Chapter 259: Dead Weight?

In the conference room.

Not a pin could be heard.

Not a single person spoke.

Beside the redwood long table, the nineteen geniuses of the Long Xu Ban now all kept their eyes lowered.

Their faces were filled with complexity.

There was disappointment, bitterness, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

Those who could sit here were all top-tier monsters carefully selected from over a billion people in the Dragon Nation.

They were the top scholars who had dominated their generation in their respective cities.

They were used to being on high ground, used to being looked up to by their peers.

Before coming to Kyoto University, their hearts were as high as the sky.

They had even imagined fighting wildly on the battlefield of ten thousand nations, bringing glory to their country.

After meeting Lin Mo.

At first, they also thought this person was unnaturally strong.

They thought it was incredible.

They thought he was just a non-human monster.

But later.

With repeated Team Fuben runs, with repeated record-breaking.

They slowly got used to it.

They got used to Lin Mo carrying them.

They got used to following behind the class monitor boss, watching him instantly obliterate heaven, earth, and the air.

Even subconsciously.

They felt that just being a pendant that didn't need to use its brain seemed pretty good too.

With a great demon king standing in front.

Even if the sky fell, there was no need to fear.

But now.

Facing the joint siege of the seven-nation alliance.

This was a true life-and-death contest between the geniuses of nation and nation.

Over a hundred top geniuses of their same level, or even higher levels, were sieging them.

What would happen, no one could say for sure.

No one wanted to drag behind the great boss Lin Mo because of themselves.

At the main seat.

Principal Guhe slowly swept his gaze over everyone present.

He knew.

For these geniuses who had been proud since childhood, accepting that they were dead weight and admitting they were unworthy of the battlefield was an extremely cruel thing.

For a long time.

Principal Guhe looked at Lin Mo, who had been sitting in the corner.

"Lin Mo."

"Huh?"

Lin Mo came to his senses and blinked.

"What is it, Principal?"

Principal Guhe looked at him, his tone serious:

"Do you have any opinion? Do you think they should go in with you?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo yawned.

He shrugged, his face full of indifference.

"I'm fine with whatever."

"If they want to go, they can go together."

"If they don't want to, resting at school is also fine."

"What is there to be tangled about?"

Hearing Lin Mo's answer.

Everyone in the conference room was stunned for a moment.

Lin Mo waved his hand:

"Isn't it just a seven-nation alliance? How big of a deal is it?"

In fact.

For Lin Mo.

Whether Han Mengyao and these people went in or not made absolutely no difference.

He was still confident in his own strength, and in the strength of the little ones inside his body.

Let alone a seven-nation alliance.

Even a seventy-nation alliance, so what?

As soon as they met.

Before absolute firepower, all kinds of demons and monsters would be blasted into slag for you.

Moreover.

The World War Battlefield is so vast; being alone truly feels a bit lonely.

Having some companions around to shout "Class Monitor is awesome" wouldn't be bad either.

In the skill bar.

'Fireball' did not think so.

【'Fireball's tone was full of extreme arrogance and disdain.】

【"Tch, why bring them along? Kings are destined to be lonely."】

【'Earth Shield' weakly refuted.】

【"But big brother... if we don't bring them, who will shout 'awesome' for big brother and the Master?"】

【'Fireball' exploded in rage: "Get lost! Does my strength need them to shout?"】

Just then.

Scrape—

A harsh sound of a chair leg scraping the floor rang out.

"Class Monitor."

Han Mengyao stood up.

She lowered her head slightly.

"I..."

"I'm not going."

Lin Mo looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Decided?"

Han Mengyao looked at Lin Mo and nodded.

"Class Monitor, actually, for this period of time, ever since I met you, I have always... always been trying very hard to catch up to you."

"I am an SSS-class Lord of Winter."

"I always thought that my ice affinity talent, looking across the entire Dragon Nation, was absolutely number one among my peers."

"But."

"Until I saw your ice skills."

"I realized how ridiculous I was."

Han Mengyao bit her lip.

"Every time in the Team Fuben, I output damage with my life on the line."

"At night, back in the dorm, I replayed the day's battles in my mind, thinking about where the timing of skill releases could have been better."

"I have already... tried so, so hard."

"But..."

"Class Monitor, your growth speed is still so fast that I can't even see your shadow."

"In the Team Fuben, even if I strained every muscle to output damage, I still couldn't catch up to a fraction of yours."

Han Mengyao smiled self-mockingly.

"This time, our opponents are not mindless monsters, but real humans, the geniuses of other nations."

"Class Monitor."

"I really do want to fight side by side with you."

"I really want to stand on the World War Battlefield and bring glory to the Dragon Nation."

"But, I, Han Mengyao, have my own pride; I... do not want to become a dead weight."

Having said that.

Han Mengyao sat back down in the chair.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at anyone.

Lin Mo sat in his seat, looking at Han Mengyao's stubborn profile.

He helplessly scratched his head.

Actually, he didn't care about these things at all.

A dead weight?

What dead weight?

It's only a hundred-plus people.

Even if the enemy targeted them as much as they wanted, and encircled and annihilated them as much as they wanted.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't have reached the point of being a hindrance at all.

However.

Lin Mo thought for a moment and then felt at ease.

He could understand.

Putting himself in their shoes.

If he were them.

As the top geniuses watched by everyone in their respective cities.

Their self-esteem was stronger than anyone else's.

Then they would definitely find it hard to accept being nothing more than a pendant that only shouts '666'.

Even outside, they had to endure people pointing and whispering.

Saying, "Look, isn't Long Xu Ban's group surviving solely because they're being carried by the big shot Lin Mo?"

Such words.

For the proud geniuses, this was far more painful than being killed.

They would rather not go.

Than become a despised tag-along.