Doomsday Roulette

Ye Zhongming seemed to realize something and became very quiet.

Chao Yang glanced at Ye Zhongming in surprise and continued, “In the same elemental faction, although the position of elder doesn’t bring many extra benefits, for the honor-conscious Dragon Race, they are often unwilling to give it up if possible.”

“Of course, what I’m saying is the usual situation.”

For some reason, when Ye Zhongming heard this, he felt that Chao Yang was mocking something.

“I, or it, also yearns for that position, but there isn’t a deep obsession. If I can sit there, it’s naturally good; if I can’t, it doesn’t matter.”

“But we think this way, others do not.”

Chao Yang's dragon head lifted slightly, and above the abyss, a mass of water vapor began to condense, quickly expanding into a cloud, followed by flashes of lightning, and then heavy rain fell in an instant.

Huge raindrops plummeted from the sky into the abyss, pouring down on the owner of those eyes.

“Qing Mo has always liked cleanliness. Although he is a dark elemental giant dragon, he often ran to our territory to bathe, and when discovered, he would just fight with us. It was during that time we got to know each other.”

Ye Zhongming tilted his head to look at Chao Yang, although he knew he shouldn’t ask, doubts still arose in his heart... Did you meet while bathing?

Shaking his head and dismissing these thoughts, Ye Zhongming felt he had been led astray by Yangos.

“Later, we successively broke through to the peak realm, but unfortunately, in our generation, there were already candidates among our kin for the elder of the dragon race.”

“Our breakthroughs caused the originally stable situation to become turbulent.”

Although Chao Yang didn’t elaborate, Ye Zhongming could imagine.

The fairness of the Dragon Race's inheritance system meant that when choosing successors, the focus would naturally lock onto the most outstanding clansmen.

However, sometimes there wasn’t just one outstanding clansman. Once there were two or even more, different supporters would inevitably emerge.

Every existence, whether from the All Races of the Universe or the Dragon Race, has its strengths and weaknesses. These candidates from the Dragon Race must be the same, with areas of expertise and shortcomings, but overall evaluations would be similar.

Many clansmen would recognize and even idolize different outstanding individuals.

In such a situation, even if the most exceptional individuals did nothing, and even behaved harmoniously with each other, their followers, those ‘fans,’ would stir up a lot of trouble.

Perhaps not intentionally, but comparisons and arguments were unavoidable, and in the end, they would inevitably evolve into direct conflict.

Now Ye Zhongming understood what the so-called ‘stability’ meant.

When too many outstanding individuals exist, sometimes such a happy trouble arises.

However, looking at Chao Yang and Qing Mo, it seemed that this trouble was not well resolved by the Dragon Race.

“Perhaps our Dragon Race is too outstanding; this situation has occurred in most generations.”

Due to the voice issue of the Dragon Race, Chao Yang produced a strange syllable before saying this, making Ye Zhongming feel that it was a sarcastic tone, reflecting a bit of helplessness about the Dragon Race’s self-assurance.

After all these years of guarding this place, can we not be so confident?

“The solutions in past generations have been quite similar, which is to let those younger clansmen undertake extremely dangerous tasks, even those that are almost impossible to succeed, hoping to exchange their power and everything else for some minuscule hope.”

“Ha, what hope is this? It’s just sending them to die. In this way, there’s no competition, and the whole clan stabilizes.”

Hearing Chao Yang say this, Ye Zhongming shook his head.

The methods the Dragon Race used to solve problems were too simple and brutal. Perhaps, being in their position, they didn’t have better methods, but such decisions clearly left many aftereffects.