Chapter 70: Another Holder of the Praying Fate Talent?!

Crazy.

This person is absolutely crazy.

Looking at the chaotic press conference scene, Qin Chuan's expression was especially strange.

Eric Te actually, in front of the whole world, called for gathering the other eight Golden Talent players to overthrow the current world order and create a brand-new one.

Americans are indeed too free.

Just as he was about to close the video, Eric Te's next sentence stopped Qin Chuan's hand mid‑air.

"I've already contacted the holder of the Praying Fate Talent; she's also here today!"

"She has formed an alliance with me, just as you guessed—Praying Fate represents luck, which means the Goddess of Fortune is already standing before me!"

Yueli?

Thinking this, Lin Yue's gaze toward the woman in the video turned strange.

At the press conference, as the Praying Fate Talent holder appeared, a reporter indeed asked about the specific effects of the Praying Fate Talent.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

"Let's welcome the holder of the Sundial Talent!"

As another stunning beauty smiled and stepped out, the atmosphere in the venue surged to a new peak.

"Of course not!"

Upon further thought, maybe this isn't necessarily a bad thing?

She wanted to see how the other side would fabricate the effects of the Praying Fate Talent.

Just as he was feeling lost, a stunning, hot‑figured woman strode onto the stage, smiling at the crowd, "It's an honor to participate in Mr. Lion's New Order."

Another holder of the Praying Fate Talent has appeared?

You're the holder of the Praying Fate Talent, then who am I?!

Fake!

This guy is definitely a fake!

She glared at the woman on the screen with a cute‑fierce look, her cheeks slightly puffed.

But Eric Te seemed not to hear the reporter's question, merely giving a wild smile, "You think that's all there is?"

"I am the holder of the Praying Fate Talent, Helen Everson."

——

"... Hah?"

Qin Chuan's pupils contracted slightly, his expression turning surprised.

"Really a turbulent autumn." Du Yu, who was massaging Lin Yue's calves, looked up at the screen and couldn't help shaking his head, "With so many Golden Talent holders gathered together, who knows what this world will become."

No, it can't be Yueli.

Putting forward such a shield could save her a lot of trouble.

Lying in the sanatorium ward, Lin Yue watched the woman speaking in the video, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

But soon, Lin Yue's expression relaxed again.

The Praying Fate Talent is related to luck; it's really eye‑catching and easy to attract attention.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yu sis." Lin Yue, quietly watching the video, suddenly smiled.

"He's just bluffing~"

——

"You scared me."

Qin Chuan looked speechlessly at the blond man in the video, "Why don't you say Insight and Traceless are also on your side?"

Pretending to be the Sundial Talent holder is bad enough, but why is the impostor a woman?

Likewise realizing that this man was bluffing, he couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

Looking at it this way, among the three so‑called Golden Talent holders mentioned at the event, probably only Eric Te himself is genuine.

The Praying Fate Talent should be on Yueli, right?

His mind couldn't help flashing that graceful figure.

After the Sundial Talent holder appeared, Eric Te didn't let the reporters continue asking, tossed out "Other Golden Talent holders, I'm waiting for you," and left with the two women in a carefree manner, ending the video.

The post's comment section had already exploded, the number of comments heading straight for a million.

Many felt pessimistic about the future, and even questioned why the vast Yanhuang Nation, with the world's largest population, has not a single player who obtained the Golden Talent.

Although some also objectively analyzed the video content, thinking the latter two Golden Talent holders revealed little information and might not be genuine, the voice of reason is always weak; their analysis is easily drowned out by other comments and fails to become mainstream.

As he kept scrolling through the comments, Qin Chuan's lips tightened slightly.

What exactly is Eric Te's purpose in doing this? ——

"Eric Te, what exactly are you trying to do?"

On the other side of the ocean, the gate of a mansion was shoved open by a black man.

Seeing the two naked women clinging to the sofa, Eric Te looking pleased, the black man's expression turned ugly, "When we were planning the press conference, you never said you'd package your lover as a Golden Talent holder!"

If anyone were here, they'd see that the two women being affectionate with Eric Te right now are exactly the Praying Fate and Sundial Talent holders mentioned at the press conference.

And their true identities are merely Eric Te's lovers.

"Connie, my friend, calm down." Eric Te sat up, gave the black man a helpless look, "Don't you think this is a pretty good idea?"

"Golden Talent holders are destined to be extraordinary—how could they tolerate someone impersonating them?" Eric Te grinned, "Perhaps before long, the true masters of Praying Fate and Sundial will find us."

"Eric Te, not all Golden Talent holders are like you." Connie's expression was complex, "By drawing the world's attention to yourself, you only make it easier for the true masters of Praying Fate and Sundial to hide."

"Hide? Why?" Eric Te dismissed it, "No one can resist the lure of power—that's one‑ninth of the New Order. As someone born into the Solarg Family, I get excited just thinking about it; what right do they have to not come?"

Connie fell silent.

He began to doubt whether seeking out that reckless male lion was the right move.

It's a pity that even a golden talent cannot take effect in reality; otherwise he would want to see how long this idiot can stay arrogant.

"Hey, Connie, don't be so tense." Eric glanced at Connie, slightly shook his head, "We just came off a ten-hour flight from Ba Country; let's relax now. Do you prefer 'Prayer of Life' or 'Sundial'?"

Looking at the two alluring beauties who gave him a flirtatious smile, Connie had a black line across his face; although it wasn't very visible on his dark skin, "No thanks!"

"Alright." Eric slightly regretted, "Even if they really are as you said, planning to hide themselves in reality, in the Dream World they are destined to still show up."

"You only need one glance to see through their talent, just like when you found me, right?" Eric glanced at Connie, "Insight."

"I've finished looking at the data you gave me." Connie fell silent for a moment, changed the subject, "I suspect that Wuji is not among those 597 players."

"Hm?" Eric's expression changed slightly, "What did you say?"

"If, I'm saying if."

Connie stared at Eric, speaking word by word.

"If Wuji could conceal the true strength of its Contract Spirit Beast, or hide the true ranking on the leaderboard?"

(End of chapter)