I Killed the Hero and Took His Achievements-Chapter 21: The Constellation of Audacity

Chapter 21: The Constellation of Audacity

[Location: The Imperial Treasury - Winterhold]

[Status: Counting Money.]

"One million... two million... three million..." Ahri was sitting on a pile of gold coins while tossing them into the air. "Master, we have too much money."

"There is no such thing as too much money," I said sublimely while leaning back on my throne.

I was testing my new Class Skill: [Liquidate]. I picked up a rusty goblin sword from the loot pile. "Liquidate." FLASH. The sword dissolved into golden light, then it reformed into a small stack of coins. [+5 Gold.] "Trash," I whispered.

I picked up the severed head of Demon General Moloch (which I had kept in the ring before his body fade away as a killing trophy). "Liquidate." FLASH. The head shrieked silently as it turned into pure cash. [+50,000 Gold.]

"Better." This skill was broken. I could turn anything into gold. Corpses, debris and even evidence.

"Boss," Seraphina walked in while holding a scroll. She looked disturbed. "We have an issue."

"Did the Pope wake up?"

"No. It’s... something bigger than that." She handed me the scroll. It was glowing with natural starlight.

[System Notification: Cosmic Mail.]

[Sender: The Monarch of Greed.]

[Priority: Urgent.]

I opened it right away.

The text wasn’t ink. It was starlight ink that scorched the paper. Here was the letter:

"To the thief called Cain Cross. You stole my Dungeon, my General, and stole my power. I am watching you. Your soul shines with the color of an authentic Avarice. It is creepy but it is... exquisite, magnificent. I offer you a Sponsorship. Accept my Brand. Become my Messenger. For I will give you the power to buy stars. If you refuse... I will erase your existence."

[Accept / Refuse]

Ahri peered over my shoulder. "A foreign sponsorship? That’s huge! Usually, only Level 80 Heroes get those!"

"If you accept, you get insane stats," Sylvia added. "But... you’ll become his servant."

I looked at the options.

[A] Accept: +100 All Stats. Unique Skill ’Midas Touch’. Become a Slave to Monarch of Greed.

[B] Refuse: Get hunted by cosmic horrors.

I laughed maniacally. I took out an imperial quill on my table, then I wrote my reply on the bottom of the scroll.

"Dear Greed, I don’t work for minimum wage. Also, your branding sucks bro. Frankly, Cain."

I then burned the scroll with Void Fire.

[System Alert!]

[You have rejected a Foreign Force!]

[The Monarch of Greed is immensely displeased.]

[Relationship Status: Hostile.]

"You... you just rejected a God?" Seraphina gasped deeply.

"He’s not a God," I said.

I stood up. "Prepare the ship. We’re leaving the North."

"Where are we going now?"

"To the Neutral Zone. The Great Floating City of Arcadia."

"Why?"

"Because," I pulled out a map. "The Third Wave isn’t monsters. Instead, It’s Transmigrators."

Ahri squinted her eyes. "Transmigrators? Who are they?"

"They were Hero Party summoned by neighboring continent. Probably from desolated planet far from any of us hence easy to summon. They are arriving in Arcadia in two days."

I grinned mischievously. "They think they are here to save the world. I’m going to greet them."

"And then?" Sylvia asked.

"And then I’m going to scam them out of their pockets," I smiled wickedly.

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[Location: The Skies over the Ocean]

We were flying South-East. The air was getting warmer.

I looked at my crew.

Sylvia (The Mage/Tank).

Seraphina (The Healer/Moral Compass).

Ahri (The DPS/Mascot).

Glacies (The Nuke).

We were strong. But against a "Chosen Hero" team with dense plot armor? We needed an edge.

"System," I commanded. "Open Class Shop."

[Chaos Broker Shop]

[Currency: Gold.]

This was the perk of my new class. I could buy System Upgrades with Gold.

[Item: Skill Upgrade] - Cost: 100,000 Gold.

[Item: Stat Potion (Permanent)] - Cost: 50,000 Gold.

[Item: Plot Armor Piercing Round (x1)] - Cost: 1,000,000 Gold.

I bought the Plot Armor Piercing Round. It materialized in my hand. A single, golden bullet etched with runes that said "No."

"One shot, one kill," I muttered. I loaded it into my X-99 Sniper Rifle.

"Boss," Seraphina called out. "We’re about to land! Arcadia!"

I looked through the window. Arcadia. The City of Magic. The floating city above the ocean. It was a shining utopia of white marble and waterfalls. 1It was also the location of the Inter-Continental Contest.

"Land the gear down," I ordered. "Let’s go ruin an event."

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[Arcadia - The Grand Plaza]

The city was bustling with people. Flags from every nation in the planet was wiggled by the wind. But the crowd was focused on the central teleporter. A beam of light shot down from the sky.

[System Announcement]

[Inter-Dimensional Summoning Complete.]

[Welcome!]

Five figures stepped out of the light.

The Leader: A Japanese teenager with black hair and a katana. [Name: Kenji]

The Paladin: A blonde girl with huge... armor. [Name: Alice]

The Mage: A guy with glasses adjusting them constantly. [Name: Haru]

The Rogue: Hooded edgelord. [Name: Shadow]

The Archer: Elf girl. [Name: Elara]

The crowd cheered. "The Saviors! The New Heroes!"

Kenji waved, while looking cocky and arrogant. "Yes!" Kenji shouted. "I’m going to be the Harem King!"

I watched from the balcony of a nearby cafe while sipping an espresso.

"He looks weak," Sylvia assessed. "I could easily freeze him to death."

"He will grow fast," I said. "If we leave him alone for a year, he will become stronger than you eventually."

"So we kill him now?" Ahri asked eagerly.

"No."

"Then what do we do?"

I finished every sip of my coffee. "We become his Quest Giver."

I stood up from the chair. "I’m going to offer him a ’Quest’. A quest to go fetch a ’Legendary Item’ from the Dungeon of No Return. I’ll fabricate some things about the dungeon to him. When he goes in. He’ll get trapped there eternally. While he’s stuck in a time loop for a hundred years..." I smiled evilly. "I’ll take his potential Harem. Unless he got out there successfully."

I adjusted my coat to perfection. "It’s showtime."

Think of it like Atlantis.