Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 2013: Assessment (2)

The senior leaders of the Star-Eye Clan exchanged glances, all utterly shocked by Ye Zhongming's vast riches and his extravagant spending habits.

He had already provided five million as initial capital for exploiting the resource star, with projections indicating at least two or three million more required later. Now, he was forking over 1.5 million just to acquire land. How incredibly wealthy was this man?

Still, no further suspicions arose among them, as they largely chalked up the funds to Jie Su and the backing of the Su Race.

Ye Zhongming currently stood as the only figure beyond the Taros Red Dwarves able to produce Red Condensation-grade equipment. This reality alone made it effortless for the Su Race to pour in ten to twenty million Moonspan Gold. Witness his output speed: about twenty pieces of Red Condensation-grade gear every ten days. Even selling each at an average of merely thirty thousand brought in six hundred thousand Moonspan Gold. Several million was no big deal for him.

In addition, Ye Zhongming would soon visit the Su Race to collect his reward for dominating the Novices, and he might even snag extra funding there, fueling his unwavering confidence.

By this point, the grand assessment had finished its first solo competition. The champion ascended the platform, receiving a Red Condensation-grade equipment straight from Ye Zhongming's hands, sparking deafening cheers that roared like ocean waves across the training grounds inside and out. The victor, wild with joy, thrust the equipment skyward and unleashed a ferocious howl.

Next, Ye Zhongming handed out two pieces of Ke Steel Grade equipment to the second and third-place finishers. The standard-grade rewards for the top hundred were also personally distributed by him on the rostrum, right before the eyes of the Star-Eye Clan's top brass.

All those present grinned, realizing Ye Zhongming was leveraging them to foster pride and allegiance, but they saw it as a positive move and had no objections.

Yet, once the opening individual event wrapped up and Ye Zhongming completed the awards, Training Commander Bashilu suddenly questioned: "The first-place score is already close to the average score of Silver Mask warriors, right? And the average score of the top one hundred, how much does it differ from yours?"

Bashilu was that massive man with a bone ring encircling his neck. Though titled Training Commander, the Star-Eye Clan's three elite teams managed their own drills, leaving him little room to interfere. In reality, his domain was limited to the Novice Camp and the clan leader's guards; his role resembled that of Guard Captain more closely.

Nevertheless, as Training Commander, he meticulously followed all training statistics. Having observed the Bronze Camp's evaluation, something struck him as unusual.

White Robe cast an irritated glance at Ye Zhongming and responded a bit awkwardly: "The first-place score is indeed already similar to the Silver Camp's average score. As for the average score of the top one hundred, it probably still lags a bit behind ours, but not by much."

The two clan leaders' eyes gleamed brightly.

Across the Star-Eye Clan, the Gold Camp boasted the supreme battle prowess, standing far above every other unit. The Silver Camp followed, while the Bronze Camp trailed as the feeblest, with a substantial gap—far wider than that separating Gold from Silver.

"Actually, this is not my credit. The current situation in the Bronze Camp is a clear distinction between the strong and the weak. That strong group is very close to the Silver Camp's level, even reaching it in certain individual events, like the guy just now. He was originally a Hundred-Person Leader; his Furelai level was already close to eight thousand. If he had not been solely focused on cultivation, he could have become a deputy Thousand-person Leader position at the very least. But more people are very weak, with Furelai around three thousand or so, and quite a few not even reaching three thousand."

Ye Zhongming sighed faintly; this remained his greatest worry.

He could draw on his expertise and networks to customize training for each Bronze Camp member, accelerating their advancement—particularly those with solid foundations. Ye Zhongming felt certain their Furelai would surpass ten thousand in just one or two years.

However, when that moment arrived, an unavoidable issue would emerge: these individuals could depart the Bronze Camp and transfer to the Silver Camp.

Though he had foreseen this outcome long before and even established the Camp Battle Instructor role ahead of time to keep those eligible for Silver Camp, the clan's regulations remained unyielding in the end. No matter what the Bronze Camp attempted, it ultimately depended on each person's own choice.

Should all these powerhouses depart, the Bronze Camp's overall might would certainly suffer a severe blow. This stood as a critical challenge Ye Zhongming would confront ahead.

Yet, he possessed firm belief in his capacity to manage this issue effectively. True, the Silver Camp lacked the superior benefits and gear of the Bronze Camp, though building that up demanded time.

"Proceed steadily, no need to hurry. At the very least, hope shines before us. White Robe, the same goes for you—down the line, avoid channeling every bit of effort into endless challenges. Nurture your Silver Camp diligently. Thanks to Zhongming and Aslan, the load you carry won't weigh as heavily moving forward; look after yourself too."

Leader Star voiced this abruptly. The opening remarks rang clear to all: Ye Zhongming's arrival allowed White Robe to release the crushing duty of bearing the Star-Eye Clan's standard; he no longer needed to battle with utter recklessness.

However, while handing the banner to Ye Zhongming made sense, Aslan's role in it baffled everyone.

"Aslan has surpassed ten thousand Furelai already." Leader Eye couldn't suppress a smile at this; after all, she was his own daughter.

All present stood stunned in unison!

Of course, they had always valued Aslan, but her prowess as the prospective clan head hadn't drawn deep focus. She was simply too youthful—her talent dazzled, yet it fell short of godlike heights, and... even trailed White Robe's.

Who could imagine that, at such tender years, her Furelai had already topped ten thousand?! Surely White Robe hadn't reached that milestone back then?

Those familiar with Aslan's prior capabilities found the revelation even more puzzling: how had she achieved such a sudden, profound breakthrough?

"Credit goes to Zhongming for retrieving the 'Universal Laws Principles.' We've all studied the tome, drawing unique understandings. Star and I, stalled in power for years lately, have edged forward slightly; the rest of you must have too."

The volume served as a 'miscellaneous study' bequeathed by a Star-Eye Clan forebear. It earned that label since it detailed no precise skill or method; instead, it offered insight jottings, condensations, and guidance across Star-Eye Clan techniques.

Perusing it proved immensely beneficial for all, though the extent of growth hinged on individual perception.

Evidently, judging by present signs, Aslan had harvested the greatest rewards from it.

Elation swept the group, with heartfelt praises extended to the two leaders, for the Star-Eye Clan now boasted a true heir.

Leader Star cast a profound glance at Ye Zhongming and declared, "Aslan joins the Library Palace visit this round. May she uncover valuable gains there."

Ye Zhongming paused in surprise briefly before nodding.

Having secured her desired response, Leader Star beamed and addressed the assembly: "You've all examined the Universal Laws Principles. Come tomorrow, pass it to the clan's other core figures for study. Next, share it with the teams' Thousand-person Leaders and Hundred-Person Leaders. View it as a prize; the three primary teams may manage its distribution."

Nods rippled through the crowd. Cheng Liujin and White Robe lit up most joyfully; they'd agonized over scant superior incentives for their followers.

Suddenly, gasps of awe rose from the arena below. The elite officers peered down to see the second solo competition had wrapped, with the top finisher shattering a Bronze Camp mark unbroken for thirty-one years!