An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1262

Chapter 1262 Frog at the Bottom of a Well

Among his peers, he had always stood out as an extraordinary individual.

While others toiled and worked hard for years to achieve their goals, he effortlessly obtained everything he desired, free from any pressure.

He had always believed he was chosen by fate, the emperor's decree, the supreme ruler above all beings.

But now, he finally understood that there were always greater talents and greater achievements beyond his own.

The pride he had taken in his natural gifts and accomplishments meant nothing in the presence of Dustin.

"Turns out, I'm just a frog at the bottom of a well," Tyler muttered bitterly, utterly defeated.

In this moment, his heart had completely collapsed, and he had lost all his fighting spirit.

All that remained was a profound sense of despair.

He had won throughout his life, except for this one time.

But this one time had ruined his entire life.

Hand over the treasure map," Dustin walked up, looking down at him from above.

Tyler didn't utter a word. He lay on the ground, gazing up at the azure sky, his eyes gradually losing focus.

His entire being resembled a lifeless corpse, devoid of any vitality.

"Is he dead?" Dustin raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.

His previous punch hadn't been enough to kill him. Given Tyler's cultivation, he should have been able to withstand it.

But now, all signs of vitality had completely faded from his body.

He appeared to be a soulless corpse.

"He couldn't even handle such a small setback, wasting his immense talent for nothing," Dustin shook his head.

Tyler had indeed been an exceptional genius, with an unlimited future ahead of him.

But unfortunately, he had sailed through life without ever encountering any obstacles.

Now, suddenly facing a massive setback, his heart couldn't bear it, leading to his ultimate demise.

Dustin crouched down and searched Tyler's body, eventually finding a parchment made of sheepskin.

Unfolding it, he confirmed that it was indeed a treasure map.

The Harmon family's treasure map consisted of three pieces, and he had already obtained two.

If he could collect one more piece, he could assemble the complete treasure map and seek out the treasure hoard that could rival a nation's wealth.

In the past, he hadn't cared about material wealth or fame, but now his perspective had changed.

He needed wealth to build his own power, recruit soldiers, and establish his own influence because he sought revenge and justice for his mother's wrongful death.

To achieve all of that, he needed an abundance of resources.

"Tyler? Tyler!" Thaddeus stumbled over to his grandson's lifeless body, beginning to wail in heart-wrenching sorrow.

The Grant family members mourned their loss, overcome with grief.

"Brother, how should we deal with these people? Should we eliminate them completely?" Thorian approached and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"We can't kill them. However, we can invite them to visit West Lucozia, and from now on, they won't be allowed to leave West Lucozia," Dustin replied with a faint smile.

"Ah? That's a great idea, let's do that!" Thorian's eyes lit up.

West Lucozia was the territory of the Rhys family, and bringing these individuals there for house arrest would prevent future trouble.

If a war broke out, they could even send them to the frontlines as cannon fodder to reduce casualties, a human shield—an ideal solution.

"The Grant family is finished," Dustin remarked as he observed Thaddeus being taken into custody. He knew that there was no turning back for them.

The once prestigious and respected Viscount’s Mansion, one of the top three, had now fallen from grace, its glory and splendor drowned in the river of time,