Chapter Forty-Seven: Just Flatten Them

Hearing the young man’s words, Toswassin’s brow furrowed. “How many people did they bring?” His voice carried a certain gloom; the fact that his subordinate had rushed in to report without even announcing himself, causing such panic among the others, showed the situation was unusually serious. The young man forced himself to remain calm, yet his voice still trembled. “They’ve come demanding one of our instructors. They claim an instructor from our Guild killed several elite members of their Guild and are demanding we hand over the instructor, or they will declare war!” Toswassin frowned again. “I explicitly forbade anyone in the Guild from engaging in combat with members of the Hand of God Guild. Which instructor acted without authorization?” Bai Long, Yue Heng, and the others standing nearby exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat peculiar. Ye Chen frowned. “I instigated this dispute.” He guessed that his identity must have been exposed during a communication, and someone with ill intentions had reported it. He had anticipated such an outcome and wasn't surprised, only that the retaliation from the Hand of God Guild had been so swift. “You?” Toswassin was momentarily stunned, then realized something and sighed. “Forget it, it’s no great matter. The Hand of God Guild has been looking for a reason to challenge us for a long time; they just hadn’t found a handle to start a fight.” Ye Chen didn't reply. He asked the young man, “How many people did the Hand of God Guild bring?” Hearing Ye Chen speaking with the Guild Master, the young man secretly felt a wave of awe. Facing Ye Chen’s inquiry, he dared not delay. He quickly reported, “The Hand of God Guild brought four people in total. They gathered in the Combat Zone, severely beat many Guild members who were training or relaxing there, and even killed several people.” “What! They dared to kill people?!” Toswassin slammed the table, leaving a faint handprint where the metal surface was visibly dented. He glanced at the young man, confirmed he hadn't exaggerated, and clenched his fists, his heart filled with rage! The audacity to slaughter his subordinates was tantamount to slapping him across the face! The young man was startled. Seeing the palm print on the metal table, he was secretly horrified. He lowered his head, not daring to say more, fearing he would become the target of the released fury. Toswassin’s chest heaved violently, his anger boundless but with nowhere to vent. He clenched his fists, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. After a moment, the young man whispered, “Guild Master, what should we do now?” “What to do?” Toswassin ground his teeth. “What else can we do? We can only send an instructor over and let them deal with him as they see fit. Are we really going to start a war? They caught us with a valid reason this time; we were in the wrong first. The Base City won't side with us this time.” “Dispatch an instructor to take the blame?” The young man was shocked. An instructor was a level-one-hundred powerhouse… The value of an instructor far surpassed that of two or three elite members. He looked at Toswassin’s face, twisted nearly beyond recognition with fury, and sighed inwardly, feeling helpless. In the Base City, there were explicit regulations: major Guilds were forbidden from engaging in internal fighting. If things escalated too far, the Base City would intervene to support the party that acted second! And this time... the Blue Mountain Guild had struck first. Historically, although the two major Guilds often had minor friction, neither dared to initiate action lightly. If they did, the party that acted second could fight with their full strength, knowing that the Base City would intervene just as they were about to be annihilated! This was the Base City's method of maintaining the balance of power among the major Guilds. While the Blue Mountain Guild's influence meant the Base City might overlook the killing of a few people, as long as it didn't spiral out of control, a Guild was still just a Guild—not as powerful as the Base City itself. “I’ll lose an instructor this time, but next time, I’ll make them lose ten thousand people to compensate!” Toswassin’s eyes glinted fiercely. He was a figure of influence, not some coward who would suffer a loss without striking back. “But, Guild Master, which instructor should we send?” the young man asked bitterly. No one in the world was foolish enough to volunteer for certain death. Toswassin frowned. This was a real dilemma. He pondered for a moment, then recalled, “Instructor Misol has a wife whom he cherishes deeply. Go tell him that if he agrees, I will guarantee the best care for his wife. Unless I die, no one will touch a single hair on his wife’s head.” “Do you think he will agree?” the young man hesitated. Sacrificing himself for a woman seemed utterly foolish. “He absolutely will,” Toswassin’s eyes held a strange light. “No one knows him better than I do. For his wife, I could ask him to tear out his own heart, and he wouldn’t even frown. He is an idiot blinded by love!” The young man paused, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, then nodded subtly and turned to leave. “Wait!” Ye Chen spoke suddenly, his tone indifferent. “There’s no need to send an instructor to take the blame.” “No need?” Toswassin and the young man both started. Ye Chen glanced at Toswassin, an enigmatic look in his eyes. “Since we struck first, this is a godsend opportunity for them. While losing one level-one-hundred expert would be painful for you, the ambitions of the Hand of God Guild Master extend beyond just this. Otherwise, he wouldn't hold that position!” Toswassin’s heart jolted. He couldn't be sure. “You mean…” Ye Chen said calmly, “Under these circumstances, if I were him, I would definitely drag that instructor who took the blame out to the gates of your Guild and torture them to death, provoking your nerves, humiliating you severely, and enraging you. As soon as one of you succumbs to the anger and attacks first, under the public gaze, you become the aggressor, and the war will begin anyway!” Toswassin fell silent. The young man felt Ye Chen’s words held merit and asked anxiously, “Then what do we do now?” “It’s simple,” Ye Chen held up one finger. “Flatten the Hand of God Guild.” The reception room fell into silence. Provided by Breaking Dawn Update Group. Toswassin and the young man stared in shock. In all three Base Cities in Russia, no one dared utter such an arrogant declaration! They knew that the Hand of God Guild's power was something even the Base City held in dread. Although the Boran Base City could mobilize its full strength to flatten the Hand of God Guild, it would come at the cost of destroying ten thousand enemies while losing eight thousand of their own forces, all while other Base Cities watched covetously. No one dared to make such a rash move against a major Guild! Ye Chen slowly stood up, patted Toswassin’s shoulder, and said, “We’ll go over there too.” Toswassin looked stupefied. “The Hand of God Guild’s power far exceeds ours. If a real fight breaks out, even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory. Furthermore, the Base City might intervene, as the infighting among major Guilds weakens overall human strength while the monster armies outside are waiting to strike…” “I know,” Ye Chen said calmly, patting his shoulder with a reassuring gesture. Toswassin gave a wry smile and told the young man beside him, “Go summon all the major instructors; we depart together.” The young man glanced at Ye Chen, his expression strange. “Yes,” he replied and turned to leave. Bai Long was stunned. “Only four or five of us, and we’re sending everyone?” Toswassin looked at the young man, quickly noticing that although his demeanor seemed casual, almost like a scatterbrain at first glance, he was enveloped by a faint killing aura—the cold temperament unique to those who have killed for a long time. Toswassin’s heart tightened. Mo Feng, who rarely spoke, said quietly, “There are only four or five of them for now.” However, the enemy has likely guessed we will gather our forces, so they will soon dispatch the hidden armies to launch a large-scale battle once our reinforcements arrive!” “Oh,” Bai Long realized. “High EQ but zero IQ!” Yue Heng rolled his eyes without reservation. Bai Long glared, “Who are you calling a jackass?!” “I mean you!” Yue Heng refused to back down. “Say that again to me!” Bai Long chuckled wickedly. Yue Heng realized he’d been tricked and nearly strangled him. Toswassin looked at the two of them in despair. They were about to head into a bloody fight, and they still had the mood to joke? Soon, the group followed Toswassin out of the reception room and arrived beneath the Guild Headquarters. When they reached the area, three figures were already standing there—two men and one woman. They were the three commanders who had directed countless troops to bombard Ye Chen at the entrance of the ruins. Hearing footsteps, the three turned around. Upon seeing Toswassin, they nodded respectfully. Then, their eyes swept over and caught sight of Ye Chen beside him. Their pupils constricted instantly, and they nearly cried out in shock. “De-de-de-devil!” stuttered one of the curly-haired youths, trembling. The neighboring Meizi Philan and the young man also looked slightly pale, feeling the nightmare-like scene resurface before their eyes. A chilling feeling ran through them; they felt completely unsafe. Toswassin frowned. “Be quiet! This Celestial—this adult—is now the true Guild Master of our Guild. Do not be disrespectful in the future!” He had intended to introduce Ye Chen but realized he didn't know his name, feeling a slight awkwardness. Ye Chen seemed to sense this and stated calmly, “My name is Ye Chen.” “Guild Master Ye!” Philan, the young man, and the other youth paused slightly before quickly regaining their composure. Seizing the opportunity to curry favor, they immediately shouted the title. Seeing their deference, Toswassin felt a pang of jealousy. “Is it just the three of you?” Toswassin shifted his gaze, noticing only three people nearby. “We were resting at the headquarters and rushed over as soon as we received the notice. The others are likely still on their way,” Philan replied, taking the lead. Hmm… A set of footsteps rushed toward them, and soon, a majestic figure came running from a distance. ‘Misol is here,” the young man smiled. “He seems to have a good relationship with Misol.” Ye Chen looked up. It was a young man—tall, with tight black curly hair, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and bright eyes, giving an impression of boundless energy. He wore white-gold leather armor with loose joints and carried a golden longsword on his back, exuding a heroic aura, laced with the scent of royal nobility.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Prehistoric Paradise Civilization!

Enthusiasm, anyone? Monthly tickets, anyone? Recommendation tickets, anyone? Anyone?! We’re only one monthly ticket away from breaking into the top 40! If we break in, there will be five chapters tomorrow! “Misol…” Ye Chen recalled faintly. In his previous life, there was a powerhouse in Russia known as the Angel King, also named Misol… It was said that his talent was Divine Judgment of Light, ranking among the top 10 Light-element talents out of 3000! This talent wasn't remarkable in its initial first stage, but it began to unleash terrifying power upon reaching the second stage! However, awakening the talent to the second stage required at least a physique level of ten thousand! Furthermore, this person was extremely lucky. He found an Angel’s Tomb and obtained the Angelic Inheritance within, learning the opponent's combat skills and many special secret arts. His strength ranked in the top five in all of Russia! Angels were the ‘Prehistoric Humans’ of the Prehistoric Paradise Civilization. In that era, Angels were called the ‘Aimi people’! The Aimi people possessed naturally powerful combat abilities and stunningly beautiful appearances; any random one could instantly surpass modern international superstars. Each Aimi person could only bear one offspring in their lifetime. After giving birth, all their vital essence and blood energy flowed into the descendant, causing their own appearance to age rapidly, leading to death within two to three years. Ordinary Aimi people had lifespans reaching 500 years. After birth, they could grow to the appearance of a fifteen-year-old youth in just one year. Moreover, utilizing the technology of that civilization, vast amounts of knowledge were directly implanted into the young Aimi brain, eliminating the need for formal schooling, granting them the knowledge level of a modern professor. They maintained a youthful appearance until they reached 100 years old, at which point they would enter the Angelic Temple to receive the Blessing of the Gods, officially becoming an ‘adult’! The internal structure of the Aimi body was slightly different from modern humans. In that civilization, the daily study for all Aimi people was to meditate and feel the special energy of the universe to enhance themselves. The lifelong pursuit of many Aimi people was to become a Great Archangel! The Aimi people were naturally benevolent and favored peace, not engaging in brawls. However, they harbored extreme disgust for dark creatures! The population of this civilization was extremely small, never exceeding one hundred million even at its peak. Yet, every single one was brave and skilled in combat. They were born with a physique level of 100 and grew stronger through cultivation. Many ordinary citizens achieved physique levels between 500 and 1000, let alone the warriors who defended the borders… Ye Chen had a simple understanding of this civilization because he had once entered a Level-Five Paradise Civilization ruin, nearly perishing inside. He managed to escape by sheer luck, obtaining an Angelic Battle Saber. In terms of danger, that Angelic Civilization ruin was even more perilous than the current Level-Four Fire Civilization ruin he had chosen. Ye Chen estimated that with his current strength, opening a typical Level-Three ruin had a danger coefficient of only 30! Opening a Level-Four ruin raised the coefficient to 60! And opening a Level-Five civilization ruin meant a coefficient of 90! As for Level-Six civilizations, it was certain death! However, the Fire Civilization ruin and the Atlantis Civilization ruin were two special Level-Four ruins whose danger coefficients were not high, matching only that of a Level-Four ruin. This was why he chose the Fire Civilization. Still, ruins that contained immense wealth but had disproportionately low danger coefficients were increasingly rare. “Lead the way,” Ye Chen glanced at Misol, then withdrew his gaze, not overly surprised. The Blue Mountain Guild was, after all, one of the world’s top Guilds in his past life. It wasn't strange that some of the experts he once looked up to were gathered here. If even the future powerhouse Philan was present, it was natural to expect others. Toswassin nodded slightly and walked side-by-side with Ye Chen, leading the way. Bai Long and the others merely glanced at Misol before turning to follow behind Ye Chen. Enthusiasm, anyone? Monthly tickets, anyone? Recommendation tickets, anyone? Anyone!!! Although Misol was a high-ranking member of the Blue Mountain Guild and somewhat famous in the Base City and even all of Russia, they paid him little mind. Whether it was Bai Long or Mo Feng, pulling out any one of them could instantly kill the most powerful person in this Base City! After the apocalypse, except for those in combat professions like boxers and assassins, everyone else started on the same baseline. Some starved on the streets, while others, through effort, opportunity, and intelligence, became experts revered by thousands—this was genius! If Misol, Philan, and Toswassin were geniuses, then Bai Long and Mo Feng were monstrous talents! As for Ye Chen, he was beyond description… Misol glanced at Ye Chen in surprise, noticing that this man in black was walking shoulder-to-shoulder with the lofty Guild Master. His heart tightened, and he dared not ask further, following behind Philan and the others. Along the way, he paid close attention to Ye Chen’s mysterious entourage. The Utz brothers stood behind Ye Chen, looking nervous and apprehensive. They never imagined they would meet the Blue Mountain Guild Master face-to-face one day. To them, someone commanding over a hundred thousand subordinates was as divine and lofty as a god, someone whose mere distant glance could steal their breath. But now, they saw him in person, walking alongside him, able to feel his presence—such close contact was unimaginable! Many people struggled through the apocalypse just to feed themselves, or managed to establish a small team to barely survive. The Utz brothers, having experienced the cruelty of the apocalypse, deeply understood how difficult it was to become the leader admired by a hundred thousand people! When the apocalypse struck, how many people could you lead? What excited them to the point of near madness was that experts like Toswassin were showing utmost respect to Ye Chen. They gazed at Ye Chen’s back with burning passion and adoration, secretly vowing that no matter what this future master asked of them, they would perform well and never disgrace him! The two subtly glanced at Misol, Philan, and the other young man behind them, feeling elated, as if in a dream. Walking alongside these peerless, lofty figures who stood at the pinnacle of humanity felt like an ordinary person suddenly finding themselves walking with the presidents of the world’s nations—how could they not be excited? Not long after, led by Toswassin, Ye Chen and the others arrived at the Base City's Combat Zone. Through Toswassin's introduction, Ye Chen gained some understanding of the Boran Base City. The Boran Base City was divided into four main areas: The Slum Area: Located near the city walls, this was the first place to suffer if monsters breached the city. It housed refugees, providing only minimal living space. For food, they had to find manual labor jobs within the Base City, such as construction or serving in restaurants, etc. The Base City also operated shops and auction houses where surviving warriors could purchase goods. The Combat Zone: Located on the eastern edge of the Base City, several rudimentary fighting arenas were built here, equipped with enhanced fitness gear for training. Its greatest utility was that it was the only place within the Base City where fighting among people was permissible without breaking the law! The Residential Area: Located in the city center, this was the safest zone, allowing ample time for escape even during a monster siege. Most Base Cities followed this structural layout. As soon as they reached the Combat Zone, a roaring cacophony of noise, curses, and shouts rushed toward them. “Hoo-ha!” “Kill him! Kill him…” The noise was deafening, making it impossible to discern specific words, save for occasional crude Russian phrases like, “Your mother,” or “Kill him.” Ye Chen stopped at the edge of the Combat Zone and looked up. Before him was a sea of people, a dense, black mass of heads surging, stretching so far with Ye Chen’s vision that he couldn't see the end—only darkness upon darkness. “Quite lively,” Bai Long clicked his tongue. “At least one hundred thousand people,” Yue Heng gasped. It was impossible to grasp the scale of a hundred thousand people gathered without seeing it firsthand; it was far more spectacular than the roar of a stadium crowd! Toswassin shot an irritated look at the two men. Their effortless demeanor made him want to strangle them. Ignoring them, he stomped his foot, propelled himself upward, took in the whole scene, and his expression tightened slightly. “What’s the situation?” Ye Chen asked. “The situation is very bad.” Toswassin’s voice carried barely concealed rage. He took a step forward, staring at the impenetrable mass of people before him, and roared, “Get out of my way!” His voice shook the entire area! The previously deafening clamor abruptly ceased. Everyone turned to look at Ye Chen and his group, instantly spotting Toswassin, which erupted into a fresh wave of chatter. “Look! The Blue Mountain Guild Master!” “Wow, I didn’t expect such a peak figure to show up here.” “This is my first time seeing him. I didn’t expect the mysterious Guild Master to be so handsome!” “Stop daydreaming.” “Look! Behind the Blue Mountain Master is Misol of the Sword of Judgment! I’ll never forget the unparalleled sight of him fighting through a monster horde with a King’s Sword during a small-scale monster siege!” “And that Philan, she’s a beautiful snake. Don’t let her delicate looks fool you; she’s incredibly strong and ruthless—a terrifying figure!”

"To see so many peak super-figures all at once—what a gain!"

Many people were stirred.

Tossvassine’s face darkened as he led the way. The dense crowd was forcibly split, creating a narrow passage just wide enough for two people to walk abreast.

At the end of this path lay an open clearing.

Ye Chen and the others arrived to see the clearing occupied. To the left stood four or five hundred people, all clutching weapons, veins bulging on their arms, faces contorted with rage. To the right was a vast, shadowy mass of figures, numbering perhaps several thousand, far outnumbering the group on the left. Standing at the forefront were five men, all impeccably dressed—some strikingly handsome, others tall and imposing, and one captivatingly alluring—each smirking coldly at the few hundred opposite them.

Between the two factions, on the white stone ground, lay several patches of bright red blood, alongside several mutilated corpses—limbs, heads, and torsos ripped apart.

Moreover, near the group on the left, several men stood with broken limbs, supported by others. They groaned softly in pain, cold sweat beading on their faces, teeth clenched tightly to suppress any sound others might hear.

Upon seeing this scene, every drop of blood in Tossvassine’s body seemed to surge backward. His blood vessels distended, and the fists he clenched cracked audibly; the immense force caused his fingernails to dig into his palms, making them tremble slightly.

"Guild Master!"

"Guild Master!"

Standing before the few hundred men were two young warriors. Their leather armor bore scuff marks and dust, clear evidence of recent combat and being thrown down. When they saw Tossvassine, they froze for an instant before shouting out in startled joy.

"The Guild Master is here!"

"That’s wonderful!"

"We must slaughter these brats!"

The several hundred men behind the two youths erupted in relieved cries, their faces shifting from pure fury toward the members of the Hand of God Guild opposite into savage grins, hatred carved deep into their very bones.

Tossvassine’s lips twitched. Looking at these members he had once led, a sense of profound feeling washed over him. He secretly felt fortunate that Ye Chen had intervened in time; otherwise, facing their expectant, hopeful gazes demanding vengeance while he himself swallowed his pride and handed over an instructor—he couldn't imagine the disappointment that would replace their current fervor.

Sensing Ye Chen standing beside him, Tossvassine felt his confidence solidify. He thrust his chest out, his gaze sweeping over the enemy without even glancing at the members of the Hand of God Guild. He walked directly toward his own subordinates, noticing the tattered state of the two leading youths' armor and the bruises around their mouths. A wave of emotion washed over him, enveloping him in an unfamiliar warmth.

He reached out and patted their shoulders, then retrieved a porcelain vial from his inner coat. "This contains a potion refined in the Base City. Take it to treat your internal injuries." His voice was slightly altered.

The two men blinked, looking at their Guild Master standing so near. They found it hard to believe; this usually aloof leader was patting their shoulders and personally handing them medicine. For a moment, they were stunned into silence.

Tossvassine said no more. After giving the medicine to the two, under the gaze of the entire assembly, he approached the injured and maimed members. Seeing their Guild Master approach, the latter were terrified, immediately bowing their heads, forgetting their pain, daring not to make a sound. "Your subordinate pays respects to the Guild Master. I know I have erred, bringing shame upon the Blue Mountain Guild. I beg the Guild Master's forgiveness!" As they spoke, they struggled to rise from the ground to perform the proper salutation.

Tossvassine’s fists clenched slightly. He lowered his head, his voice raspy, "You all..."

The men felt uneasy, tense, cold sweat beading in their palms.

Silence fell over the clearing.

Tossvassine raised his head and boomed, "You did wonderfully! Truly the men of my Blue Mountain Guild!"

The men’s eyes widened. They stared into Tossvassine’s clear eyes; the blank stupor in their gaze transformed into profound gratitude. They immediately collapsed at his feet, weeping loudly.

Ye Chen's lips curved upward slightly. He reached into his own pocket and took out an exquisite white jade vial, handing it to Wutesang behind him. "Take this and treat those few injured men." (To be continued)【This text was provided by Feng Junzi Xian of the Qihang Update Group】【This text was provided by Feng Junzi Xian of the Qihang Update Group】. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (Wubi) to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)