“What a joke. Do you think the whole world is your daddy? Like everyone has to coddle you and guarantee your safety?”
“Exactly. It’s been months since the transmigration. Do you still not get the situation? If you don’t, please just go die already. I’m afraid I’ll run into you in a dungeon and have you drag me down.”
“You misunderstand. They mean that if the evolved ones go crazy, no matter how hard we work, we’ll just be on the receiving end of their attacks.”
“When you put it that way, it’s true. If it’s not even safe inside a shelter, is there anywhere safe in this world?”
“Sigh... life is getting harder and harder.”
“Evolved ones... I’m so jealous it hurts.”
“Uh... excuse me, let me clear something up. After we of the Titan race evolve, we directly become twenty or thirty meters tall. What you call ‘growing big’ is actually a ‘shrinking’ skill from our racial talents.”
“We Titans are like that. It’s mainly so we can communicate with you little squirts.”
“Damn! Arrogant giants.”
“You really deserve to die!”
“Everyone, look! A stinking evolved being has come to our world channel to beg.”
“Did these giants evolve their EQ right out of existence? How can they start a flame war on the world channel?”
Since most people from Blue Star had not yet evolved, seeing the Titan race members speak like that caused them to swarm out and launch a verbal onslaught against the giants.
There was no helping it.
Watching those evolved beings with higher attributes, greater power, and faster leveling had already bred deep dissatisfaction within them.
However, since evolution items were so rare, no one had said anything.
But today, a few members of the Titan race had jumped out to mock everyone?
Calling them ‘little squirts’?
Damn it, so what if you can grow big!
Consequently, the crowd began to gang up on those few members of the Titan race.
Other members of the Titan race quickly joined in, trading insults with the rest.
The conflict spread from Blue Star humans to giants, eventually dragging in all the new races, creating a massive uproar.
For a time, the world channel was ablaze with conflict.
...
“Bastards!”
A man wearing a white priest’s robe and a brass mask sat on a high stone throne, violently smashing a glass ball in his hand.
Crash!
With a crisp shattering sound, the glass ball splintered across the floor.
Several people in similar white robes kneeling nearby didn’t dare to move, even as the glass shards sprayed onto them.
“What have you all been doing! How could you not know that Formation 505’s base was discovered?”
“Hierophant, the enemy came too fast, and their methods were exceptionally cruel. They didn’t leave Formation 505 any time at all. Even those who tried to flee were swatted to death.”
One of the kneeling men trembled as he stuttered his report to the Hierophant above.
“The enemy? Have you identified who it was?”
The Hierophant asked in a cold tone.
“We have. It was done by the Titan clan leader, Olf, code-named Chariot from Tarot Villa.”
“Hmph! A mere Tarot Villa dares to move against a formation of my Pure Original Sect!”
Upon hearing it was someone from Tarot Villa, the Hierophant snorted coldly and immediately issued an order.
“You don’t need to worry about Tarot Villa for now. Have the devotees continue to stir things up on the world channel. Besides giants, they can also impersonate the Witch race, elves, and others. The bigger the scene, the better. Plant the seeds of hatred as quickly as possible.”
“Yes.”
The subordinates who received the Hierophant’s order immediately replied, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Since there was a task for them to do, it meant they wouldn’t be punished.
“Go and do it immediately. If you do well, let bygones be bygones. But if you fail...”
“Your subordinates will surely do our utmost to complete this task.”
Before the Hierophant could even finish his warning, the subordinate immediately pledged his loyalty.
“Leave then. Do what you must.”
“Yes!”
The subordinates bowed again, then filed out of the room one by one.
The Hierophant sitting on the stone throne silently watched their departing figures.
Tarot Villa was not something the Pure Original Sect could afford to provoke right now; the Hierophant was well aware of this.
But in front of his subordinates, he had to maintain his facade.
At the very least, he had to keep up appearances to manage the people below him.
“Heh, you’re looking more and more like a Hierophant, Steve Zakhar.”
Once everyone had left and the door was closed, a man stepped out from a corner of the room.
If Lan Qingyou were here, she might have recognized him.
This was the fat man she had previously driven out of the Abandoned Ruins—Sherlock Cloudley.
“Sherlock, what are you doing here instead of running your loan sharking business?”
The Hierophant, addressed as Zakhar, did not change his tone just because Sherlock was an acquaintance.
In fact, he was even more indifferent than before.
“Don’t be like that, Zakhar. If it weren’t for me, your Pure Original Sect wouldn’t have even gotten off the ground, right?”
Despite the cold reception, Sherlock wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, he made himself at home, found a place to sit, and looked up cheerfully at the high-and-mighty Hierophant.
When the Pure Original Sect first started, it relied on Sherlock’s Contract talent to spread its doctrines smoothly.
In a sense, Sherlock was more suited for the role of Hierophant than Zakhar.
However, compared to a pyramid-scheme cult like this, Sherlock preferred to stand in the light and enslave others.
That was why Zakhar disliked him so much.
After all, no one wanted the person qualified for their position loitering in front of them all day.
“Hmph. If it weren’t for you, I might have already finished making a mobile phone by now, instead of being surpassed by that guy David’s identity cards.”
Steve Zakhar snorted in dissatisfaction.
Yes.
The phone Sherlock used when he was driven out of the Abandoned Ruins by Lan Qingyou was developed by this man.
But later, with Sherlock’s arrival, the use of the Contract talent, and the launch of the ‘Pure Original Project,’ he had been forced to abandon that groundbreaking research to become a Hierophant here.
And on top of that, he had to occasionally deal with Sherlock’s attitude. He had only gotten the position after Sherlock stepped down; anyone would be angry.
“Fine. What are you here for? Hustling these terrorists doesn’t seem to be your responsibility.”
Seeing Sherlock’s casual behavior, as if he were in his own home, Zakhar’s anger flared.
“Two things.”
Sherlock curled his lip, knowing the other man wanted him gone.
“First, regarding Tarot Villa. The club doesn’t want to clash with that side right now—or rather, it doesn’t want to be exposed to those people so soon. So, I’ve been sent to notify you. I hope you keep a lid on yourself and those originalists under you.”
“Second...”
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