures and the souls of the dead—the Bizarre known as Jibaro, the Lake Succubus.

She made no move to counter their attacks, instead beginning to dance seductively on the spot—a mesmerizing, tempting performance.

To a normal person, watching such an exquisitely beautiful woman dance would typically evoke feelings of lust, akin to those inspired by a succubus.

She, however, was different. It was as if all desires were forcibly channeled into "Greed," and all her dance movements transformed into a blatant display of wealth.

She raised a hand. "Look at my gold bracelets! Aren't they huge? Solid gold, and each one weighs a hefty three pounds, you know!"

She cast a coquettish glance. "And how did you know the hairpins on my head are inlaid with sapphires, tourmalines, and priceless large diamonds?"

She twisted her waist. "Every pearl on my necklaces is larger than a thumb! A single one could keep those paupers fed for a lifetime, imagine that!"

Then, she pointed a foot, the gold tassels on her short skirt—encrusted with various gemstones—jingled. "Possess these, and you could have anything in the world, don't you think?"

"Come now, come now, take them all! With money, you truly can do anything you desire!"

She was like someone ostentatiously munching on an incredibly greasy chicken leg in front of a person who had starved for three days. Every bite dripped with oil, and worst of all, she smacked her lips with every chew.

But the three of them knew that these urges bubbling up from the depths of their hearts were not their own genuine emotions, but the dregs emanating from that incarnation of Greed.

These urges were continuously transmitted to them, with her dance and the ringing bells as the medium.

However, just like with all other Secret Realms and rule-based Bizarres, as long as they didn't violate this Secret Realm's rules against murder or take possession of treasures that didn't belong to them, her ability to harm them was no greater than that of a gentle spring breeze.

The only thing Jibaro, the Lake Succubus, could do was test them with her treasures, goading them into making a mistake themselves.

When she had danced through her routine once, Byron turned to the others, a peculiar expression on his face.