Chapter 729 - 722: Twists and Turns
The news that Zhou Yuanjue’s slot was about to be taken was suppressed by the relevant higher-ups. It didn’t spread among the candidates, so as to avoid unnecessary turmoil and controversy.
After all, Zhou Yuanjue had garnered a great deal of attention after winning the championship, especially among those with low racial potential. If the news were to be made public, it would likely cause some unrest.
However, the parties involved were still privy to certain essential information.
Holy Descendant Civilization, the Magic-Energy Megacity.
In the office of the Jiaoxing Institute’s director of candidates.
The half-human, half-insect director coiled his centipede-like body on a soft cushion on the floor. Opposite him sat Anke, clad in black scale armor, looking every bit the Demon King.
"So, that’s the situation. For you, this is an opportunity granted by fate itself. What’s meant to be yours will be yours, and no one can take it away."
"Take this time to prepare. If the news is confirmed and we reach an agreement with the Sacred Lotus Civilization, we will send someone to escort you to the Primordial Star Organization."
The director said to Anke with a smile.
"I refuse."
Anke replied calmly after hearing everything.
"What? What did you say?"
The director’s expression faltered for a moment, as if he didn’t quite understand what Anke meant.
"I mean that I refuse this slot. If you must, you can choose someone else."
Anke calmly explained himself to the director once more.
"Do you have any idea what you’re saying?!"
"A slot in the Primordial Star Organization... Do you know what that means? It’s practically the most sacred hall in the East Thirteen Districts. To be able to join is an honor for any living being from the East Thirteen Districts!"
"And you... you want to refuse such an opportunity? Are you insane?"
"You must realize that you are a defeated contestant! Without this unexpected turn of events, you never would have gotten this chance!"
Hearing Anke’s words, the director’s face instantly darkened. The countless feelers on his centipede-like lower body vibrated and knocked against each other, creating a terrifying RUSTLING sound.
"As you said, I am a defeated contestant. This slot should have belonged to Zhou Yuanjue in the first place. If I were to obtain it this way, it would not be an honor. It would be an insult."
Anke slowly rose from the cushion on the floor.
"I’m grateful for this opportunity, but I have my principles. If even Zhou Yuanjue can’t go to the Primordial Star Organization, what right do I have to go?"
"I apologize."
Without another word, and ignoring the director’s dark expression, he turned and walked out of the room through the Light Sect.
"Foolish creature!!"
The director’s face twitched as he let out a low, furious roar.
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Anke refused to accept the recommendation slot.
This incident instantly disrupted the Holy Descendant Civilization’s plans. Their negotiations with Bernard City were forced to a halt, and for a time, the matter of the Primordial Star Organization’s recommendation slot was shelved.
The Jiaoxing Institutes of the eight major civilizations on the Gena Continent that held recommendation authority began a series of negotiations over the slot.
Fortunately, the recommendation didn’t have to be finalized immediately. There was a buffer period of several months, so time was not a major issue.
Meanwhile.
In the Kongling Star District, amidst the endless turbulence of the True Realm.
A massive Aircraft Carrier, similar in design to the giant biological one Dorug traveled in, was hovering in the turbulent True Realm.
This was the vessel of Lono, the Black Lotus Steward of the Primordial Star Organization, whom Modin and the others had spoken of.
Inside the captain’s room of the massive Aircraft Carrier, a handsome man about three to four meters tall was seated. He had features nearly identical to a human’s, was draped in a black robe, had a head of curly red hair, and skin as pale as a vampire’s.
The man’s eyes were crimson, and a Black Lotus sigil was branded on his forehead.
Another striking feature was a strange slit on the back of his right hand, which looked like a closed eye.
He was Lono.
Lono hailed from a Low-level Civilization. He was a genius who had been guided into the True Realm even before the Law of Civilizational Contact was established. By that time, he had already reached the level of a Type One.
But unlike Zhou Yuanjue, this man possessed extremely high racial potential. He had advanced to Type One in his home civilization with a terrifyingly high Transformation Level, and later earned the favor of the Primordial Star Organization, climbing step by step to his current position.
One could say that even among all the candidates throughout history, he was considered an exceptionally dazzling figure.
"Sir, a message came in from the Jiaoxing Institute in Bernard City. It was set aside because you’ve been busy. Would you like to review it now?"
In the captain’s room, a humanoid lifeform with a graceful figure and exquisite features, dressed as a secretary, asked Lono, who had just become available.
"A message from the Bernard City Jiaoxing Institute? Is it from that fellow Modin? What’s it about?"
Lono asked the woman casually.
"It seems to be about the current candidate selection. The message says that a tournament was held on the Gena Continent between the candidates to decide the recommendation slot for our Primordial Star Organization."
"The seeded candidate recommended by Bernard City defeated all opponents and was the final victor, but the final recommendation request was rejected by Lord Dorug, the director of the Black Sea Star Zone. Therefore, they are hoping to receive some assistance from you."
The secretary said softly.
"Rejected? Why?"
Lono asked, puzzled.
"It’s said to be because this seeded candidate’s racial potential rating is ’medium-low’."
The secretary said.
"’Medium-low’ racial potential, and he still became the final winner among the Gena Continent’s candidates? Has the quality of this batch of candidates dropped that low?"
Lono said with a frown.
"Not at all. The opponent this person defeated in the final battle was a being with an extremely high racial potential rating and a Transformation Level exceeding eighty percent."
The secretary said, shaking her head.
"Now that you put it that way, I’m a little curious."
Lono said.
"Should I transfer the relevant Data to you? Bernard City also sent over a video of the tournament."
The secretary asked.
"No, don’t bother."
Lono thought for a moment, then suddenly shook his head.
"The Black Sea Star Zone is Dorug’s territory. We can’t really interfere with someone he’s rejected. He’s not a simple man..."
"Hm?"
Just then, Lono’s brow suddenly furrowed.
He had clearly felt it—the eye-like slit on the back of his right hand had just trembled slightly.