Rise of the White Dragon
chapter-93

Catharina learned quickly how to use the staff to control the three undead and was also able to get them in and out of the large crystal at the end of the staff. After that, Luan killed all the other living dead and dismantled them, taking the most important bones, as well as blood from those that were still fully intact.

All of the process took almost 2 hours. He had also obtained some information when he killed the goat with a human body. He knew that this place was created by a devil, but the devil who created this realm had died. Because of that, some demonic monsters now lived here on their own.

Maira saw Luan drawing strange runes and symbols on the ground. Curious, she asked, "What are you doing now, Luan?"

"Creating a path for me to return to this place," Luan explained, "We can use this place to train since there are apparently a lot of monsters here and there are also a lot of rare herbs and plants, but there's no way to get it all now since the backpack and bags were full. Besides, it's been a long time since we entered; it's not good to be missing a lot of time."

"That's true. It is not good to have rumors arising because of this," Maira agreed. At least at the present moment, where the existence of dimensional cracks was not an absolute truth, it was not a good idea to stay inside one for long.

"In addition, these dimensional cracks at the moment only have energy to stay open for a maximum of 24 hours, so I am creating a new way to come here as long as I have the energy to open a portal," Luan said while writing some things in old letters and pouring blood in places that he had put stones around.

As the blood was spilled, the stones began to glow. Little by little, the letters that were drawn before, along with the runes, started to float and go to the center of the created diagram. And then a dome of energy was formed, and the letters and runes began to dance across the dome and stop in different positions until the dome finally became invisible to the naked eye.

"It's done," Luan said, "Now we can go."

Maira and the girls were still mesmerized by what was happening. Only when they saw the summit disappear and heard Luan's voice did they wake up from their stupor.

Luan put the big backpack on his back and held black bags in each hand and started walking.

Maira, Cristina, Ingrid, and Catharina also carried a black garbage bag full of the remains of monsters.

"Luan, if you were going to sell these, about how much would one of these bags cost?" Catharina asked, curious.

"100 million or more," Luan replied.

"All that?!" Now she no longer saw any problems carrying it, stinky as it was.

"Yes, and there are some that can reach 200 million." Luan was not lying. In fact, he was still being "kind" in saying that low of a price, since if he created pills out of them, they would be worth a lot more than that value.

"Wow! Luan is really amazing for being able to do that!" Cristina felt dizzy just to imagine how much it would all be together. It would be so many zeros that it would not be strange if she concluded that this amount of money would never end.

Because Luan was sensitive to the energy that had enveloped the area, he avoided the monsters and only took the rare herbs and plants. He was even lucky to find the Flower of Life for 2 Years.

It was a flower with black petals and full of vitality; whoever ate this flower would gain 2 more years added to their lifespan. It could also be used to create regeneration pills. Even regenerating an arm was possible, as long as the pill contained this flower and bones with plenty of protein.

"Here's the way out of this place." In front of them there were two hills, and between the hills was the dimensional crack. Luan motioned to it as soon as they arrived in front of the crack.

"Mm, I need a shower," said Maira, feeling sweaty and filthy, be it from dirt or blood.

"Me too, I'm dying to take a shower and fall into bed... But we will still have to travel for another 2 hours by plane. We will have to shower in the jet anyway, or wait to get home." Catharina sighed. She remembered that they would still be in another state once they exited the crack.

*

Luan, Maira, and the girls arrived at the airport at one of the taxi stands. As they were transporting many things with them, they had to go with two taxis.

The taxi drivers initially thought it was a poor moving family, as their clothes were quite shabby, but on seeing them arrive and be greeted by the jet pilot and co-pilot and entering the private jet, everything the drivers had imagined was shattered.

"I guess the saying is true: 'You shouldn't judge a book by its cover'..." one of the two taxi drivers murmured in disbelief.

Luan and the girls carried the backpack and bags to the jet, after going through the check. Although the security agent believed it was very strange for them to be transporting animal bones, among other things, when he discovered that it was the Dimas family, the weight of that name, and because Maira's father was the only living Marshal, it carried an even greater weight. So he didn't ask too many questions and let them pass.

Packing their luggage, and getting on the private jet, after checking everything to be safe since it could not be trusted that they would not suffer another attack, they got on the plane, and it didn't take long to take off.

*

It was 6:28 am when they got home and kept everything they had plundered in Luan's room. After that, Luan and Ingrid took a shower and dressed up with suits and ties... Well, only Luan wore a tie. Anyway, after that, they got into Luan's car and went to the company.

When Luan arrived at the company plus Ingrid, a middle-aged man and said loudly, pleading, "Please, please, let my company live! I know, and I found out what my wife did, and I know it was wrong, but please, don't go on, I beg you."

"Okay." Luan said just that and turned and entered with Ingrid.

"Thank you, thank you!" The man thanked him several times with tears streaming from his eyes.

"Luan, will you forgive him?" Ingrid looked at him strangely as she asked her question.

"Yes and no," Luan answered ambiguously.

"So why did you say okay?" Ingrid was intrigued.

"Because it was okay to let the company live, but I didn't say it would be as big as it is now - just enough for them to know what it's like to be despised. It's no use just taking everything from them now... Well, you will understand later." Luan smiled coldly. He would not let the offender who had humiliated his adoptive sister leave with just that.

"I understand, anyway, I hope they suffer," Ingrid said angrily, "That woman and her daughter were very cruel to Cristina over very little. I wonder what would have happened if it had been even worse and Cristina had really stained the dress?"

"Cristina is still someone powerful, however, because of her traumas, it was possible that she would be beaten and do nothing, but she also had the possibility that when she was angry, she would explode and end up killing someone. People tend to do a lot of things on impulse, especially if they're angry, so I wouldn't be surprised that she might have killed them." Luan sighed. That was a reality that he wanted to avoid.

Not that he was against killing someone, because with what they were facing, being pious was the same as putting a gun to their head and waiting for someone to pull the trigger. However, Luan did not want Cristina to feel guilty about killing someone for so little. However hateful that woman and daughter were, Cristina would not get over it easily if she had killed them.

One of the most difficult parts was overcoming something that the person in question believed they had done and regretted because they believed that they didn't need to go to such an extreme. And killing someone prejudiced, however fair it may have seemed, was not the right way to go about things.

They left the garage and passed the entrance to the Company's Headquarters. Taking the elevator, they went up to the top floor.

By the time they arrived, the atmosphere was tense. All of the assembled employees were silent when Luan and Ingrid arrived.

Of course, Luan knew why they were like that. Yesterday news had appeared of the disappearance and possible death of the second largest shareholder at the headquarters of Dimas Corporation, Vincent Cont.

"Luan, they must already be waiting in the meeting room," Ingrid whispered.

"Yes, I know." Luan could already feel the presence of people inside the meeting room waiting for him. Even Aguinaldo Cont was sitting in the place of his father, Vincent Cont.

When Luan and Ingrid (who was holding some documents in her arms) entered the meeting room, everyone looked in the same direction.

"You are late!" Aguinaldo Cont pursed his lips and said.

"Oh?" Luan looked at him and ignored him. He sat in his chair and looked at everyone and said, "Let's start."

"Humph!" Aguinaldo Cont snorted and pouted. It was, to say the least, strange. After all, he was not a teenager; he was 25 years old.

"We are all gathered here to talk about the disappearance of Vincent Cont's private jet," Luan said calmly, "Currently investigations are being carried out and it is not clear what happened. Until then, we will help as much as possible to help with the investigation, as well as pass on all information about Vincent Cont's route yesterday."

"No!" Aguinaldo Cont got up and tapped the table with the palm of his two hands.

"No? Please tell me, why not?" Luan raised his eyebrow as he looked at him.

"Errr... I don't... I think it's right- I mean, it's not right to do this, let's... wait a little longer. I think this is too hasty!..." Aguinaldo Cont stuttered softly at the end out of fear.

It would be a problem for him if they investigated and found out everything his father did yesterday. He knew about the bomb that would be placed on Luan's private jet; he also knew that his father met with Maira's brother, Nilson Dimas. If all of this was connected, things may not end up very good for his family, especially for him since there was a high chance that his father and mother died in the accident.

'If in fact my parents died, everything that should be mine will be lost if everything comes up. I don't want that, I don't accept it!' It seemed that his parents' lives and death were not as important to him as the money.