Chapter 446 - 445: The Sniper Uvall Project Begins!

The middle-aged white man who entered the room was tall and burly, his face sharp and weathered like chiseled stone. His eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, scanned the hall with a piercing gaze that carried undeniable authority.

Although he wore only a simple tailored casual suit, it did nothing to conceal the powerful aura radiating from his body.

This man was none other than Adam.

"Apologies, everyone," Adam said evenly. "Something urgent delayed me for a while."

No one dared voice a complaint.

At that moment, a towering man with fierce features spoke up in a steady, commanding tone.

"Adam, now that we’re all here, let’s get to your plan. I didn’t travel all the way from the north to waste my time."

Few dared to address Adam so bluntly. This man was clearly no ordinary guest.

He was the strongest master of Winterveil Country—Sventovite—an existence just a step short of S-rank.

Adam showed no displeasure at his tone. Instead, he focused on the larger goal.

"First, thank you all for answering my call and making the time to gather here," Adam began politely. "This operation has a single purpose—killing Uvall."

The room grew quiet. No one was surprised; the mission’s target was already known. All eyes remained on Adam, waiting for his explanation.

"After extensive investigation," Adam continued, "I’ve confirmed that Uvall draws his strength directly from Hell. During the day, his power is severely weakened."

Someone immediately raised a question.

"Mr. Adam, considering the time difference, it’s already afternoon in Asia. Shouldn’t we wait until tomorrow?"

Adam shook his head. "No. We strike at night."

That response drew puzzled looks from around the table.

The black woman from earlier spoke up with a frown.

"Mr. Adam, with respect—if his abilities are stronger at night, why would we choose to fight him then? Isn’t that reckless? Forgive me, but Uvall is ranked number one on the global master list. Against such an enemy, caution should be our top priority."

Her words found immediate agreement from several others.

Adam only smiled and nodded. "You’re not wrong. But rest assured—I don’t act on recklessness. The reason I insist on night is simple. During the day, Uvall hides within the entrance to Hell. He only emerges after nightfall. If we want to face him, we have no choice but to do so then."

Realization dawned across the room. Uvall wasn’t foolish—he knew his limits, and daylight rendered him too vulnerable to wander outside.

"But at night, killing him will be much harder," a short man said, his expression uneasy. "I’ve seen recordings of Uvall’s abilities after dark. They’re... troublesome, to say the least."

Adam’s response was calm but firm.

"Leave Uvall to me."

The room fell silent, eyes widening in surprise. Adam was not known for arrogance. For him to say this so confidently meant he had a plan—or a weapon—powerful enough to guarantee success.

Does Adam possess a special item specifically designed to counter Uvall? The thought crossed many minds.

The air grew heavy with unspoken questions.

Finally, Sventovite leaned forward.

"Adam, if you’re confident you can handle Uvall alone, then what role do you expect us to play?"

All attention shifted back to Adam.

"With Uvall’s death, the battle will create a massive commotion," Adam explained. "It will undoubtedly draw others—Aurora and the Jadeveil Nation Samsaras, for example. What I need from you is simple: keep the interlopers away. Let me focus on finishing Uvall without interference."

The words soured the mood instantly.

Sventovite’s expression darkened. So that was Adam’s true intention—using them as shields.

He hadn’t come here to play guard dog. He had come hoping for a chance to strike at Uvall himself. Hidden in his possession was a one-use special item capable of delivering a devastating, fatal blow. Though it would be expended afterward, the reward was worth it.

One million Samsara points. Enough to propel him straight into S-rank.

But Adam’s declaration shattered that hope.

Others in the room shared his frustration. Each of them had reached a bottleneck in strength. Unable to risk the next tier of dungeons, they desperately needed Samsara points to break through. And Adam was offering them nothing but scraps.

The discontent rippled through the gathering.

"Mr. Adam," one man said smoothly, "I suddenly remembered an urgent matter tonight. I’ll have to excuse myself."

"I also have something important to attend to," another added.

"I just realized my son’s wedding banquet is tonight. As his father, I can’t be absent."

Excuses spread like wildfire.

A cold light flickered in Adam’s eyes, though he kept smiling. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

A waiter entered, carrying a stack of documents, and handed them out to the gathered masters.

"Everyone, please don’t be so quick to refuse. I know your time is valuable, and I wouldn’t waste it." Adam’s tone remained calm, even friendly. "What you hold in your hands is a list of special items I’ve collected over the years in Samsara Tower. They are all stored in my personal warehouse.

"If you’re willing to assist me, you may choose one item you need. When the Samsara space reopens, you’ll be able to trade for it directly.

"And for those uninterested in items, I can also compensate you with thirty thousand Samsara points."

The room stirred.

Many scanned the list, and their expressions shifted. Even Sventovite, cold and calculating, paused when his eyes fell on one particular item—something perfectly suited to him. Greed glimmered in his gaze.

Others, meanwhile, considered the 30,000-point compensation.

"Mr. Adam," one man asked cautiously, "Samsara points can’t be transferred directly. How do you intend to give us the reward?"

"That’s simple," Adam replied with a confident smile. "Bring out a special item you don’t need. List it at the consignment center for thirty thousand Samsara points. I’ll buy it. Problem solved."

It was a clean and convincing solution.

However, when the man heard about Adam’s method, his expression changed. He hesitated before asking cautiously:

"Mr. Adam, this won’t violate the forbidden laws of the Samsara Space, will it? I don’t want to be obliterated."

After all, the former Cindralock Dominion Samsara Player had once attempted to use a similar method to "create gods" on their own—yet every Samsara who participated in that plan was wiped out.

With such an example set, who would dare test the laws again?

Adam’s voice was deep and steady as he replied, "Please rest assured. We’ve already conducted experiments. As long as such behavior is not repeated more than twice in a single year, it does not violate the prohibitions of the Samsara Space."

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then, Mr. Adam, I wish you victory!"

"And I wish us a successful cooperation!"

The crowd burst into laughter, their doubts eased. Even Sventovite no longer raised any objections. Adam even took out special items on the spot, a gesture of sincerity that convinced everyone to settle the matter.

"Then, Mr. Adam, when do we take action?" someone asked.

Adam answered calmly, "We’ve already agreed with the Samsaras of the Thousand Lanterns Island Nation. We’ll act at 21:00, Oykot Time."

With that, the plan was set.