Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1893: Pot

The sight of White Robe left the six members of the Luther Clan and the Tianqi Star group equally stunned.

The Star-Eye Clan had truly spared no effort, dispatching him to safeguard this top Novice contender. Clearly, this tiny clan teetering on the edge of oblivion viewed this leading position as their key to resurgence.

Yet, a few warriors shook their heads silently inside.

White Robe enjoyed widespread renown. In fact, countless beings had learned of the Star-Eye Clan mainly through him. His remarkable showings in previous grand tournaments and hunting zones stood out, and due to his fiercely bold fighting approach, his reputation often struck fear into many hearts.

Outside, that reputation held strong. But in this place, with his power held back, the extent of his battle prowess remained uncertain.

Furthermore, he wasn't an unbeatable force even beyond these borders; he simply boasted a solid track record among those at the mid-tier level.

Still, the alliance of these two groups had notably boosted their overall might. They now counted seven seasoned fighters, alongside more than twenty beginners.

Such a force, barring a clash with another unified squad, would likely avoid any serious threats.

Yet certainty eludes all things. Rather than improving, the circumstances took a turn for the worse.

"Why hang around here? What are we even waiting for? Honestly, wouldn't it be better to eliminate a few parasites? If the Slave Race actually shows up, those parasites would just go to waste."

The fellow on the left sported seven digits per hand, each as slim, soft, and pale as those of a lady, with his features leaning toward the delicate. Yet the crimson cloud-like emblem on his brow and the web of thick scars across his visage revealed him as a battle-hardened survivor of untold conflicts.

"Is your Ainilu clan's intel that outdated?" His companion flung a pebble without much thought, the stone slicing through four thick trunks in succession before lodging deep into the fifth.

"What do you mean?"

The Ainilu warrior creased his brow, eyeing his close ally, the fifth heir of Shuoxing.

The Shuoxing folk formed a vital pillar of the Reina Star alliance, among the mightiest of grand races. Even as merely the fifth in line, this friend ranked as a key insider, wielding resources that dwarfed those of numerous mid-tier clans.

Earlier, the Ainilu warrior had dismissed his buddy's insistence on joining with restrained power, figuring it stemmed from idle restlessness and a desire for amusement. Thus, he hadn't bothered rallying his own clan's Novice fighters. But this remark hinted at deeper motives.

"The Slave Race's upcoming target world."

The Shuoxing individual answered.

The Ainilu warrior shot his companion a mildly annoyed glance and remarked, "They've already figured out the next star? Why hold back the announcement? And seriously, can you just spit out the full story at once?"

The Shuoxing man's face tightened briefly, though he stayed seated. His Ainilu neighbor peeked ahead for a moment before fixing his eyes back on his friend's expression.

"It's locked in, though the reveal's pending. The elite major races are already in the loop. They'll likely share it with the rest soon, perhaps within the coming universe days or even once this Novice battlefield wraps up."

Without pausing for more questions, he pressed on, "As you might guess, it's a massive world in a freshly charted galaxy, larger than any orb watched by today's survivor bastions. The natives there pack more punch. The wheel has already dropped, marking the second year of its end times. Oddly, though, the Slave Race eyeing it isn't rushing; they'll need roughly a hundred universe days to reach it."

The Ainilu warrior's pulse quickened, his shock now plain to see.

"So we're getting a full hundred universe days to gear up? In that case..."

"Exactly what crossed your mind."

The Shuoxing man stated gravely, "This gives us ample chance to pick proxies, build their power swiftly. Once the Slave Race hits and unleashes parasites, the rewards could skyrocket."

He paused briefly, then chose to lay it all out.

"Our clan's Tech Division forecasts that in the opening universe year under Slave Race assault, yields could hit six or seven times past highs."

"That huge?!"

"Yeah, so the alliance summit opted to bump up agent allocations, though the overall rise caps at about triple the old figure..."

"Meaning each proxy spot could churn out multiples of prior profits!"

"Spot on!" The Shuoxing man affirmed with a nod. Such a surge in total gains, paired with just a modest uptick in participants, screamed opportunity to anyone with eyes.

"Plus, Novice battlefield prizes have always included proxy rights for upcoming resource worlds—that's been gospel for ages. So, amid the nutrient surge and those hidden tides, down we came."

The Ainilu warrior exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to absorb the revelation.

Regret crept in already. He should've rounded up his clan's Novice troops sooner rather than leaving it to chance; that approach would've shielded them better.

Indeed, securing a strong spot in this Novice battlefield was now imperative for the Ainilu!

"So you're here for...? And why scatter our forces all around the edges?"

This part still puzzled him.

The Shuoxing man gave a casual shrug and explained, "Something's blocking the path."

"Check the leaderboards. So many minor clans hogging the peaks? It leaves me scant window—they're all in the way. Our presence here aims to sweep aside the largest hurdle, that Star-Eye Clan on the brink of vanishing."

The Shuoxing fifth heir grinned and added, "Word is, that berserker White Robe descended, and so did Jie Su. We both know their history. Right now, Jie Su's erecting an energy formation on that modest rise behind us. White Robe won't resist seeking him out. Heh, even puny clans dream big."

His final words dripped with disdain and ridicule.

The Ainilu warrior studied his companion, smirking to himself. Was this scheme truly just against the Star-Eye Clan? They hardly seemed worth the effort. No, his pal and the Shuoxing forces likely had their sights set higher—on the Su Clan!

Reflecting on the swirling tensions among the three dominant powers, his suspicion solidified.

"Regarding the reason for positioning folks around the perimeter..." The Shuoxing man rose while speaking, "...it's to avoid spooking the points marching right to us."

With that, he gazed ahead. From that direction, the tread of feet grew steadily louder.

"See? Here they come!"

Moments later, White Robe at the fore, guiding Ye Zhongming and the rest, entered the view of these two. At last, the groups stood squarely opposed.