Chapter 685 - 223: Blood Angels - ! Slaughtering Through Galaxy 99! The Terror of the Brute Beast Fragments

Chapter 685: Chapter 223: Blood Angels Chapter! Slaughtering Through Galaxy 99! The Terror of the Brute Beast Fragments

He could devour all the [Barbaric Beast Fragments] and ascend to the Star Rank, just to win this Betting Order.

Afterward, he could even keep his promise regarding the massive High-Level Resource Origin, not taking a single share for himself.

’But to act without a shred of self-interest, only to be publicly accused of harboring it by the countless comrades he wished to protect, to have them point fingers and question him, to be reviled...’

Without a doubt, that feeling would be utterly agonizing.

In that instant of putting himself in another’s shoes, monstrous waves surged through Qin Feng’s heart.

However, the reality of the battlefield didn’t afford him much time for such profound introspection of his Dao Heart.

Cang’s proposal was like a drop of water in a vat of boiling oil. After a moment of dead silence, it detonated all the negative emotions that had long been simmering among the crowd.

An endless torrent of mockery and ridicule converged from all directions, completely overwhelming the arrogant prodigy, the "Son of the Emperor," who stood at the center.

Cang’s expression went from ice-cold to livid, and finally settled into a deep, gloomy scowl.

He didn’t say another word.

He knew full well that in this prisoner’s dilemma, built from the greed and suspicion of millions, any words or oaths were pale and powerless.

At that moment, trust was both the cheapest and most extravagant commodity in the entire Cosmos.

The farce he had initiated to forcibly unite everyone ended in a hasty and utterly humiliating fashion.

The next three days devolved into utter, meaningless, chaotic squabbling.

"Why should you get to go? My ’Giant Spirit’ Warband’s refinement technique is the most efficient for absorbing [Barbaric Beast Fragments]!"

"Bullshit! My ’Pioneer’ lineage has a natural affinity for Cosmic Curiosities like this. With me on the job, the success rate will be the highest!"

"Stop arguing! How about this: all of us from the Infinite Sea will draw lots. Whoever wins gets the opportunity, and no one else can object!"

"Draw lots? Do you think this is a child’s game? Why should I bet my life and my fortune for the next several centuries on something as flimsy as luck?"

"Then let’s fight for it! A free-for-all! The last one standing is entitled to everything!"

"Madman! Do you want us to wipe each other out with infighting, just so that ’Caesar’ can swoop in and reap the rewards?"

"..."

Not a single proposal was constructive.

Each plan was wrapped in its proposer’s naked self-interest.

Three whole days were utterly wasted on these pointless disputes.

Tens of millions of geniuses had gathered, yet they behaved in the ugliest manner imaginable.

Finally, a voice filled with exhaustion and impatience cut through the din.

The speaker was a powerful expert of the Infinite Sea from Galaxy 116, his aura calm and steady.

"Enough."

He surveyed the crowd and spoke slowly. "It’s been three days. For three days, we’ve argued here like fools and come to no viable conclusion. The Betting Order won’t wait for us. We can’t afford to waste any more time on infighting."

He took a deep breath and proposed the most primitive and "fair" solution—one that everyone present had already considered countless times in the depths of their hearts, but that no one had dared to be the first to voice.

"Let’s just go straight in."

"No more talk of distribution, no more talk of alliances."

"We open that door, and everyone goes in together."

"It’s every man for himself, and may the heavens decide our fates. Whoever manages to snatch a [Barbaric Beast Fragment], it’s a testament to their strength and luck. Whoever dies inside can only blame their own lack of skill."

"Let’s not waste any more time."

As soon as he said this, the entire area fell silent.

The proposal was simple and brutal, but it cut right to the heart of the matter.

It abandoned all pretense of cooperation and negotiation, returning everything to the most fundamental law of the jungle: strength.

After a brief silence, voices of agreement spread like wildfire.

"I agree! Better to go in and fight for real than to stand around wasting our breath!"

"That’s right! The opportunity is right there for the taking. Whoever is strong enough gets it!"

"This is how it should be! The strong live, the weak die. That is the Truth of the Cosmos!"

However, just as the crowd’s excitement peaked and a consensus seemed imminent, a cold voice of dissent doused their enthusiasm like a bucket of ice water.

"We disagree!"

The speaker was Zhou Li, one of the three giants of Galaxy 118.

Behind him, nearly a million Martial Artists from Galaxy 118 took a simultaneous step forward, forming an impenetrable iron phalanx. Their formidable auras merged, facing off against the tens of millions from the other four galaxies.

Zhou Li’s gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s as he swept it across the crowd. "The Barbaric Beast Graveyard was discovered first by people from my Galaxy 118! By rights, everything produced here should be ours! You want it to be ’every man for himself’? Have you asked for our permission?"

His words instantly plunged the recently inflamed atmosphere back to a freezing point.

"Zhou Li! Are you still lost in your pipe dream!"

A member of the Infinite Sea from Galaxy 115 furiously retorted, "This is a time of war, with the Betting Order hanging over all our heads! The interests of individuals and small groups must be sacrificed for the victory of the five galaxies!"

"Well said!"

Another expert chimed in, his voice laced with menace. "This is about the greater good! If Galaxy 118 insists on clinging to its selfish desires, causing us to miss our window of opportunity and ultimately lose the bet, plunging us all into collective debt... then you will become the sworn enemy of our four galaxies and our four hundred million Martial Artists!"