"...Boss, what do you think of my proposal?" In Class 1223's camp at Southern Sea University, a gaunt Black man who was little more than skin and bones asked Victor. This skeleton-like fellow was the class's intelligence gatherer and strategist, named Monon, a necromancer. However, Victor himself was a highly resourceful man, so Monon's advice merely served as the icing on the cake.
Monon's proposal was to use the Ruyi Jingu Bang to lure their pursuers to the Mount Hua Sect, then coerce and entice the sect into submitting to them. Even if the Mount Hua Sect refused to submit, they could use this to stir up discord between the sect and the Jade Warlord's forces, muddying the waters of Middle-earth so they could fish in troubled waters. The Mount Hua Sect had truly been caught in the crossfire, targeted by several classes in succession. But as the saying went, a tall tree caught the wind—who told them to be the largest nearby force?
Victor shook his head. "If you can think of it, so can everyone else. Your proposal may work, but who can guarantee that the other classes won't do something unexpected? If they set an ambush on the road to Mount Hua beforehand, the consequences would be unthinkable. That risk isn't worth taking." Victor's concern was well-founded. Mount Hua's terrain was steep and treacherous, and it was guarded by a major sect. It was bound to be exceptionally dangerous; falling into someone's trap would be no different from courting total destruction.
Victor knew full well that the only way to avoid risk was to do nothing at all! His objective was clear, so there was no need to make unnecessary moves.
Seeing that Victor disagreed, Monon said nothing further. Mania, standing nearby, said, "Boss, Class 1232 has