bullyxtreme Chapter 954
Chapter 954
"At the earliest, it will be within the next two days of the preliminary rounds."
"If we go slowly, we might be able to hold out until the human realm battlefield opens..."
In fact, most people within the Curse Clan felt that they could hold out for a while longer.
It will take at least one or two months.
After all, the situation of their race is different from that of genocide.
Those covetous forces of various races do not actually want to exterminate the Cursed Race, but rather to keep them under their control.
The entire Cursed Clan, within a controllable range, will use their bodies to mass-produce Soul Essence for all races.
To achieve this goal, the various races would naturally not resort to lethal force, lest they force the Curse Clan to fight to the death!
It is precisely because the forces of all races have such a purpose...
The Cursed Clan should still have time to mediate.
However, as the clan leader, one must naturally prepare for the worst.
The clan chief took a deep breath, and facing those young yet resolute faces, continued with immense gravity:
"From now on, you'll have to face the challenges on your own..."
“You will be like rootless duckweed, with no race to rely on, and no sense of belonging among all races.”
"We might even continue to hear news about the 'Cursed Clan' in the days to come..."
"But remember, remember—"
"Whatever happens to the Curse Clan from now on is none of your business."
"Even if the entire Curse Clan is wiped out in just two days of the preliminary rounds... it has nothing to do with you."
"Wherever you are when you receive the news."
"Don't show any sadness, and don't let anyone notice anything unusual."
"Forget your primary identity, and live as your secondary identity."
"As the first sparks, your only mission is to survive at all costs!"
"You can even betray your race, betray your comrades, and become utterly ruthless for this mission..."
"As long as you can survive and continue the flame of our Cursed Clan, you are heroes!"
The clan chief spoke with deep sorrow and poignant emotion.
The young seedlings had tears welling up in their eyes, but dared not utter a sound.
"Next, the so-called 'giant training' that the Longevity Academy and the Boundless Academy will be conducting in their respective clan's territory battlefield will be the time for you to completely switch from your first identity to your second identity."
"Currently, none of the myriad races know that our Cursed Clan has also mastered the method of refining our own people into soul essences..."
"But to prevent the Cursed Clan from being completely controlled by other races and discovering the 'missing whereabouts' of you prodigies..."
"Therefore, the opening of this boundary battlefield is the perfect opportunity to make your 'whereabouts' more plausible."
"At that time, you will need to log in to the Realm Battlefield as the first person to enter, and then 'die' in front of everyone."
"Of course, he can't really die."
"If you really die, then you who have lost your primary identity will no longer be Cursed Clan players."
"So at that time, there will be a group of death servants in the clan to help you complete the 'fake death'."
“Your soul lamps will even be extinguished in the ancestral temples of your race.”
"At that time, you will change your appearance and walk among all races in a second identity."
"Even if the entire Cursed Clan falls later, no one should notice you survivors..."
The clan chief had long ago devised a way for these sparks to escape the fate of their race.
But deep down, I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
Is fate really something so easy to escape...?
The only way to find the answer to this question is to try it.
Unfortunately……
As the patriarch of the Curse Clan, he never received that answer.
There must be no living thing in this world that is not afraid of death, right?
And this clan leader, who had lived most of his life, only recently realized...
Compared to ordinary death;
Even compared to the most gruesome ways to die.
What's most frustrating is—
He had an unyielding attachment in his heart, but because of death, he would never receive an answer.
This clan leader was just like that...
What will become of the Cursed Clan: life or death?
Is it extermination of the entire clan, or being kept in captivity?
Or perhaps in the more distant future, a great member of the race will be born from the Fire Seed Project and will liberate the Cursed Race, who have been kept as tools, from all of them?