Reincarnated as an Energy with a System - Chapter 1763 - 1763: Start Delayed

The people looked around, none knowing what to do. There were desks prepared with stacks of pages for them to write on. They mostly talked among themselves at first, seemingly trying to even think of the questions they would be asking.

After a few minutes, they started coming forward and writing the questions. The pages were passed along to a group of scholars at the bottom, who read through each question, vetting it for its uniqueness and demand, before sending it along to the old man that had been forced into the job of a moderator.

Soon, a stack of paper appeared at the hand of the old man, who turned around.

“I have my questions ready,” he said. “Are you?”

The three nodded.

“Let us begin,” the crown prince said, standing up from his seat. “Let me be the first one to answer their questions.”

The prince walked up to the stage where a man waited for him to speak, so he could amplify his voice to the far reaches of the city. That was his only task.

Before the prince spoke, however, a man appeared out of nowhere, and stepped toward the older counselor.

The two guards next to the counselor turned around to look at the newcomer, and quickly jabbed their spears in his direction, but the newcomer weaved through their attacks, dodging each one as he arrived at the front.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m not an enemy.”

Those words did nothing to dissuade them, however, as everyone still came up to try and attack. The man sighed and pulled out a spear out of nowhere, surprising everyone.

He seemed to suddenly vanish from where he stood. They could only see him in flickers, and only times when someone was wounded. They could hear the people getting beat up one after another.

The few guards that had come up were easily beat up by the time the man reappeared again.

All three of the candidates had their personal guards arrive on the stage to protect them, but the newcomer did not give them more than a glance.

“Once again, I’m not here to fight. Stop trying to antagonize me.”

The prince pushed his guards aside, despite their objections, and stepped forward. “Who are you?” he asked. Even with the helmet he wore on his head right now, he could not see what the man had done earlier.

He had no idea how he was vanishing and reappearing without actually turning invisible or teleporting. It was a very sneaky technique that didn’t make sense to him at all.

“Me? I’m Ning. Pleasure to meet you all.”

Ning’s casual greeting was a stark contrast against the bodies that groaned in pain around him.

The three candidates and their guards looked at Ning, their eyes especially turning to his red and black spear. They could tell from a glance that this had to be some sort of Spirit Artifact.

They wondered what it did.

“So, Ning,” the Prince spoke. “Who are you?”

“A Wanderer, really,” Ning said. “Someone who just does what he wants. But I suppose, at this very moment, I am a teacher and a guardian to a certain someone.”

The three narrowed their eyes. “To who?” they asked.

Ning smiled. “I think it would be better if you hear from your own people. They should be delivering the news any second now.”

No one really understood what he was talking about. But then, a few seconds later, someone did run up to the stage. It was a person from the kingdom of Olvia who rushed to Jema and spoke into her ears.

Jema listened to what he had to say attentively and her eyes widened with the information.

“What?!” she shouted out in pure surprise, causing the other two to be even more surprised.

“What? What’s going on?” Oleander asked.

“There’s an army in the city,” she told them. “That isn’t ours.”

“What?” the prince blurted out in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could there be another army coming? They could not believe it.

“That’s the report I got,” Jema said. “A new army of nearly 6000 people is coming toward this city right now. In fact, they should have already arrived even.”

Everyone’s brows furrowed at that point.

“That matters not,” Oleander said confidently. “It’s only an army of 6000. They will be tired, so we will easily eradicate them when the fighting starts. Have the soldiers prepare for battle.”

The few guards nodded at once, leaving to give their orders.

“You might find what you are trying to do quite difficult actually,” Ning said. “You see, you got 3 things wrong.”

Everyone turned toward him. “This must be your army,” the prince said. “What did we get wrong?”

“First of all, we’re not 6000, but 8000.”

“Irrelevant. We have 20 thousand,” Oleander said proudly.

“Second of all, you cannot kill my army,” Ning said with a grin. “They’re already dead.”

That got them all to shut up. Their eyes narrowed as they tried to think of the implication. “8000 Undeads? Impossible. No one has had a legion of undeads that big since the days of our forefathers.”

“You’re right,” Ning said. “It is a legion of Undeads from the days of your forefather.”

“What?” the prince asked. “What do you mean?”

“Have you ever heard of the Lost Undead Legion?” Ning asked. “Well, I found it. And they’re coming here right now.”

Those words were enough to send shivers through just about anyone. The Lost Legion was a tale that everyone had to learn about when they learned of the history of the Conqueror.

“And finally,” Ning continued. “Your main mistake is thinking that we’re here to fight you. You are right in that we are against you, but we are not here to fight your army.”

“Then?” Jema asked. “What are you coming here for?”

Ning smiled.

“To present a new candidate for this debate,” he said, turning to everyone else. “Please wait for another hour, so the fourth candidate may join this debate.”