Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System-Chapter 69: The Prime Ten

The Primes watched the genocide Piolet and his team had done. They watched the dead bodies of their fellow beasts and family members. Just a week ago, when they were going deep into the cave to cultivate, they had seen the people of the beast land happily living, but now... they very same people were piled up in the corpses. Their eyes no longer had light, they were gone.

The primes paid their respect to the dead by closing their eyes. And then, they began their counterattack.

They moved like ghosts.

One leapt into the air and sliced through two mercs before landing. Another spun with his twin scythes, cleaving limbs and armor with ease. A female warrior launched a volley of energy discs that cut through shields like butter. A massive gorilla-type Prime grabbed a merc mid-dash and crushed his exosuit like it was paper, then hurled his broken body into a group nearby.

It was chaos—for the mercs.

They hadn’t expected this.

In just five minutes, a dozen elite mercs lay dead. Not wounded, but dead. Clean cuts, precision strikes. These weren’t wild beasts.

They were trained warriors.

The ground shook again.

This time, not from the Prime Ten—but from the ship.

Hatches cracked open and slammed down with a thunderous echo. Another wave of mercs stepped out, but they weren’t like the others. These were heavy unit soldiers—each nearly three meters tall, fully equipped in reinforced mecha-armor.

Hydraulic limbs. Mounted laser cannons. Rocket pods on their backs. Shields projected from their arms, and their helmets glowed with hunter-red optics.

Xavier took a step back. "What the hell are those..."

"High-tier war machines," Lyra growled. "They’re bringing in their big guns."

The Prime Ten regrouped, forming a line. They didn’t flinch. Even with the odds stacked against them, their presence didn’t falter.

The heavy mercs opened fire. Beams of focused light scorched across the battlefield, melting stone and steel alike. A single blast blew a crater ten meters wide. The Prime Ten dodged and countered, some using cloaks, others using terrain. They moved fast—inhumanly fast—but not fast enough.

One of the ten caught a direct hit.

Gone. In an instant! Disappeared into nothing!

Another was clipped by a laser cannon, crashing into the rubble, his armor smoking.

But even as the Prime Ten fell, they didn’t go quietly.

The panther-like fighter dashed between two heavy units, sliced into the joints of their exosuits, and overloaded their reactors. One of the heavy mercs exploded in a burst of flames, the other fell back with smoke pouring from its back vents.

The Prime Bear warrior grabbed the leg of another mech and, using his sheer brute force, ripped the cannon clean off its arm, then jammed it into the unit’s chest and fired. The merc crumpled into sparks and metal shards.

They had taken down two of the monsters.

But the cost...

Six of the Prime Ten now lay unmoving. Four remained, circling tighter, bodies burned and suits cracked.

Piolet watched the scene, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

"Not bad," he muttered. "Not bad at all."

He looked over his shoulder at the ship. "Send the Titans."

From deep inside the ship, a new hum began to build—a low, mechanical growl, like a sleeping beast waking up.

And Xavier felt it in his bones—something worse was coming.

Something far beyond what they’d seen so far.

The air went still.

That hum—the mechanical growl—was getting louder. Like something breathing. Something enormous.

The ship rumbled again. Parts of its surface shifted, slowly, but surely.

Then it dropped.

A monolith.

The Titan.

It wasn’t just a machine—it was a walking fortress. Eight meters tall. Humanoid, but barely. Its limbs were layered with rotating plates, neon circuits running through like veins. Twin barrels protruded from its shoulders, and its face—if it had one—was a cold, steel dome with a single vertical red line glowing across the front.

It hit the ground with a boom that cracked the crater’s floor.

"Kikiki!" Piolet laughed out loud. "This is my favorite pet. I designed it personally, and it’s only purpose is to annihilate everything that stands in its way."

The four remaining Prime Beasts didn’t wait. They charged as one.

The fastest among them—a falcon-type with razor wings—darted into the sky, dodging incoming blasts and slamming a charged spear into the Titan’s upper plate. Sparks erupted, but it didn’t pierce.

The second—a heavyset rhino-type—rushed in low, pushing forward with a reinforced kinetic shield. He bashed into the Titan’s leg with enough force to shake it—but it didn’t fall.

The lioness—graceful but deadly—used a whip of searing energy to entangle its arm and pull. The gorilla-type leapt off rubble and brought both fists down on the Titan’s shoulder joint.

This time, the impact left a mark. A piece of the outer armor cracked.

Xavier and Lyra watched from a distance, standing behind a formation of shielding beasts. The children were behind them. The sky was full of smoke, plasma light, and the howl of engines.

"They’re doing it..." Xavier whispered. "They’re actually hurting it..."

The Titan froze.

Its red line pulsed once—twice.

And then it roared.

A burst of energy exploded outward from its chest—shockwave strong enough to throw back the rhino and lioness. The falcon in the sky faltered mid-air. His wings glitched.

The gorilla tried to leap again, but the Titan grabbed him mid-jump and slammed him into the ground with enough force to leave a crater. And before he could rise, the title crushed his head under its feet.

The falcon dived again, trying to land a critical hit—but mid-flight, the Titan raised its arm and a miniature railgun emerged from its wrist. A single shot.

Boom.

The falcon dropped like a rock, burned like charcoal, wings shredded.

Two left now—the lioness and the rhino.

They stood side-by-side, panting and bleeding. They knew they wouldn’t survive this, but they didn’t run away. They stayed to protect the people of the beast land.

They exchanged a glance.

They nodded.

Then they went all in.

The lioness used her whip to blind the Titan’s sensors while the rhino charged, full power, a roar that echoed across the land.

He struck the Titan dead center.

The ground cracked beneath them.

The Titan staggered.

And for a second—

A brief, beautiful second—

It fell.

Dust flew. The battlefield paused. Even the mercs stilled.

From the smoke, the lioness crawled out. Her leg was twisted, her arm limp, but her eyes... were burning.

Xavier’s heart was racing.

"They did it..." someone whispered.

But no one cheered.

Because from beneath the rubble... metal shifted.

A hand emerged.

Then the arm.

The Titan rose—slowly, with eerie calm.

Its armor was scorched. One cannon was half-melted. Its red line now flickered erratically.

But it stood.

It aimed.

And fired.

The rhino tried to shield the lioness, but the blast took them both.

Gone. Turned into Ash.

Silence.

Xavier clenched his fists, his heart pounding so hard he felt it in his ears.

The Prime Ten... were gone.

Not a single one left standing.

And yet, the Titan still towered over the battlefield, its joints sparking, its frame dented—but very much alive.

The Beast Land was on the verge of collapse.

And Piolet... hadn’t even moved yet.