Chapter 199: No Turning Back
The two demonic silhouettes stared at Darian coldly. They were fragments of immortal souls, created with the bare minimum amount of power. That was the only way they could stay hidden inside those two young demons.
Everything had been planned with zero room for failure. Even the variables—meaning the other contestants—had been properly negotiated and lined up to guarantee total cooperation.
As their final card, they sealed themselves inside the two youths. With their race’s bloodline power, they could break free and fix any situation... but then... this terrifying anomaly showed up.
Where the hell did he come from? — Both of them stared at Darian, asking themselves the same question.
But Darian easily noticed—through their karma—that they were almost gone. They’d burned through everything left in those fragments for that last attack with the power of the two phoenixes. Now, they were forcing themselves to stabilize and talk... but that meant they had no power left.
That’s why Darian was absolutely sure... there was no way they had the ability to read him and figure out who he really was. If that happened... he’d be throwing himself off a cliff.
"Human, being young and arrogant isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I wasn’t much different at your age. But... you should know your place and not overstep," the blue silhouette spoke lightly, not a trace of anger. To him, getting upset over the words of an insect would be ridiculous.
"Let’s settle this properly," the red silhouette continued dryly. "We’ve spent a long time preparing to get these two seeds. We even made deals with other planets to avoid complications. We couldn’t predict that someone like you would show up. Anyway... we’ll be fair."
The wills of the two phoenixes trembled in the sky. Their forms started to fade, but in that crucial moment, they forced themselves to hold on, fighting desperately. They looked at Darian, tense and anxious.
The blue demon then finished, sounding casual, "Just let one demon from each of our planets take a seed. We’ve got no shortage of supreme artifacts or any kind of resources. We’ll give you ten years’ worth of profits from both our planets. What do you think? Not even in a thousand years would your pathetic little planet earn a third of what ours pull in ten. And all of that... will be yours."
Even Irana was stunned hearing that. Even her own planet wouldn’t make in a thousand years what two top-10 planets could generate in just ten. The gap in missions, rewards, and resources was insane.