Faced with everyone's suspicions, the loose-lipped man was at a loss for words. Even though he claimed he was definitely not the only one who knew the news, no one else dared step forward for the moment.
With no other choice, he could only reveal the part he knew.
The guy who was crying was an exceedingly rare wild high-sequence Extraordinary being—though not entirely wild.
The Extraordinary faction he belonged to had been founded by himself. He had not relied on any major power with a True God or angel behind it, and he had made it all the way to Sequence Four. Calling him a wild Extraordinary being was not inaccurate.
To reach this point without joining a major faction meant he had already surpassed 99.99 percent of wild Extraordinary beings.
But precisely because of that, he knew clearly that Sequence Four was the end of the road he could reach on his own. If he wanted to advance further, there was only one option left—cling to someone powerful.
As a native Extraordinary being of the Southern Continent, he knew that all the cake on this land had already been divided. Finding a faction to shelter under would not be a problem.
But if he wanted that faction to support his advancement to Sequence Three, or even higher, then there was only one answer: impossible.
To get what he wanted, unless... he sought help from an outside force.
"Hiss—"
Having heard this much, no one was stupid. Naturally, they could guess who the outside force he had chosen was.
This... was truly a sad story.
"But even so, it was just one wrong decision. There's no need to cry this hard, right?"
"If he had merely expressed his intentions or reached a preliminary agreement, then indeed, there would be