Holding one dollar implies that the government of Country M owes you one dollar. It’s their responsibility to honor that debt, and you can use it to purchase goods within their territory.Holding an ounce of gold allows you to exchange it for food and supplies in any country, as gold is universally accepted as a valuable metal.Owning oil means you can trade it for countless other items because oil is considered a highly valuable commodity, essential to many industries and convertible into almost any necessity.Simplified, that’s the gist of it. To elaborate further, Country M’s ability to back its dollar stems not only from the value of its goods—which are genuinely excellent and traded widely—but also from the strength of its "fist." Those who refuse to comply are subjected to, well: “human rights interventions."In Hope Town, battle points would be worthless without equivalent resource backing. If you tried to exchange Hope Town battle points in Lakeside, you’d get nothing but a sl

Five minutes later, Osiris finally stepped inside."Leader..."Osiris bowed deeply, his face pale and dazed. Only after a long moment did he straighten up, but his gaze remained fixed on the wall ahead. He didn’t dare look directly at the figure seated before him. A suffocating pressure weighed down on him, filling him with an indescribable fear.Memphis observed Osiris for about ten seconds before withdrawing his Dominance Aura. He then asked calmly,"You accidentally killed a squad member from Team 4?"Hearing this, Osiris’s already pale face turned ashen. A chill seemed to rise from the depths of his soul, spreading across his body. He lowered his gaze for a few seconds, let out a heavy sigh, as if that breath had drained him of all his strength, and said,"Leader... I... I was wrong...""Wrong? How exactly?"Before Osiris could finish, Memphis interrupted him midway. Osiris took a deep breath to regain his composure, but even then, he stammered,"I... I..."Emotionally, the fact t

After confirming that the victim could no longer be saved, he had to collapse onto the ground crying, wailing that it wasn’t intentional. He’d have to explain that he was hallucinating and disoriented from the effects of Soul Suppression, that he was overly worried about the zombie ambush, afraid the monsters would harm his teammates. In his panic, he had unleashed an all-out attack against the zombies, losing control of his energy output, which caused the shockwaves to spread excessively.Following that, he would have to adopt a look of absolute remorse and searing hatred, screaming in anguish as he charged toward the zombie horde, showing a spirit of self-sacrifice in the name of vengeance.Of course, someone would step forward to stop him, console him, and prevent him from doing something reckless.The surrounding teammates would then understand what had happened, avoiding the possibility of misunderstandings, baseless rumors, or gossip spiraling out of control.With such a sequenc

As the mutated crab’s previous attack failed, it raised its massive claw again, this time targeting the human who had dared interrupt its hunt—Starla. Yet before it could launch its second strike, a brilliant, azure-green light streaked across the distant horizon.Whoosh!A dark purple arrow, saturated with intensely concentrated wind energy, hurtled toward the battlefield. The arrow was half a meter wide and three meters long, with a tail trailing a storm of whirling wind energy propelling it at blistering speed.The arrow almost reached the crab’s pincer before its deafening, storm-like roar echoed across the battlefield.This was supersonic speed—the arrow struck before its sound could catch up, shattering the first boundary of classical mechanics."Graaakkkk..."The mutated crab, caught mid-attack, was forced into a reactive defense. Though unprepared, its survival instincts—the most finely tuned aspect of its mutated nature—kicked in. It instinctively raised its massive claw, as

In truth, the Iron Stone zombie horde’s strategy was already highly advanced. The M2 Manipulation Type demonstrated precise, coordinated command, a stark contrast to the clumsy hordes of Pinecrest, Sunny Hills, or Medi Sphere. The elite Speed and Strength Types dominated close combat, Explosion Types bombarded from a distance, and the Manipulation Type delivered control from the rear. Meanwhile, low-tier zombies advanced steadily, applying pressure. One group handled short-range assaults, another mid-range, another long-range, and another took over the battlefield—all four prongs of attack kept relentless pressure. Not even a level 29 Mutated Dog could resist for more than a minute. If this horde were to assault a fixed human stronghold like Hope Town, the town would likely fall or suffer crippling losses even if it held out. Last Updated : 2024-12-25