Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 2024: Killing (1)

Among the few elixirs that the Changxu Water Race seldom concocted, the Attached Kill Medicine stood out. This Six-Turn elixir was notoriously difficult to perfect, with one vital ingredient frequently causing refinement failures. Furthermore, the medicine carried severe adverse effects; while it could induce an explosive surge of power, it wrought considerable damage to the user's body afterward. Consequently, this elixir was typically reserved as a final option for Changxu Water Race members facing dire combat situations.

Ye Zhongming ingested such a pill, propelling his Potalai amount to yet another increase. The Changxu Water Race cultivators estimated that his Potalai should now be nearing, or possibly even surpassing, fifty thousand...

Imagine the dire state of his physical form after resorting to every conceivable method to elevate his Potalai from a mere ten thousand—even with the aid of various precious medicinal pills—to fifty thousand. Such a Potalai count might already signify elite-level strength within the Star-Eye Clan.

"Order Leader, we are prepared to join the fight as well."

Despite their earlier reservations about Ye Zhongming's strategy, the Changxu Water Race members were now steadfast allies. Having committed to their decision, they were ready to engage with full force.

"Follow me." With those few words, Ye Zhongming initiated the day's operation, taking the vanguard position.

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The sonic artistry of the cosmic races presented a far richer tapestry than that of Earth. Their musical instruments were, for the most part, entirely alien, producing sounds and intricate combinations that were significantly more vibrant and novel.

At this very moment, the most acclaimed music currently circulates like a flowing river, permeating the entirety of the small estate.

Lilaiqiya, a wine goblet in hand, moved with grace amongst beings adorned in resplendent battle regalia.

He had developed a certain fondness for this lifestyle, an appreciation for the sensation of being the focal point of attention.

Within the Huo'er Star Race, he held the status of a mere third-class clansman, overseeing a modest segment of their merchant fleet. Although his considerable personal strength earned him high regard within the clan, Lilaiqiya was acutely aware that the highest position he could aspire to in this lifetime was that of deputy commander of the merchant fleet.

This ceiling might only be surpassed if he could breach a certain threshold and attain the status of a revered expert, potentially earning a seat as an Elder and becoming a true first-class clansman.

Yet, breaching that particular barrier was far from a simple endeavor.

Thus, even he felt his life's trajectory had reached its zenith.

This mission undertaken far from home offered little in the way of significant opportunity, as it represented a task of minimal difficulty for both him and his clan. It involved nothing more than escorting a contingent of Changxu Water Race slaves for a public display in Darkstrip City. If this action could provoke the Changxu Water Race into launching a rescue attempt, that would be ideal. If not, the outcome held little consequence.

Initially, Lilaiqiya harbored no enthusiasm for this undertaking. A mission devoid of potential peril—how could it possibly be engaging? Even as a third-class clansman among the Huo'er Star people, his strength already surpassed seventy thousand Potalai. Within Darkstrip City, who could possibly pose a threat to him? Perhaps the clan leaders or Elders of a few mid-tier races might possess such a capability, but they would scarcely dare to act, even under extreme duress. As for the primary targets of this expedition, the Changxu Water Race, even if some possessed Potalai superior to his own, they were no match for a warrior of his caliber. In the perception of many, they were merely humanoid support units, skilled only in elixir refinement and shield generation.

Lilaiqiya's participation was driven solely by the necessity of obeying orders.

However, during the course of the mission, he discovered an unexpected source of profound gratification.

The various inhabitants of Darkstrip City accorded him the utmost deference, treating him as an esteemed guest.

This locale was, in fact, an area under the influence of the Huo'er Star people. These mid-tier races were also affiliated with the Huo'er Star faction, albeit not closely aligned with the dominant race.

From Lilaiqiya's perspective, and indeed from the viewpoint of the Huo'er Star populace, the collective might of the eight mid-tier races within Darkstrip City was somewhat inadequate. A single dispatched combat team from their ranks possessed the capacity to obliterate Darkstrip City. And the Huo'er Star possessed more than fifty such combat teams!

For a minor city where the combined strength of its eight ruling families paled in comparison to even the weakest combat team of his clan, it would be unfathomable if the Huo'er Star people were to pay them significant heed.

Consequently, this disparity led the eight families to regard Lilaiqiya as a figure of considerable importance. Such a significant individual gracing their presence necessitated lavish hospitality, affording Lilaiqiya the indulgence of flattery, respect, exquisite cuisine, fine wines, and the company of beautiful women.

Regardless, his extravagant conduct could be readily justified by the clan's objective of drawing out the Changxu Water Race in a conspicuous manner.

He found himself living a life free of cost, yet indulging in the finest cuisine, exquisite wines, and later, the delightful company of women from diverse lineages. Such an existence could hardly be compared to his former life within the clan.

At the banquet held today, prominent figures from all eight families were present, including a few esteemed young successors. However, Lilaiqiya held no interest in them; his desires were set on high-ranking female successors. The thought of those who might one day lead their clans, engaging in certain intimate acts with him, filled him with immense excitement.

"Master Lilaiqiya, might we request the presence of the Changxu Water Race later? We have yet to witness them up close. Their females are renowned for their delicate nature, seductive charm, and striking beauty, would you not agree?"

The Changxu Water Race was a well-known lineage, but in recent years, their numbers had dwindled, bordering on extinction. Few had the chance to truly encounter them. Members of the Changxu Water Race, when presented publicly, were typically in a subservient role. Given their current standing, at most as high-ranking successors, they were not permitted such close proximity.

This particular request stemmed from the speaker getting carried away, emboldened by a perceived familiarity with Lilaiqiya during their recent interactions.

The others discreetly observed Lilaiqiya, using their cups as a shield for their expressions.

In truth, they too harbored a desire to see them. The prospect of sharing a wondrous night with a member of such a famously beautiful race was an appealing one.

Lilaiqiya let out a cold, internal scoff. Considering how well the other's sister performed in bed, he decided to indulge the request. "Since everyone wishes to see, there is naturally no issue," he declared.

He murmured a few words to a subordinate standing nearby. The individual promptly departed the main hall, presumably to fetch the requested individuals.

A wave of excitement swept through the hall. Live members of the Changxu Water Race – they were eager for a good look.

Observing the reactions of those present, Lilaiqiya internally categorized them once more... mere country bumpkins, utterly lacking worldly experience.

Soon, ten individuals from the Changxu Water Race were brought forth. They bore no visible restraints, and their attire was surprisingly neat. Their Furelai, in fact, had been suppressed by a specialized technique, a method generally mastered only by major races.

A throng of onlookers gathered around the Changxu Water Race contingent, expressing their awe. The males possessed handsome features, the females were stunning, and even the elders exuded a remarkable presence.

Meanwhile, Lilaiqiya, positioned just outside the main group, cast his gaze outward, a chilling smile gracing his lips.

"They actually came? They finally couldn't resist making a move. With everyone gathered in the hall, the timing they chose is quite opportune."

He uttered this softly, discarded his wine goblet, and began walking toward the exit. As he moved, the formidable aura radiating from his body suddenly surged forth.

The entire hall was instantly filled with gasps of astonishment.