CLANG—CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-LOCK!
Thirty-six ten-foot-thick deadbolts of fifth-dimensional star-adamantium slid into place behind the 100-Ton Author-Proof Safe Door at the back of the Floating Gold Vault.
Huddled inside the inner safe room atop his remaining mountains of divine gold, immortal spirit-stones, and ancient artifacts. The fifty percent of his ten-million-year hoard that he had barely managed to save earlier by severing his siphon hose during fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun’s inhale. The cue-ball-bald, eyebrowless King of Plunder pressed his ear against the inside of the safe door and laughed hysterically:
“Hahaha! Stay out there and fight them by yourself in your pink bunny boxers, Fourth Brother! Better you get stuffed into a burlap potato sack than me!
Even if Gu Changsheng and Luo Qingxue have reached Rank 9 Late, this inner safe door is cast from Primordial Author’s Greed-Gold and engraved with the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s Supreme Plunder Axiom!”
Across the outside of the hundred-ton golden safe door, a line of ancient fifth-dimensional law blazed in arrogant, three-foot-tall gold letters:
> [SUPREME PLUNDER AXIOM: What has entered the Author’s personal pocket and been locked behind this safe door is Private Intellectual Property and can NEVER be taken out by any lower-realm character!]
“Did you read that inscription, Gu Changsheng?!” the bald King of Plunder gloated over the safe door’s external loudspeaker, hugging a diamond-encrusted chest of supreme spirit-veins to his chest. Meanwhile, clutching Golden Fate-Quill #3 in his sweaty right hand.
