Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1917: Changxu Race's crazy choice

The Novice camp was chaotic and noisy, filled with the clamor of voices, the roar of machinery, the roars of warbeasts, the moans of the wounded, the curses of enemies, and the clanging of strikes.

There was no other way. The surviving Novices and mature warriors, as well as the clan members who came with the two waves, had now basically all landed on this planet and gathered in the Novice camp. Not only did they fill the lost numbers, but they also exceeded them by a considerable amount. Wanting this place to be quiet was simply impossible.

The Star-Eye Clan, led by Aslan, naturally came too. Because they feared incidents, basically everyone except those necessary to control the spacecraft came down to the planet, numbering over thirty people!

Reportedly, another large Star-Eye Clan spacecraft was on its way, carrying over a thousand Star-Eye Clan warriors.

Ye Zhongming could already stand up, but it was estimated he would need two more days to return to his best condition. This was already the best medicine the Star-Eye Clan could temporarily provide.

Others, even White Robe, after treatment, would need to lie in certain medical pods for a week before they could walk around.

Aslan looked at Ye Zhongming sitting quietly there and felt a sense of shock.

How could someone who had achieved such great success and was about to face unimaginable rewards remain so calm?

Didn’t he feel any excitement or thrill? Had he not thought at all about what drastic changes his future would undergo?

Yes, Ye Zhongming, Novice number one. The Star-Eye Clan, total score number one.

This was thanks to Ye Zhongming’s clone practicing kung fu at the final moment. That allowed him to surpass Jie Su, who had the help of the Silk Sea Light Array earlier, in kill count, and naturally, his points surpassed by a lot too. Along with the points from Robe Bai and Jie Kui, the two surviving Star-Eye Clan members, the total score was also first.

The previously set goal was merely the top fifty. But now, Ye Zhongming had achieved the best possible result in this Novice battlefield with the richest rewards. Aslan felt that the rewards from the cosmic races, being predetermined, were one thing, but what about the clan? What reward could they give to appease this man and make him willingly stay in the minor Star-Eye Clan?

Aslan suddenly felt that if this person had only completed the clan’s set goal, it might have been much easier to handle.

Fortunately, White Robe went.

Aslan knew that if Ye Zhongming ultimately chose to stay with the Star-Eye Clan, White Robe’s companionship at the risk of his life would definitely be an important reason.

Perhaps, the most important reason.

Knowing her own words carried little weight, Aslan still decided to probe Ye Zhongming in this direction, even if just to sound him out.

“You now have hundreds of thousands of points that must be spent in the Shop. Any thoughts?”

The reason it was called the Shop and not the Novice Shop was that after the Novice battlefield ended, the Novice Shop underwent an upgrade, increasing the variety and quantity of goods inside for the survivors to consume. This was also the purpose of the points besides ranking.

Aslan asked this skillfully. With so many points, it was estimated they could empty one-third or even more of the Shop. Whether one person took so many benefits or shared them with everyone, even the Star-Eye Clan, could, to some extent, gauge Ye Zhongming’s final decision. Even if not completely certain, it could at least show this person’s character.

Ye Zhongming looked at Aslan with a faint smile that wasn’t quite a smile. His perceptive mind accurately caught the probing meaning behind Aslan’s question.

“Depends on the situation.”

This simple three-word answer almost choked Aslan.

“If, I mean if, you had to spend these points now, what would you want to buy?”

“Haven’t thought about it.”

“Just if…”

“I don’t even know what’s in the Shop. How can I say?”

Aslan’s face turned black. She wanted to say more, but she was truly too angry. She turned around and left in a huff.

However, one sentence before she left made Ye Zhongming pause.

“Cheng Liujin, Order Leader, is on his way.”

Cheng Liujin? A Gold Order Leader? One of the five top experts of the Star-Eye Clan?

This person came to pick him up? Ye Zhongming’s first reaction was that he came to see White Robe, since the two Order Leaders had a relationship built on fighting. But he immediately dismissed this guess.

Perhaps Cheng Liujin used this reason externally to explain his arrival, but in reality, he must have come for Ye Zhongming.

As long as the rewards in Ye Zhongming’s hands hadn’t yet become the foundation for the Star-Eye Clan’s prosperity, they would definitely try their best to keep Ye Zhongming under their control.

Whether this control would be ‘hard’ or ‘soft’, Ye Zhongming himself was no longer sure. Given his nature, he had to be cautious of this aspect.

This also directly affected how the Cloud Peak King would spend those massive points.

Ye Zhongming went to see He. The Changxu Water Race people were also here. They also achieved a good ranking, within the top ten in total score. But they had sacrificed one clansman. For them, with their already small population, this blow was somewhat heavy.

After all, they had very few clansmen with free status. Losing one could mean losing a few percent, or even a few tenths of a percent.

Ye Zhongming was truly satisfied that they chose to stay with the Star-Eye Clan. He knew this was He’s credit, the suggestion of this woman regarded as the hope of the entire Changxu Water Race.

Ye Zhongming felt it necessary to talk with this woman. Its importance to him was even greater than the Star-Eye Clan’s need for the Cloud Peak King.

There was no other way. Ye Zhongming feared death. The few abilities that barely allowed him to stand firm among the expert-filled cosmic races were all of the ‘thrill then die’ type. He needed someone to add a turtle shell behind him…

Also, the more Changxu Water Race clansmen there were, the stronger the turtle shell would be. Just thinking about later, when fighting someone, majestically waving his hand, letting the opponent hit him for a full minute, Ye Zhongming felt he would experience a lowbrow, tasteless, yet enemy-infuriating exhilaration.

Regarding Ye Zhongming’s wounds not being fully healed and him coming to find her separately from the Star-Eye Clan people, He understood. Before Ye Zhongming could speak, she said first, “I was the most optimistic about that plan in the Novice battlefield. Do you believe that?”

Ye Zhongming thought for a moment, then nodded.

This optimism was actually linked to need. The Changxu Water Race was now the race most in need of improvement. The crisis they faced was, in some ways, even greater than that of the Star-Eye Clan. Otherwise, if there were any possibility of persevering, they wouldn’t have pushed He out at this stage. That was equivalent to placing a piece of meat on the plate before those who coveted their race, waiting for them to eat.

If He achieved a good ranking, she might gain a certain degree of freedom to choose. But if she didn’t do well, the Changxu Water Race would completely lose hope.

Now, someone had a bold, even rebellious plan, with an extremely slim chance of success, but He and the Changxu Water Race were willing to gamble.

Moreover, through one Novice battlefield, He was full of trust and confidence in the man before her.

She saw a glimmer of an unclear future. She persuaded a small number of free clansmen.

The decision she made was far crazier than Ye Zhongming had anticipated.