Published: February 11, 2025
“Looks like the news about the three major factions is quite common,” Ye Zhongming chuckled self-deprecatingly.
When he first heard about the division of power among the countless races in the universe, he thought he had discovered a grand secret. But now it seemed that every race, regardless of size, would be informed of such news as long as they had agents on Earth.
Conversely, this made sense; since there were divisions above, those would naturally be instilled in the agents on Earth, saving a lot of trouble.
However, not belonging to the three major factions?
Ye Zhongming was somewhat skeptical about the truth of that statement.
Sometimes, circumstances force you to take a side. Just like now, in order to save Sister Hong, he needed to pay the necessary price.
The various races in the sky were the same; you either supported the roulette, opposed it, or kept your distance.
But others would certainly classify you into their respective factions based on these choices, regardless of your willingness.
“The Tarros Red Dwarfs are a race skilled in manufacturing. It’s said that they have a good reputation among the countless races in the universe and maintain decent relationships with various major powers. Whether you’re from the Hall Planet camp opposing the roulette or the Lena Planet camp supporting it, or the Su Clan camp seeking balance, as long as you can pay the price, you can obtain the equipment and other items you want from the Tarros Red Dwarfs.”
An Zhen spoke of what he knew, and at this moment, a special expression appeared on his face, as if he felt a bit proud, a bit confused, and a hint of… disagreement.
Ye Zhongming wasn’t sure if he had misread him.
“Outside of Earth, the Tarros Red Dwarfs can thrive because the rules are already in place, and the countless races in the universe have accepted this method; it is an unspoken agreement among all.”
“But on Earth, it’s not the same.”
As An Zhen spoke, he took out a vial of potion and drank it down. Although he made the action discreetly, pretending to rummage through his pocket, Ye Zhongming still noticed a faint black tattoo around the middle-aged man’s index finger, likely a form of spatial spell.
After drinking the healing potion, An Zhen clearly felt much better, and his speech regained strength.
“Earth is still very chaotic right now. Due to certain rules, which I also don’t entirely understand, many cosmic races have just begun to search for agents, and there is inevitably a mutual adjustment process between them. Likewise, there will be an adjustment process between agents representing different powers.”
An Zhen looked at this Cloud Summit big shot, who rarely expressed his opinions, and spoke in a calm yet firm tone: “The adjustment process is often filled with bloodshed.”
Ye Zhongming was silent for a moment before saying, “Those in the sky abide by the rules, but those on Earth do not follow them as much. And the Tarros Red Dwarfs need someone to provide protection when they encounter unruly individuals on Earth, am I right?”
Nodding, An Zhen replied, “That’s one way to understand it, but it’s not the entire story. What you need to do specifically, I only know a rough idea; they will contact you when the time comes.”
“What will the method of contact be?” Ye Zhongming was very interested in this question. How do the cosmic races in the sky find their first agents? As for the Tarros Red Dwarfs, from An Zhen’s words, they want to sell equipment on Earth, but how did that equipment bypass the rules and enter Earth?
An Zhen quickly waved his hand: “That’s the most confidential matter. I don’t know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t say. So please don’t ask.”
Standing up, An Zhen had mostly recovered, which made Ye Zhongming raise an eyebrow. He was aware of the injuries he had caused this guy, and yet just a few words later, he seemed fine? High-grade healing potions shouldn’t have such an immediate effect, right?