My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2576

"That's not right," Raylee muttered, slapping his forehead.

"Something strange just happened... It seems I haven't fully mastered this power yet."

He quickly deactivated Infinite Bug Body. "Phew, that almost killed me... This thing is seriously intense."

Raylee could feel the profound effect it had on him. The Infinite Bug Battle Diagram had been continuously draining his true energy.

Even though the insects were just imprints on his skin, they were still biting and tearing at each other inside his body.

The pain was unbearable, but while maintaining the sacred body form, Raylee had not felt any of it. Only after he released the technique did the excruciating pain hit him.

'It's not just my mind that gets affected when I use the sacred body form—my senses change too,' he thought as his legs wobbled beneath him.

He figured that the situation over there should be settled by now.

With the last of his strength, Raylee pulled a handful of butterflies from his pocket. The butterflies fluttered off into the distance, summoning a swarm of ants.

There were so many ants that one could not fathom a guess—millions, maybe billions. They worked together to lift Raylee and quickly dug a small hole in the ground, burying him alive as they carried him away.

...

Meanwhile, a long, black, vintage-style limousine cruised down the road. Inside, a man removed his hat, revealing a distinctive scar on his face.

"What's going on with Raylee and Dorothy? Why aren't they following the plan?" he asked, turning to the driver in frustration.

The driver was visibly shaken as he stammered, "B-Boss, didn't you say to improvise?"

"Not like that! Especially not Raylee, that brat! He's just trying to make me spend more money, I swear! The nerve of that guy, raising the bid so high. When he gets back, I'm going to toss him into a jar!"

"Boss, calm down, please."

The old man, Alistair Tipton, stroked his chin and glanced at the token in the box beside his seat.

"This thing doesn't seem as impressive as they made it out to be."

"That old man, always yelling."

"Mr. Tipton, where to now?" the driver asked.

"Head back to the commerce. Let's return for now, and we'll deal with everything later. Those two brats will come back eventually, don't worry."

"Understood."

The limousine sped through the city, heading south.

...

Elsewhere, Dorothy removed her disguise. The light in her eyes had completely faded.

"How ridiculous," she muttered to herself.