The intelligence officer understood perfectly what the higher-up was worried about.
So after a brief silence, he chose to take the initiative and report:
"My lord, we’ll avoid acting within the city-state as much as possible."
"But if there isn’t a good opportunity, we may have no choice but to strike inside Mylanne City."
"It’s just that if we do that... we’ll very likely lose an eight-star awakener."
Hearing this, the titan race higher-up’s expression darkened. For a mont, he couldn’t bring himself to decide.
Even for a powerful race like the titan race, the value of an eight-star awakener was enormous.
To lose a top-tier powerhouse for the sake of a human genius—was that trade really worth it?
Seeing that his superior still couldn’t harden his heart, the young intelligence officer imdiately decided to add fuel to the fire.
"My lord, now is not the ti to hesitate. For our titan race, nothing is more important than regaining the trust of the other races. Even if we have to sacrifice an eight-star awakener, I believe—"
Before he could finish, the titan race higher-up suddenly slapped him viciously across the face.
"Are you insane? Who gave a re intelligence officer like you the right to comnt on sothing like this?"
"Do you understand? Compared to the importance of an eight-star awakener, even a thousand of you wouldn’t matter!"
The young intelligence officer clenched his teeth, swallowed the blood, and lowered his head without another word.
On the other side, the titan race higher-up weighed it over, then spoke decisively:
"Send the order imdiately. Have our assassins act outside the boundaries of Mylanne City."
"If there’s no suitable opportunity, then have a peak six-star awakener make the move instead."
"After all, within Mylanne City’s range, there’s no real difference between an eight-star and a peak six-star anyway."
The young intelligence officer ground his teeth, but in the end said nothing. He only bowed his head and replied softly, "Yes."
...
At the sa ti, in a luxurious hotel suite elsewhere in the underground city—
A blond, blue-eyed elven executive was leisurely enjoying a massage from a young wood elf girl.
On a sofa not far away, a senior wood elf sat stiffly and carefully.
"Elder, I still don’t understand. You clearly already planned to have that guy nad Caelan join Killing Grounds, so why are you letting the titan race attempt to assassinate him?"
The elven executive kept his eyes closed, savoring the delicate fragrance of the girl’s body. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a calm, indifferent tone:
"The titan race... they’re just a bunch of brainless fools. If they want to prove their strength, let them try."
"If he really is the Chosen One, killing him would settle everything neatly. But I don’t think the titan race has that kind of ability."
"And even if he isn’t the Chosen One, the kid is still a top-tier human genius. If the titan race kills him, the hatred won’t fall on us."
After hearing this, the wood elf senior finally relaxed completely.
He stood up respectfully, then bowed toward the elven executive.
"In that case, I won’t disturb your rest any further, Elder."
"If you have any orders, just call for at any ti!"
...
At this very mont, Caelan was still racing through Mylanne City—
Completely unaware that killing intent was closing in around him.
Not far away in the outer city, inside an ordinary-looking residential house—
More than a dozen titan race mbers, each over two ters tall, were gathered together with great caution.
"According to the latest intel, the target seems to be preparing to leave Mylanne City. His direction is most likely the teleportation array."
"If we let him leave through the teleportation array, our entire plan will be wasted!"
For a mont, the titan race mbers present grew anxious. Almost in unison, they turned their gazes toward the center of the room.
"Lord Ruben, you decide!"
Ruben·Okdo had once been among the most brilliant geniuses of the titan race.
Back then, he had shone like a rising star, dazzling within his people—no one knew how many had cheered for him.
But ti was the fairest judge of all. As the years passed, the na Ruben·Okdo gradually vanished from public sight.
The once-radiant genius was now left with only an aging body.
He raised his hands and looked at his own withered, callused skin.
"The higher-ups sent us out for only one purpose: to kill the human race’s newly risen genius."
"Whether he is the Chosen One or not doesn’t matter to us."
"What matters is how we kill him—so we can weaken the human race."
"Defo, go toward the teleportation array. If possible, create a disturbance and force it to shut down temporarily."
"Edlas, you’re responsible for keeping a close watch on the target. If he shows any intention of leaving the city, report to imdiately."
"I, Ruben, will beco his undertaker."
After completing all the assignnts, the titan race mbers around him imdiately dispersed, each going off to handle their own task.
The house, which had been sowhat crowded just monts ago, suddenly felt strangely empty.
Ruben sat on a wooden chair, lifted his head, and looked toward the northern sky.
Perhaps this ti... the na Ruben·Okdo would disappear from this world for good.
...
Inside Mylanne City—
Caelan was extrely satisfied with the Whitewing Tiger’s speed.
Especially the thrill of sudden acceleration—it gave him a roller-coaster-like sensation.
Though compared to [Flashstep], it was still a bit slower.
But riding a roller coaster once in a while wasn’t a bad form of entertainnt, was it?
Just as Caelan was about to reach the teleportation array, the guards ahead suddenly sealed off the entrance.
Caelan had "Albie" stop, then stepped forward to ask:
"What’s going on? Why is the teleportation array entrance sealed?"
The guard glanced at the white tiger beneath Caelan, paused in surprise—
Since when did Mylanne City get another rich second-generation kid? How had he never heard of him before?
The guard cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on the Whitewing Tiger for a mont, before speaking in a respectful tone:
"Student, there’s a problem with the teleportation array. It can’t be used for the ti being."
"You may rest for a while... or go take a stroll outside the city."
Caelan shook his head. Leveling outside the city was too slow—and just the travel ti alone was a waste. The cost-performance ratio was way too low.
"Then roughly how long until it’s repaired?"
The guard hadn’t wanted to answer, but Caelan’s Whitewing Tiger was simply too eye-catching. So he lowered his voice and said:
"About an hour. It won’t take too long."
Caelan nodded, planning to find a small tavern and grab a cup of iced cola.
But the very next instant—
From the direction of the teleportation array, a violent explosion suddenly erupted!
"BOOOOOOM!"
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