Winner Takes All

Eleven fourth-level continents had actually joined forces to attack a single continent. There were only two possibilities.

First, he had some great opportunity here, but he knew that was impossible.

Second, these continents belonged to the same faction.

The second was unlikely too. What faction in this world could possess eleven fourth-level continents? That left only a third possibility: they had received false information and believed his continent held some great opportunity.

He needed to explain things to them.

There mustn't be any misunderstanding.

Although the elderly man's face had paled slightly, he still took a deep breath, steadied himself as best he could, and left his study to negotiate.

Meanwhile, the Continent Lords of the eleven fourth-level continents outside Fool's Continent had gathered together.

"What do you think? Should we raise our flag?"

The Continent Lord of Northbound Continent asked first, looking at the young man seated at the head of the table. The other Continent Lords turned their eyes toward him too. The young man wore the uniform of a Mortal Domain Member.

He was a member of the Strategist Pavilion Staff Officer.

Apparently.

He had proposed Mortal Domain's latest operation, "Branching Out," and was now overseeing their team.

"Not yet."

The young man seated at the head of the table still had peach fuzz above his lip, but he showed no trace of nervousness. He merely said quietly and calmly, "First, wait for them to come negotiate, then tell them why we're here."

"Submit or die."

"It's that simple."

"They mustn't leak anything. The story we're putting out is that we previously had business dealings with Fool's Continent and have joined forces today to demand justice."

Their several dozen fourth-level continents had entered this World Battlefield in separate batches.

Although they hadn't caused much of a stir,