Chapter 727 - 720: Prejudice
Upon hearing that title and name, Si Enli immediately understood Modin’s concern.
On the surface, the True River Alliance seemed to promote equality and goodwill among all civilizations. In reality, wherever intelligent life existed, class, disparity, and hierarchy were inevitable.
This was how the Bloodline Sect came to be.
This sect widely believed that while becoming strong required relentless effort and an unwavering will, these factors only determined a being’s lower limit. A being’s upper limit, however, was decided by superior racial Talent, potential, and Bloodline inheritance. Only those with a foundation of a superior race and life essence could truly achieve breakthroughs and great leaps.
And reality had proven this to be true. Across the starry sky and the True Realm, the truly powerful almost all hailed from the noble families of High level Civilizations or were high-potential individuals from Low level Civilizations. While it was possible to break the limits of one’s racial potential, the probability was exceedingly low and required an immense amount of resources. Moreover, even those who broke their limits could rarely compare to geniuses with truly superior Talent.
Between one lifeform and another, there existed an insurmountable chasm.
Miracles didn’t exist. The most basic data and statistics explained it all.
As the "highest institution of learning" in the East Thirteen Districts, the Primordial Star Organization naturally had members who subscribed to this philosophy. The Holy Mark Steward Modin had just mentioned was one such person they knew of.
Zhou Yuanjue’s "mid-to-low" racial potential rating might become an insurmountable obstacle.
"Even he can’t just arbitrarily decide everything, can he? This is, after all, the result witnessed by all the factions of our Gena Continent. It’s the fruit of our labor. He can’t just take it away so easily," Si Enli said grimly.
"That’s hard to say. After all, to a Steward of the Primordial Star Organization, our little Gena Continent is nothing in his eyes. Even with our civilizations backing us, if he is determined to do it, we won’t be able to stop him."
"No one would needlessly offend him for the sake of a single minor candidate. Besides, he’s nominally the one in charge of recruitment. He has the right to make certain decisions, and no one can say anything about it," Modin said, shaking his head.
"We can’t just hand over the credit we’ve already earned, can we?"
A flicker of anger crossed Si Enli’s otherwise cold face.
"Only an existence of equal standing can solve this problem. After we get back, I will immediately send a message to the Black Lotus Steward. If he is willing to intervene, there might be a chance," Modin said.
"We still need to make the necessary preparations. But don’t be so pessimistic. Things might not necessarily get that bad," Si Enli said.
"I hope so. Zhou Yuanjue is a real talent. For him to lose this opportunity would be a great pity for him, and for us," Modin said with a sigh.
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Meanwhile, after Zhou Yuanjue defeated Anke to win the championship, his name became famous among all the candidates on the Gena Continent. At the same time, his "mid-to-low" racial potential rating became widely known.
Beyond their shock, many candidates with low racial potential ratings felt greatly encouraged.
All who became candidates and entered the True Land were the elites of their respective races and civilizations. In their home civilizations, they towered above their peers, hailed as geniuses and legends. But upon arriving in the True Land and undergoing a comprehensive evaluation, they were told that their racial potential was low and that this was difficult to change.
This huge contrast truly made many candidates feel dejected. Some even lost all motivation and never recovered.
But Zhou Yuanjue’s appearance shattered this notion. With a mid-to-low racial potential rating, he had actually defeated a top-tier genius like Anke.
Wherever there is life, there will be those who yearn for miracles.
This also led to the current Zhou Yuanjue not daring to go out casually. The moment he was spotted by candidates, he would attract a great deal of attention. Some lifeforms from certain races would even proactively express their respect and admiration for him in some very strange ways...
For example, one time when he went out, he ran into a lifeform from an unknown race. It spat out a light blue liquid from its mouth, smeared it on its face with both hands to express its respect for him, and even hoped to smear the liquid on the back of his hand afterward. It seemed this would make them feel honored...
After that, Zhou Yuanjue reduced the number of times he went out. While waiting for news, he completely immersed himself in the vast database of life structures, preparing to begin work on his next Simulation.
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「Meanwhile, within a certain space in the True Realm in the Black Sea Star Zone.」
A massive, bio-organic aircraft carrier, dozens of kilometers in diameter, was suspended in the endless turbulence of the True Realm, slowly drifting forward.
This was the aircraft carrier belonging to the Holy Mark Steward Modin had spoken of, Dorug Batodomya.
In the captain’s chamber of this massive aircraft carrier, a room as large as several football fields...
A colossal creature nearly eight meters tall was seated upon a massive, bone-like chair.
It had a humanoid physique and was enveloped in a faint golden light, making it impossible to see its true appearance.
The only thing visible was the golden vertical eye on its head, which peered out from within the golden light. The eye was incredibly cold, with arcane white patterns knotted within it.
"My Lord, a new list of candidates has arrived. Please review it."
A peculiar humanoid lifeform nearly four or five meters tall walked in. Its body was as black as volcanic rock, with crimson light flowing through the fissures in its form. It spoke respectfully to the giant, one-eyed being of light.
THUMP!
Dorug lightly tapped his finger. From the portable database on the Molten Rock Life’s wrist, several screens of light flew out and appeared before him.
The golden vertical eye swept across them, quickly browsing through the data.
"Hm?"
When he saw the data on the candidate recommended by the Gena Continent, his gaze paused for a moment.
’A lifeform with mid-to-low racial potential actually received the Gena Continent’s sole recommendation slot?’
A grand will emanated from the body of the golden being of light.
"That was the Gena Continent’s decision. They reportedly held a tournament among the candidates. This person defeated an individual with extremely high racial potential from the Holy Descendant Civilization to win the spot. The Gena Continent has sent the specific combat footage. Do you wish to view it?" the Molten Rock Life answered respectfully.
"No need. Reply to them. Tell them to choose someone else," Dorug said casually.
"As you command. On what grounds, may I ask?" the Molten Rock Life asked.
"Tell them I said so. That will be enough," Dorug said indifferently.