Chapter 571: I Want It All!

Since he didn't know what those dragons on the stage were arguing about, Li Ang naturally couldn't rashly agree.

As his words fell, the conference hall gradually fell silent, leaving only faint breathing sounds and the rustle of dragon wings.

Ma Zi slightly narrowed his eyes, a flicker of surprise passing through his crimson pupils—he hadn't expected the little one below to refuse so bluntly.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Li Ang asked with a hint of resignation: "My lord Ma Zi said I should choose, but shouldn't I at least know what I'm choosing?"

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Hearing this, Ma Zi froze, then a trace of embarrassment crept across his massive dragon face.

He'd been so focused on arguing with Landorf over which side the little one resembled more that he'd forgotten to explain his own purpose.

After a brief silence, Ma Zi cleared his throat and spoke with forced solemnity: "Since you've come to the Aio Logistics, you naturally must choose a department to join."

"I've heard what Seth told me about you—compared to the Bahamut Division, the Tiamat Division clearly suits you better."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang turned to look at the elderly gem dragon beside him.

If he remembered correctly, when he first arrived in the Aio Logistics territory, the old dragon had said they didn't force dragons from subordinate star regions to join—why did the reality seem so different?

Yet Seth himself was equally confused.

He hadn't lied to Li Ang—Aio Logistics indeed didn't compel dragons from subordinate star regions to join, so he had no idea why Ma Zi would say these words.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Li Ang instantly realized the cause of this situation was almost certainly tied to the dragon blood within him.

Then again, it made sense—no sword sect would let a natural sword body wander outside its walls.

Though the kinship among chromatic dragons was distant, the dragons within Aio Logistics clearly couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.

Moreover, even without chromatic dragons, there were metallic dragons and gem dragons and other dragon kinds on the stage—this outcome was still highly likely.

Once he understood the key point, Li Ang fell into thought.

Before entering the Demon High School world, he hadn't intended to join Aio Logistics at all.

But after obtaining his Abyssal-class profession, this option no longer seemed entirely unfeasible.

Though he didn't know whether the next stage of his Abyssal Composite Demon transformation was linked to the Abyss in D&D, it was still a viable path.

Add to that the possibility that his Black Emperor's subsequent profession might require dragon blood, and the fact that the Breakthrough Limitation mentioned by the Star Shepherd could only be researched within Aio Logistics—his necessity to join this cosmic giant had risen sharply.

Just as Li Ang was carefully weighing the pros and cons of joining Aio Logistics, Landorf suddenly spoke: "Don't pay attention to Ma Zi's words—if you truly don't want to join the corporation, it's no big deal."

"After all, we're all dragons—I understand you dislike being bound."

"Don't worry—if Ma Zi has any complaints, we'll handle them for you."

Aside from a few dragon kinds naturally curious by nature, most dragons preferred nothing more than eating, drinking, and sleeping atop glittering treasures—dragons as industrious as those in Aio Logistics were the minority.

Though many of them had joined only because they'd accumulated massive debts through laziness and now had to deliver packages to pay them off.

Hearing the copper dragon's words, Ma Zi's dragon face darkened, and he replied with clear irritation: "Landorf, you're only harming him—dragons with his talent can only be properly nurtured within the corporation."

"You're still as arrogant as ever, Ma Zi."

Landorf shook his head slightly, clearly disagreeing with the red dragon's words.

The reason was simple: the little one below had reached the Fifth Level without any corporate support—that proved he could grow on his own.

Moreover, according to Seth's report, this little one clearly came from a vast lineage, though for some reason it had yet to appear.

"Tch."

In response to Landorf's accusation, Ma Zi spat a small burst of flame, too lazy to argue further.

While the two dragons argued, Li Ang had already weighed the pros and cons.

Aside from the professional benefits he'd already mentioned, becoming a glorious cosmic freelancer would greatly improve the efficiency of his Control Panel Player and Traveler abilities—not to mention this cosmic giant could assist him when he finished his business and planned to flee.

Add to that the fact that the Morabith Star no longer needed his care—considering everything, joining Aio Logistics seemed the only viable choice.

Yet even though he'd decided to join this cosmic giant, he still needed to carefully consider which department to choose.

As he recalled the functions of each department within Aio Logistics, a plan slowly formed in his mind.

But just as he was about to voice his choice, a female voice suddenly rang out in the hall: "Ma Zi, hoarding talent isn't a good habit."

"Isn't this little one an alchemist? If so, the Farazul Division is clearly the best fit for him."

The speaker was a black dragon radiating an aura of decay.

She first gave Li Ang what she thought was a friendly smile, then glared with her enormous dragon eyes: "And haven't you noticed his deepest bloodline is black dragon?"

"Heh."

Hearing this, Ma Zi and Landorf both rolled their eyes.

They'd thought the newcomer had some brilliant insight—turns out he was just here to poach.

But before either dragon could respond, a sarcastic voice cut in:

"Save your breath, Sinsera—everyone in the corporation knows your Farazul Division is infamous for low pay and endless work. Are you trying to trick this kid?"

"What's that supposed to mean? If you want a fight, just say so!"

"Forget it—you two are just fifty steps laughing at a hundred. Neither of you has the right to look down on the other."

Watching the stage erupt into chaos again, Li Ang couldn't help but twitch his lips.

But Sinsera had one point right—his deepest dragon blood was indeed black dragon, since the Bronze and Fire King originated from the Black King Nidhogg.

Yet after devouring countless dragon bloods in the Demon High School world, the proportion of Nidhogg's blood within him had been greatly diluted.

Just as Li Ang assumed this argument would end as quickly as before, the situation only grew more heated.

Seeing this, he could only sigh and interrupt: "My lords, stop arguing—I've decided."

His voice was quiet, yet the entire hall fell instantly silent.

At that moment, every gaze fixed once more on Li Ang.

Landorf broke the silence first, slightly lifting his body, his tone gentle: "So what's your answer?"

"Bahamut Division? Tiamat Division? Or are you not joining the corporation at all?"

Feeling the weight of all eyes upon him, Li Ang shrugged and said: "Since all my lords are so eager for me to join your departments, why not make me an unofficial staff member serving them all?"

He had only made this choice after careful deliberation. After all, many branches of Aeo Logistics were support roles, so even if the dragons on the high platform agreed, once he ran off to be a cosmic drifter, it would amount to joining only the Tiamat Branch or the Bahamut Branch.

When it comes to stealing wages, just learn from him!

The moment these words were spoken, the expressions of all the dragons on the high platform immediately turned strange, for Aeo Logistics had never had such a precedent.

Ma Zi narrowed his eyes slightly, then slowly leaned forward from the high platform and asked in a voice that betrayed no emotion, "You've got the nerve, sure, but why do you think we'd agree?"

". Because I'm a genius?"

Faced with the question, Li Ang answered somewhat uncertainly.

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Hearing these words, every dragon present, Ma Zi included, couldn't help but be stunned.

This little thing really has no shame!

Just as the atmosphere was gradually growing strange, Landolf spoke up: "Fine, I agree."

"Landolf?!"

Hearing this, Ma Zi immediately turned his head in some surprise. He had never expected that a dragon present would actually agree to the proposal of the little fellow before him.

Then, before he could react, voices rang out one after another from the high platform.

"Heh. I agree as well."

"What an interesting little fellow. Count me in."

Soon, in the meeting hall, only Ma Zi remained without having responded.

He first swept a glance at his intrigued kindred around him, then turned his head to look at the tiny figure before him: "In that case... it seems I have no reason to refuse."

The red dragon knew that most of his kindred on the high platform had agreed to this proposal more out of a desire to watch the show.

But so what? It was more accurate to say that Ma Zi's curiosity had also been piqued by now.

He looked at the little dragon whelp before him, whose expression remained unchanged, and slowly bared a mouth of ferocious fangs:

"But before that, I need to see where exactly this confidence of yours comes from."