Chapter 684 - 223: Blood Angels - ! Slaughtering Through Galaxy 99! The Terror of the Savage Beast Fragments

Chapter 684: Chapter 223: Blood Angels Chapter! Slaughtering Through Galaxy 99! The Terror of the Savage Beast Fragments

"Hahahahaha! Cang! Did I hear you right?

If you were still number one on the Combat Power rankings for Galaxy 117, I might have wasted my breath cursing you out.

But now... Heh, I can’t even be bothered to insult you!"

An Infinite Sea-level powerhouse with a formidable aura clutched his stomach, laughing. His voice boomed with endless mockery.

Cang’s expression instantly darkened, his gaze as cold as a blade. "I swear on the honor of my Son of the Emperor Warband. If I successfully break through, I will not take any of the opportunities within the High-Level Resource Origin."

However, his solemn oath was met with even more unrestrained, uproarious laughter from the crowd.

"Heh, what a joke! You want all of us to hand over this massive opportunity, feeding it all to you so you can have a nice, comfortable breakthrough to the Constant Star-level?

And when that even higher-level resource origin opens up later, won’t all the top-tier resources inside be yours for the taking, since you’ll be the only Constant Star-level Powerhouse? What kind of fantasy are you living in?"

"Exactly! When the time comes, you’ll have access to the new resource origin, and so will we.

But you’ll be Constant Star-level, while we’re all still at the Planet-level. How could we possibly compete with you? You’d be able to take whatever you want and plunder everything as you please!"

"Cang, oh Cang, how dare you even say something like that? You really live up to your legendary reputation as a first-class hypocrite!"

"Swearing on your Warband? What’s the honor of your Son of the Emperor Warband worth to us? Why the hell should we trust you?"

"Easy for you to say! You’re at the Infinite Sea level, but there are millions of us brothers here who haven’t even reached that stage yet!

What, you think we’re not qualified to advance to the Constant Star-level without you high-and-mighty Infinite Sea masters?"

"..."

One merciless taunt after another, like a volley of sharp arrows, flew at Cang from all directions.

Qin Feng watched the scene unfold in silence, neither participating nor taking a side.

In that moment, his mind seemed to detach from the noisy battlefield, ascending to a higher, perfectly calm dimension of thought.

He felt his consciousness undergoing a profound transformation, a kind of sublimation.

’If Cang stepped forward to propose what is, strategically, the optimal solution—even if he staked his Warband’s honor and made such a solemn promise—he still couldn’t win anyone’s trust.’

’Then...’

’What if I, Qin Feng, were the one to step forward?’

The thought flashed through his mind.

Qin Feng immediately knew the answer—the result would be no different.

’If I were to step forward and make the same request, I’d be drowned in the same flood of suspicion and mockery.’

’On this battlefield, it wouldn’t matter which of the Infinite Sea-level powerhouses present stepped forward and said those words. The outcome would be the same.’

’Even if that Martial Artist was truly righteous and had no designs on the greater prize to come, he would never win everyone’s trust. He would still be suspected of harboring selfish motives.’

And yet, the truth was that faced with this sudden Betting Order, the best solution was exactly what Cang had proposed: concentrate all resources to create a Constant Star-level Powerhouse in the shortest possible time.

It was the only way to maximize the collective benefit.

Even if the chosen Constant Star-level Powerhouse did have selfish motives and seized more than their fair share of resources later, for the entire war theater, it would only mean a partial reduction in their total gains. That was still far better than the alternative: losing the bet and having the entire collective be saddled with heavy debt.

But such is human nature.

’What if... the Emperor was the one who stepped forward?’

As this thought flashed through Qin Feng’s mind like a bolt of lightning, he fell into a long silence.

’It’s just like the situation right now.’

’If a truly selfless powerhouse were to step forward, doing everything not for himself but for the good of all, so that everyone in their faction could fare better in the competition to come... he would still be despised, doubted, and reviled as a "hypocrite," all because his plan infringed upon their immediate interests!’

’Even if the majority could understand and support this selfless Martial Artist, there would always be a small minority who, feeling their immediate interests were threatened, would strike from the shadows and deliver a fatal blow!’

’In the long history of the Human Race, a history stretching four hundred million millennia, how many times has the Emperor on the Golden Throne stepped forward to protect all of humanity?’

’How many people have slandered him in the shadows?’

’How many short-sighted, selfish mortals have doubted him?’

’How many have suspected that truly selfless, great being of harboring the greatest selfish ambition in the entire Cosmos?’

’And how many of the very people he once sheltered and saved have betrayed him for their own immediate gain?’

’Will my own path be like this one day, filled with suspicion and doubt?’

’When I am forced to make a choice for a greater purpose, will I be able to endure all the misunderstanding and betrayal, just as the Emperor has, and still walk my path with unwavering resolve?’

’Throughout history, how many selfless, brilliant prodigies who were meant to shine brightly have been unable to bear the pain and disappointment from within, ultimately casting themselves into the dark embrace of Chaos, which only feigns to "understand" all?

’Will I... allow such doubt and injustice to shake my own convictions?’

Qin Feng was silent for a long, long time.

He was putting himself in another’s shoes, thinking deeply.

’If he were the one standing out there right now, he could honestly say, after some introspection, that he truly could act without any selfish motive.’