Chapter 2327

Imo Mi looked at the communicator on the grass. She wasn't a germaphobe; she was afraid the saliva on it might be poisonous. This kind of thing is something the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise would do.

Hiss—

Before Imo Mi could dial, static came from inside the communicator, the red light turned green, and it was in a connected state.

"The communicator is fine. I wouldn't use such a low-level trick."

The Dean's voice came from inside the communicator. Hearing this, Imo Mi took two steps back, distancing herself from the communicator.

"We have already lost the qualification to continue fighting for the spacetime crystals. If we cooperate, what are your conditions?"

"Conditions? What conditions could there be in cooperation? Split the condensed spacetime power we seize evenly, split the loot evenly. Our Reincarnation Paradise has always advocated harmony and friendliness. Of course, for enemies, our methods might become somewhat extreme."

The Dean's tone was very natural, pushing the act of speaking lies with eyes wide open to the limit.

"Don't joke. This isn't funny at all," Imo Mi's face wasn't looking good. She pondered for a moment and said: "If we seize more than seven spacetime crystals, we only need one. Although we won't complete the war mission, we can reduce the punishment. Other loot has nothing to do with us."

"Even split is fine."

"You, do you really want to exterminate us completely?"

"..."

The Dean fell silent for a moment, and a low laugh came from inside the communicator.

"Then let's cooperate according to your proposal."

After the Dean said this, the communicator was hung up. The last sentence carried a huge amount of hidden information.

Throughout the negotiation, the Dean didn't seem as overbearing as Imo Mi had expected. Listening to the Dean's tone, it seemed any way of cooperating was possible, with conditions left to Imo Mi to set as she pleased.

Is the fact really like that? Of course not. The Dean's seemingly casual attitude was actually a probe; he wanted to know whether Imo Mi understood the current situation.

If Imo Mi was a sensible person, then cooperation could happen. If Imo Mi relied on her side having many healers and used that as leverage to demand benefits, then what awaited them would be a fate of being gradually eaten away, ultimately eliminated completely.

Imo Mi is a smart person, and she also knows this is an opportunity—her chance to soar. Right now, her side is at a great disadvantage, nearly reaching the point of imminent elimination.

If she can negotiate with the Reincarnation Paradise side under these circumstances and survive to the end, exempting punishment with a small amount of condensed spacetime power, then among her side's over a hundred people, she will completely establish her prestige.

Under the siege of the Death Paradise and the Religious Cult, the contractors of the Holy Light Paradise who can survive are absolutely sixth-stage elites. If she can recruit these contractors to form a small adventuring team, even if promoted to seventh stage, it would be a very strong and rapidly developing group.

Imo Mi has been in multiple large teams before. Her summarized experience is that large teams are too hard to control, everyone has their own thoughts. During the world contention war, they are indeed strong, but in daily resource distribution, it's a big problem.

Therefore, long ago, Imo Mi had planned to form a small team of about five people, taking the elite route. Unfortunately, teammates aren't that easy to find. She had tried before, but alas, they all died.

Now the opportunity has come. Selecting four teammates from the 108 people isn't too difficult, and their strength is somewhat guaranteed.

To fulfill the teammate recruitment plan, Imo Mi needs to do one thing: lead these people through the crisis, completely establish the prestige and charisma of a leader, rather than being just a temporary leader.

Setting aside Imo Mi's thoughts, at this moment, inside the main base of the Reincarnation Paradise.

"It's settled. The situation is smoother than expected. We can begin."

The Dean put down the communicator in his hand, his gaze turning toward Su Xiao.

"I can handle any possible seventh-stage opponent."

"Are you sure there's no problem? There's a big gap between seventh and sixth stage. I once fought a seventh-stage contractor in some world. That woman tore through all my plans. If I hadn't retreated in time, I would have died there."

The Dean felt some emotion. That time he suffered defeat was because of the enemy's absolute martial force, in a fully open native world where all kinds of demons and monsters could appear. Not only was he, as a sixth-stage contractor, opposing the seventh-stage contractors of the Initiate Paradise in that world, but there were also beings transcending the native world, falling stars.

The reason the Dean was sent to that fully open native world had some punitive meaning. When he was at fifth stage, he got all the contractors of his side killed. If he hadn't won that world contention battle, he wouldn't have qualified for sixth stage and would have been 'thrown into' a fully open native world.

"In principle, there's no problem."

"In principle..."

The Dean was at a loss for words. In his perception, Su Xiao was monster-level, strong beyond his understanding of sixth stage. Even, the Dean suspected that if there was suitable terrain, this monster could single-handedly fight over a hundred sixth-stage contractors.

"As for the Initiate Paradise side, no need to interfere for now. You should understand what I mean."

A gold coin flipped in Su Xiao's hand, rang with a ding, slid off his fingertip, rolled across the table to stop in front of the Dean, and at the moment it stopped, it stood upright perfectly.

"Of course. Bai Ye, you're overthinking. I won't use my own people..."

The Dean's words trailed off mid-sentence. Suddenly he stopped, a pair of eyes glowing with red light fixed on him. If he continued speaking, he would die—he would definitely die.

"We almost simultaneously declared war on three sides. People will die. This is unavoidable."

The Dean seemed to admit something, but didn't say it outright. Saying he would have to sacrifice some of his own side while fighting so many contractors, of course there would be a cost. After doing certain things, the Dean would be the first to run away, to avoid being slaughtered by those dissatisfied madmen. With the Widow Xi here, the subsequent plan has no problem.

"After dealing with the alliance of Death and Holy Domain, we will stop, to avoid any unnecessary loss of combat power."

"What do you mean?"

"In the Fallen Zone, many corpses of native inhabitants were discovered. They also need condensed spacetime power. Judging by the time of death on the corpses, they arrived in the Fallen Zone five days before we reached this world, obtaining at least twelve or more condensed spacetime powers."

Su Xiao lit a cigarette. The faint fishy-spicy and tobacco taste in his mouth let him relax in the chair. According to his judgment, those native inhabitants are waiting, waiting for our side's numbers to be reduced to a certain extent before charging over.

On the core of this world, there is no mark of any Paradise, plus the certification of the Void Tree, so this place won't suffer too strong interference.

That is to say, the native inhabitants of this world are actually a hidden enemy lurking in the dark. Their numbers are vast, and they occupy absolute geographical advantage, after all, they live in this world.

What's even stranger is that Bahar previously discovered several beastman corpses, surprisingly mixed among the corpses of other species. This indicates that both sides are cooperating to obtain condensed spacetime power.

The beastmen were beaten into submission, and after seeing some possibility, they surrendered. Meanwhile, the humans and demi-humans of this world should still be upholding their beliefs, still hating and resisting the other species.

"The other species won't have reconciled with the beastmen, right?"

The Dean also learned through his own intelligence channels that the Fallen Zone had beastman and other-species corpses, but he didn't know about that pile of corpses mixed together, which had already been burned by Bahar.

"The beastmen have submitted."

"That... is not good."

The Dean picked up the gold coin on the table, pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "First, clear out the alliance of Death and Holy Domain. Give me two days. If I can't do it within two days, you may behead me."

"Why would I behead you? Because you're from the Gentlemen's Alliance? Because you were once a violator? Because you and Mr. J come from the same mental asylum?"

A smile appeared on Su Xiao's face, a very kind smile. After leaving those words, he stood up and departed.

"Indeed, just as Mr. J said, a monster."

The Dean looked at the gold coin in his hand. On the gold coin was a ouroboros pattern. This pattern represents a certain mental asylum, and also represents the Gentlemen's Alliance.

Mr. J, the Dean, the mad doctor—all come from that mental asylum, and all are members of the Gentlemen's Alliance. Mr. J once went independent for a period, resulting in nearly being slain by Su Xiao.

It must be said that this mental asylum has produced many talents.