Original Sect?

And this was still the best-case scenario they were calculating in their minds.

If things were truly sensationalized, what would be the greatest conflict at that time?

Without a doubt, it would be the New Races vs. Blue Star Humans.

Once this kind of conflict erupted, it wouldn't be as simple as a chaotic brawl.

Setting everything else aside, looking at the history of Blue Star, which racial conflict hadn't been aimed at the total extermination of the other side?

When that time came, where would they—the Creators and natural leaders of these groups—stand?

Would they kill off all the Blue Star transmigrators who hadn't evolved?

Though they each had their own selfishness and ambitions, they believed they hadn't yet reached the point of being so insane as to give such an order.

“Heh, now you understand what I mean.”

Seeing the shifting expressions on everyone's faces, Vivian looked quite smug.

“So, I advise you all to start gathering your clansmen and armies as soon as possible. That way, you can at least minimize the harm to your people.”

“Sigh... one must always be on guard against others!”

After a long silence, the old man Nemo let out a low sigh.

It was true.

Even if they didn't have such intentions, there was no guarantee that others wouldn't.

The Formation 505 incident was the best example.

The witches had encountered a team in the Golden Plains that wanted to establish contact with the enemies of the Adventurers' Guild.

And here in the Cursed Corridor, there was another team that had already infiltrated their ranks.

No one knew what they were planning, but it was clear that the people of Formation 505 were stirring up trouble among the transmigrators on the Kalim continent.

And that was just one organization.

What about the others?

How many more organizations were lurking in the shadows that they hadn't encountered yet?

So... they had to gather their clansmen once they returned. At the very least, they needed the power to protect themselves, didn't they?

“Oh! Why are you all here? I was wondering why no one was replying to my messages in the group chat.”

While everyone was silently pondering their next moves, the bearded Olf, also known as Chariot, returned.

The group turned to look. Olf's beard was half-singed, and his body was covered in grime, looking as though he had been blackened by the smoke of war.

“Chariot? You're back. Are you alright?”

Jiang Lan smiled and stepped forward to greet him.

After all, he had come to resolve a dispute for her, so it was only natural for her to show some concern.

“I'm fine. I even picked up some good stuff along the way.”

As he spoke, Olf laughed and thumped his chest with his hand.

“And the harvest? We collected five thousand milliliters of Jormungandr's Blood on our end,” Vivian asked.

“Hehe, my harvest isn't small either.”

Olf produced three containers that looked like small oak beer barrels.

“Five thousand milliliters each, for a total of fifteen thousand milliliters of Jormungandr's Blood.”

“Whoa!”

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

Vivian's words had already made them realize that certain things might be unavoidable, so the only thing they could do now was expand their own strength and that of their clans.

With this much extra blood, it meant their clans could expand significantly all at once.

“But... why is there so much?” Gu Xiaobei asked curiously.

The others nodded in agreement.

It was indeed a bit too much.

Even Vivian's group had only obtained three thousand milliliters.

“I was confused when I first got it too. Later, I 'kindly' questioned a high-ranking officer at the Formation 505 headquarters and found out that Formation 505 is just a subordinate branch of another organization.”

“Formation 505 received orders from their superiors to scout for informants and potential defectors across the Kalim continent, preparing to 'make the races great again' in the future.”

“The reason there was so much blood at the Formation 505 headquarters is that this superior organization has a Jormungandr cub in their possession. All this blood was obtained by bleeding it.”

“What?”

Everyone was stunned by Olf's explanation.

A Jormungandr cub?

So, this blood wasn't obtained from a dungeon, but harvested directly from the monster's body?

That explained why there was so much.

After all, the largest amount ever obtained from a dungeon was the nearly ten thousand milliliters of Star Dragon King Essence Blood Lan Qingyou had found.

“What is this superior organization called?” Chu Yuan asked with a frown.

This was no joke. If the Supreme Council got their hands on a mass-producible source of ancient blood, wouldn't all Blue Star humans be able to evolve?

That was the point.

Although the councilors and chairmen of the Supreme Council were barely even human in their conduct...

They were surprisingly consistent on this matter.

After all, if the people were gone, the pathetic scrap of power they held would be useless.

But now that this source was in the hands of a group likely looking to cause trouble, it would be a disaster for everyone.

“I don't know. He didn't say. Or rather, he probably couldn't say. It's like an indescribable existence whose name cannot be spoken.”

Olf's head-shake made Chu Yuan's heart sink, but the very next sentence gave him hope.

“However, I saw a line of text there. It's from an extinct but very famous script.”

“What words?”

“I told you it's extinct, how would I know? But I wrote it down.”

Olf opened his palm with a clever look, showing the text he had copied. Since it was an extinct script, it was normal not to recognize it.

“Original Sect... meaning the 'Original' or 'Primitive' Sect??”

Seeing the words, Chu Yuan frowned slightly and whispered the name.

“You know what it is?” Olf looked at Chu Yuan in surprise.

“I did receive an elite education, after all. I still have some minor knowledge of archaeology.”

Chu Yuan started acting pretentious.

“Original Sect, huh? This little name... it clearly looks like something those damn originalists would come up with.”

Shang Chuan adjusted his glasses, frowning just like Chu Yuan.

The originalists were a group of people who appeared after the Unification War of the Blue Star Federation.

Their biggest characteristic was speaking the local dialects of the primitive peoples who had been wiped out and refusing to use the Federation common script.

They loved to cause destruction under the banner of dismantling the Blue Star Federation Council and restoring the rule of individual nations.

To put it bluntly, they were a bunch of unpopular terrorists who had been suppressed by the collective forces.

But such a group had actually grown larger after the transmigration.

And now, they actually wanted to stir up trouble on the Kalim continent.

“Heh, interesting. Looks like I need to have a good talk with the Supreme Council.”

After learning that the Jormungandr cub was likely in the hands of such a group, a smile appeared on Chu Yuan's face.

Since they were just a bunch of terrorists, no one would complain about how they were treated.

“Perhaps... you could also try to use your own power to find the location of the Original Sect, and then the people of our villa can set out once again?”

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