Published: February 12, 2025
Ye Zhongming chewed on the jerky, quietly waiting for his body to fully recover.
Previously, killing ninth-level life forms seemed to be under his control, but in reality, it was also a very risky endeavor. If any aspect did not meet his expectations, the battle could fall into a stalemate.
Of course, after the victory, the rewards were also quite good.
Material wealth was not something Ye Zhongming particularly cared about. He was not inexperienced, quite the opposite; he had a relatively clear understanding of the All Races of the Universe among people on Earth.
Not to mention that he was very attentive to gathering information about this from other allies, he himself had also undergone the Ladder Trials and was one of the representatives of the Tarros Red Dwarf—a race known throughout the universe for its manufacturing prowess.
Even if he hadn't encountered things that surpassed Earth’s level, he had at least seen them.
For example, the Demonic Scorpion Crystal Armor.
After witnessing the equipment of the Tarros Red Dwarf, when he saw this mimetic weapon possibly created by the Star-Eye Clan, Ye Zhongming’s excitement was far less than what he portrayed on the surface.
He understood that this item was just ordinary.
However, Ye Zhongming still made the Star-Eye Clan feel that he was very much needed and was happy, in order to integrate more quickly.
Being valuable and understanding boundaries were enough for them to treat Ye Zhongming with caution.
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The Color Man, Masked Man, and Aslan returned to headquarters with an improvement plan for their abilities. They had to come back in person, even though this plan had already been recorded through the transmission system.
In a conference room, nearly twenty people were seated, half of them wearing masks.
Cheng Liuji sat at the lower end, and in his capacity as the golden commander, the empty seat at the top obviously awaited an important figure from the Star-Eye Clan.
As the overseer of the trash training camp, the Color Man also sat beside the conference table, while the supervising masked man and Aslan could only sit in the second row.
Aslan's status was extraordinary due to his bloodline, but it did not represent his standing here.
Soon, the Light Gate dimmed, and an old man walked in.
If Little Tiger were here, he would surely exclaim, "Wow, what a grandpa with an ethereal aura!"
This Star-Eye Clan member looked very much like an Earthling, except that he had four pupils in his eyes, making him appear somewhat strange.
The old man entered, followed by a strong figure. This person had a muscular build, and the most noticeable feature was a ring of bone on his neck, protecting this vital area. A similar characteristic was also present on the back of his hands, which looked like they were covered by bone armor.
As the two entered, everyone else stood up and greeted them. The old man naturally sat in the top position, while the burly man sat opposite Cheng Liuji, clearly indicating that his status was comparable to that of the golden commander.
In the Star-Eye Clan, the bronze, silver, and gold mask warriors were the backbone of the clan. Cheng Liuji, as the leader of the highest-ranking golden masks, had an imagined standing in the clan, while these two individuals were both leaders, one higher and one equal to him.
The old man first scanned the conference room, and when he saw Aslan, he broke into a smile, only to quickly restore his serious demeanor.
"Pao Bai didn't come?"
This question was directed at Cheng Liuji. Pao Bai was the silver commander; although they were not in a superior-subordinate relationship, they both belonged to the combat system.
"Still on the kill list," Cheng Liuji shrugged, slightly helpless.
"Little Madman," the old man chuckled, "Tell him to be careful and not get himself killed."
Cheng Liuji also laughed and said to the old man, "You should personally tell him. If I speak to him, I can guess how he would respond just by thinking with my backside."