Translator: AnubisTL
When Chen Jiang's kill count reached 30,000, Feng Jiutian's forces began frantically destroying their Meat Valleys. Each destroyed valley granted 3,000 kills, rapidly closing the gap once more.
But as time wore on, amidst the billowing smoke, raging flames, and hellish screams that filled the air, Chen Jiang's kill count surged to 50,000.
[Race Kill Rankings]
[Top Ranking: Human Player, Chen Jiang]
[Alien Race Kills: 50,021]
[Second Ranking: Mechanical Race Player, Feng Jiutian]
[Alien Race Kills: 31,239]
The gap had nearly doubled. With only two and a half hours remaining until the race kill rankings were finalized at midnight, Feng Jiutian stood calmly at the edge of the canyon, gazing at the scattered stars in the night sky. After a moment of silence, he asked, "How many Meat Valleys do we have left?"
"Thirty-three," his subordinate replied, his voice trembling slightly as he lowered his head. "At most, fewer than 10,000 aliens remain. Even if we destroy all three valleys, we can't catch up to that human player."
"Lord Feng Jiutian, we've lost this time."
"Lost?"
Feng Jiutian stood motionless, his eyes blazing with violent flames as he slowly lowered his gaze to his crimson mechanical fingers. "You say I've lost?" he murmured.
"When have I, Feng Jiutian, ever lost?"
"And when has the mechanical race ever known defeat?"
"Contact Yan Pomen. I want to buy the Meat Valley from him."
"Lord Feng Jiutian," the subordinate standing beside him stammered, his face paling. "The Meat Valley in Yan Pomen's possession was meant to be your successor."
"According to the plan, Lord Feng Jiutian, you were to secure the top ranking on the mechanical race kill rankings for seven consecutive days. After that, it would be Lord Yan Pomen's turn."
"If you take his Meat Valley now, the other two lords will be completely excluded from the plan for the remaining days! The leader will hold us accountable!"
The next moment—
A pitch-black gun barrel pressed against the subordinate's forehead, choking off his words mid-sentence. He obediently clamped his mouth shut.
Feng Jiutian retrieved an item from his chest pocket, preparing to contact Yan Pomen personally.
In the wilderness, short-range communication relied on walkie-talkies. Within mechanical race cities, signal towers facilitated communication across the city and its surrounding areas.
But for long-range communication in the wilderness, specialized items were required.
Soon, the connection was established.
Feng Jiutian stood motionless, staring at the image before him: a handsome man reclining in a chair, savoring red wine. He spoke directly, his voice cutting through the air, "You must already know about my situation."
"I need the Meat Valley in your possession."
"Your Meat Valley is the closest to me. I have no other choice but to come to you."
"Name your price."
"Of course."
In the image, the man reclining in the chair, his features strikingly handsome as he swirled the red wine in his glass, chuckled softly. "Your situation? I know far more than just that."
"The entire world knows."
"Everyone's watching you now, eager to see who will emerge victorious in this clash between Feng Jiutian of the mechanical race and Chen Jiang of the human race."
"And this massive conflict erupting just two days after the race kill rankings opened? Truly unexpected."
"I said—" Feng Jiutian paused, his expression icy. "Name your price. I don't want to hear another word of this pointless chatter."
"Oh?" The man in the image raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He slowly sat up, resting his hands on his knees as he gazed at Feng Jiutian. "Name my price?"
"Does that include the electric energy cannon in your abdomen—the one that marks you as a fate holder?"
"You—!"
A flicker of malice flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes. He hadn't expected the other party to demand so much. Losing this item would mean the loss of his fate holder status, a consequence he couldn't afford!
But then he remembered human player Chen Jiang's blatant provocation earlier that day.
If he lost this time, Feng Jiutian's name would become a laughingstock among the Ten Thousand Races!
This was even more intolerable!
He took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot, and gritted his teeth as he said, each word forced out: "If you give me all the Meat Valleys in your possession and ensure my victory, I'll give you this electric energy cannon that represents my fate holder status!"
"Oh?"
The man in the image paused, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, before chuckling. "It seems that human brat has really pushed you to the edge."
"This thing... you fought tooth and nail to obtain it, and now you're willing to trade it away?"
"Tsk tsk, seeing your sincerity, I'll take you up on that deal."
"I've located 23 Meat Valleys in total, and I've already sent you the coordinates. They shouldn't be too far from your current position."
"I've also unlocked the necessary permissions for you. Once you reach the locations, you can activate them."
"Go now."
"Hah."
Having received the coordinates and permissions, Feng Jiutian let out a slight sigh of relief. His face darkened as he glared at the handsome man on the screen. "Thank you. I'll personally deliver the electric energy cannon to you after today's events conclude."
"Hahaha."
The handsome man on the screen swirled his wine glass, casually drained it, and shook his head. "No need. Keep it for yourself."
"No need?" Feng Jiutian paused, momentarily taken aback.
"Of course not."
The man slowly rose, stretched with a yawn, and smiled at Feng Jiutian. "What are you thinking? We're all fate holders of the mechanical race. We may have our conflicts, but with the two races at war, trying to profit from the chaos would only make us a laughingstock to outsiders."
"Go now. Claim first place!"
"Tell that human-abandoned brat that the mechanical race will crush all opposition and claim first place in the Ten Thousand Races Arena!"
"That's been our plan from the start!"
"Good luck, Lord Feng Jiutian."
With that, the transmission ended with a cheerful smile.
Feng Jiutian stared at the static-filled screen, the signal already lost. He paused, then looked down at the barren wilderness beneath his feet, a sudden warmth surging through his heart.
This feeling is... strange.
After a moment, a smile crept across his lips as he gazed resolutely into the distance.
"I suddenly... kind of like Yan Pomen."
"He doesn't seem quite as narcissistic and arrogant as I thought. He actually seems to have a bit of conscience."
Without further hesitation, he glanced at the race kill rankings, his eyes flashing with a ruthless glint as he watched Chen Jiang's ranking skyrocket.
"Today, the Ten Thousand Races will learn what kind of existence Feng Jiutian of the mechanical race truly is!"
"Just wait!"
"I will crush you under overwhelming force, with the entire world as my witness!"
(End of the Chapter)
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