Doomsday Roulette

“We're asking for so much, isn't that a bit bullying?”

Looking at the mountain of magic crystals, materials, herbs, ores, monster eggs, and cubs in front of them, as well as the countless ancient tomes engraved on beast armor, Liang Chuyin whispered as she hugged Ye Zhongming's arm.

When Ye Zhongming returned with news of collaboration with the Temple of Dawn, many were shocked.

It was just… even they felt the conditions were harsh.

Moreover, when they learned that Ye Zhongming also demanded many secret techniques manuals and the Wind and Thunder Twin Birth, everyone felt a bit uneasy.

Simply to allow the Temple of Dawn to travel from the space-time gate to Earth, they had to meet so many conditions; it felt like they were being extorted.

To put it bluntly, this was a toll fee, but the price was high enough to build an entire highway.

Ye Zhongming admitted he had a tendency to ask for too much but didn’t think it was an exorbitant price like others did.

“Before the apocalypse, every country was particularly concerned about the invasion of alien species, even specifically formulating relevant laws and regulations, because alien species could destroy the local ecological balance, resulting in incalculable severe consequences.”

Ye Zhongming watched as the personnel from Cloud Summit counted the magic crystals, surprisingly calm, as if the things he had fought for in his past life had lost their allure.

“For example, our country’s water hyacinth, also known as the Asian water lily, has spread to most water bodies around the world, along with the American white moth, causing significant damage.”

Liang Chuyin looked at the ordinary citizens of the Temple of Dawn approaching in the distance, her mouth agape: “Are you saying…”

Ye Zhongming nodded: “Are posthumous children strong?”

The internet celebrity girl was taken aback, and after a moment of thought, she replied, “Strong. If it weren't for their internal strife and the large-scale attacks from the Temple of Dawn that caused many tribes and even king zun to fall, they would be stronger than any force on Earth right now. An intact resistance area would not be their match.”

As the topic was raised, the internet celebrity girl’s thoughts flowed, and she continued her analysis: “Strictly speaking, they are a species, a country, or rather a powerful organization with countless years of experience from the apocalypse. Such an organization has thousands of warriors, millions of backup forces, and even more population. Once they enter our world, they will inevitably encroach upon or threaten our living space, right?”

Ye Zhongming cast a glance of appreciation.

Powerful alien races, driven by interests, often resort to brutal and bloody means compared to the weak, even easily bullied local races.

The Indians are a prime example.

“But…” Liang Chuyin tilted her head, looking at her man, “We currently have a good relationship with the posthumous children, and you let them come to live on our Earth. I think, while that’s the case, there shouldn’t be any problems, right?”

Through several battles, the warriors from Cloud Summit and the posthumous children had formed a seamless connection and developed mutual trust. This camaraderie also influenced Liang Chuyin.

Whether it was the sacrifice of the Guardian of the Sacred Pool or the desperate fight of the king zun, Liang Chuyin felt these people were trustworthy friends, even though they were an alien race. However, structurally, they were not much different from humans.

Likewise, Miya, as a sister, had a good relationship with Liang Chuyin.

“I certainly know that posthumous children and we have experienced shared suffering, creating a deep friendship and bond, that’s a fact.” Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes, sharing these thoughts he would never say to others with his woman: “But you should have heard the term ‘sharing both joy and hardship.’ Some people can share joy, but not hardship, while others can share hardship, but not joy.”