Ice shattered as it hit the naked, and muscular body of Dexter. Shards slowly evaporating as they touched the ground.

"Ahh... so refreshing..." he muttered.

"Heal..."

Upon casting heal on himself, Dexter changed his Holy Staff into a scimitar.

"Number One, go help the others looting the people below, I can manage it here..."

Shai bit her lips, after realizing she was useless in the fight, she turned around and immediately jumped down the pit.

"aaahhhhhhh!" She screamed, not knowing it was too high.

Dexter sighed, then stared back again at the four remaining mercenaries

"So... what now? You leave... or we fight? Up to you..."

FireSnapper stared at Dexter's eyes, then at his scimitar; he had already experienced fighting him. Changing equipment mid-fight was broken cheat.

"We will leave..." said FireSnapper.

"Huh?! Why? He is alone!" said one of his party.

"I said We leave! Now!"

FireSnapper immediately mounted his Warhorse without looking at his party, hoping they would not try to start a fight with the cheater who once almost completely wiped out his former party.

"Ah... just like that?" Dexter said, scratching his back with the scimitar.

FireSnapper heaved, suppressing his anger. He looked back and stared at Dexter for too long before throwing him his Ice Crystal.

"I think that's enough for you to let us leave, right?"

Dexter then studied the Ice Crystal. Though he was shocked, he didn't show it in his appearance.

"Okay... you can leave now... Also, if you have anything to say to your guild, tell them to leave the Limitless Alliance as soon as they can."

"...And why?"

"Hmmm... nothing, just being a good man for a while," Dexter said, grinning.

He watched them leave. Though some of the mercenaries were looking back at him, he just smiled back at them without moving from his spot.

"/inspect"

[Tier X Ice Crystal (Masterpiece) - Crafted by !@#$%^&*]

Dexter laughed softly, until it turned into something hysterical.

"Master... Oh Master... you still got some remnant here... This item will fetch a high price if I sell it on the Black Inn, a billion or two, I guess..." Dexter giggled.

"I'm FUCKING RICH!"

"Though I'm really rich... BUT STILL I'M RICH! HA! HA! HA!"

FireSnapper, who had looted his Ice Crystal from a World Boss, didn't know the real value of his weapon. Though it would only get him maybe a hundred million in the market, with the signature name of Gridlock, now deleted... it could get him enough coins to live the tutorial life with extravagance.

Looking below the pit, Dexter crouched at the side and stared towards his party busy fighting the people down below.

"Still not finished yet?"

Rubbing his forehead, Dexter watched how the Mercenaries massacred the Numbers.

Though the Numbers were plenty, their level was not high enough to contend with high level players who were wearing their best gears inside the PK zone, yet, as usual, they would end up winning because Stella, without rest, continued resurrecting them each time they died.

The Mercenaries died one by one after their healer died from focused fire, after which, everyone lost SP, making them paralyzed, granting the Numbers to easily target unmoving objects.

"I think they enjoyed dying too much that they forgot how to dodge... Did I make something like 'Suicide Squad'?"

"Should I try it? The No-Brainer-Style?"

Dexter giggled, like someone lonely laughing with his own joke.

(Mojomojo: There's a problem...)

'/g What?'

(Mojomojo: There's hundreds of Ninjas waiting outside...)

'/g Idiot... how valuable are you they waiting for you outside? Tell me or we will abort retrieval... you know it's easy to remove and block you from the guild... than guess your life's worth.'

Dexter waited a few minutes for his reply, just enough for the Numbers to complete their looting.

He then stored everything inside his bracers to eliminate weight and inventory limit, including the Merchant Mammoth that was still alive. Selling it in the market would bring him around 250m worth of coins, though he wanted it to be a display in the Guild Island, a sign of being rich.

"At last... my plan to get a mammoth calf in Uncharted Zone is already completed... though I got it in Warring Kingdom... Still! As the saying goes... 'the end justify the means'."

While laughing, Dexter squinted his eyes at Mojomojo's message.

(Mojomojo: I got a billion coins in me right now...)

Dexter's mouth opened wide in shock.

'/g How the hell are you having that kind of coins with you... idiot! You should've bought all of it as Combat Mastery Tomes then leveled up your gears, now you're stuck in a washing machine waiting to be fuck...'

(Mojomojo: I... I haven't thought of that...)

Dexter then looked at his Numbers, smiling after thinking of building the No-Brainer-Squad.

'/g Here's what we are gonna do... We will spread the word of someone inside having a hundred billions stuck in that dungeon... I'm sure all the guilds will get intrigued by it... Any name you want me to spread as the scapegoat?'

(Mojomojo: Kaene... make him my scapegoat.)

'/g Don't worry... I got you, you're my guild member now... I'll surely protect you.'

Inside the dungeon, Mojomojo sat above the broken wall, unsure if there was no hidden agenda with his guild leader saying he would save him.

Though the plan was feasible, to let someone be the bait, it'll be easier for him to escape, he could only just deny that he doesn't have the coins.

But the problem is, what if someone inspected his inventory before he could be allowed to escape the zone.

'The more I wait here... the more it's getting dangerous and chaotic... how many factions now were fighting for these few coins of mine, and that leader of mine also wants to spread more chaos because of it... what is he really planning doing this...'

'Well, I couldn't do anything as of now... Should I try clearing the dungeon myself? Or should I just sleep all day long... I don't know anymore...'