Even Charles hadn't anticipated the extent of Daniel's methods.
Charles had originally planned to merely steal the Primordial Core Weapons from the Artists, hitting them hard with a surprise loss.
But now, even Charles—the man known as the most ruthless merchant alive—was stunned. Daniel's approach wasn't just about making the Artists bleed.
He had swallowed them whole.
Saying he had stripped them to the bone wouldn't even begin to describe it.
If Charles were on the scene right now, he would probably be roaring at Daniel in disbelief:
"Tell me the truth—who's the real black-hearted merchant here?!"
Above the heads of countless Artists, streaks of glowing "meteors" rained down from the skies.
Within seconds, they were all dead.
Some had died peacefully in their sleep—never even knowing what had hit them.
Others were less fortunate. They awoke just in time to see their bodies smashed into pulp—an image so horrifying, they couldn't even die with dignity.
