"Sixteen slots?" The seven Skrull God-tiers all darkened.
Sixteen slots was not merely excessive. It was downright absurd!
The End Point Secret Realm appeared to have ninety-nine slots in total, but magical beasts from every race on the Savage Continent would come to compete for them, and even Plant-type magical beasts from nearby would take part.
Although the Skrull God-tiers had arrived in fairly full force this time, and Chancellor Cao, a God-tier Peak, could help secure more slots, they still would not obtain more than fifty-five slots in the end.
They had to give sixteen of those fifty-five slots to Blue Star Humans? That was fucking outrageous!
"Sixteen is too many." Plante said stiffly with a dark expression, "I can give you five slots at most."
"Five? Are you trying to fob off beggars?" Chancellor Cao showed no appreciation whatsoever. "With only five slots, I might as well join the other magical beasts in causing trouble and slip my people in during the chaos. The final number getting in would definitely be more than five."
Plante: "..."
Setting everything else aside, he really was afraid that Chancellor Cao would take the opportunity to cause trouble.
He could not help recalling the brutal scene outside the End Point Secret Realm when it had opened last time. Although the matter had happened 985 years ago, the images remained vivid in his memory.
When the End Point Secret Realm had opened last time, the Skrulls who had traveled from afar and the local magical beast tribes had launched bloody attacks upon one another over the slots.
The local magical beast tribes were savage, arrogant, and unintelligent. Deep down, they simply did not understand what "compromise" meant.
Although slots could have been negotiated into an arrangement that satisfied every side, those magical beast