The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 157: Faction Confrontation

In a daze, Feng Zhaobai looked at Zhu Haomiao with a complicated gaze, vaguely understanding Wang Hua's feelings.

You truly deserve to die!!!!!!

Both have the "God's Destiny", why are you so outstanding?!!

But as a mature hegemony-level transcendent, Feng Zhaobai's Dao Heart was resilient, and after a brief emotional imbalance, he quickly readjusted and regained his composure.

"Enough of this, since you're here, there's something I need to tell you."

Seeing Feng Zhaobai's serious expression, Zhu Haomiao slightly perked up.

"What is it?"

"The third phase of the Ascension Competition has begun. It's a factional confrontation, using the Jiawu War as a backdrop, and it's set on the Peninsula!"

"What?!!"

A slight jump in his heart, the young man instinctively asked in return.

"Can it be played like this?"

Hearing this, Feng Zhaobai gave him a strange look.

"They often used to do things like this, the North and South War of the Ugly Country, the Crusades, the Anglo-French Hundred Years' War, the Thirty Years War in Europe, the Han and Xiongnu War..."

"Every time there's a similar illusion realm competition, they enjoy organizing factional confrontations, calling it epic, but it's really because reality audiences can relate to it, leading to high ratings and even gambling."

"...…"

Seeing the young man's indescribable expression, Feng Zhaobai chuckled and raised the corners of his mouth.

"A bit disillusioned?"

"Uh... I originally thought the Ascension Competition was grand, but didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect it to be filled with stench of money?"

"Yes."

"Haha, the world isn't that idealistic, everything has to bow to practical benefits."

"The Olympic Committee was like this, FIFA was like this, and now the Ascension Competition Organizing Committee is the same..."

Listening to Feng Zhaobai's quiet whispers, Zhu Haomiao was full of emotion.

So real!

Transcendents at the Initial Heavenly Position are far from detachment. Perhaps only at the Middle Heavenly Position, or even the High Sky Rank, can one truly escape the cause and effect of reality, and look at living beings with a transcendent stance!

Seeing Zhu Haomiao in deep and contemplative thought, Feng Zhaobai smiled slightly and shifted the topic.

"However, this time the competition is somewhat special and also includes considerations of other factors..."

"Other considerations?"

"Yes, a certain superpower is not reconciled to that war decades ago and wants to regain face, but it doesn't dare to flip the table in reality, so it can only push for a 'bloodless' war in the illusion realm."

With a sharp gaze, Zhu Haomiao suddenly understood, then frowned.

"We didn't oppose it?"

With a meaningful smile, Feng Zhaobai shook his head.

"On the contrary, it suits our purpose..."

"We also need an opportunity, an opportunity to shake the old king's authority!"

Speaking of this, Feng Zhaobai suddenly remembered something, smiled wryly and pouted.

"The strongest reaction came from South Korea. The Peninsula was a chessboard decades ago, and it's still a chessboard decades later. So many years of strong foreign publicity instantly became a joke."

"Their self-esteem was already somewhat pathological, and now it's completely broken down, resulting in many hysterical and confusing actions... like clamoring for the Ugly Country's commander to kneel and apologize..."

"In contrast, the little idiot is much more sensible, knowing not to meddle in the fights of gods, and just complaining in a yin-yang way at most."

"However, when two powerful countries want a fight, no one really cares about the opinions of the two colonies."

"Weak countries have no diplomacy~"

Seeing Feng Zhaobai's lamentation, Zhu Haomiao clicked his tongue, feeling for the first time the extension of real-world geopolitical conflicts into the illusion realm!

With that said, after Feng Zhaobai sighed, he patted the boy's shoulder, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Go, the battlefield is where you can truly show your skills."

Stop messing around at home!

Silently complaining, Feng Zhaobai inexplicably felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Finally sending this trouble abroad...

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao also felt a tinge of excitement and anticipation growing within him, nodding vigorously.

Then, after discussing some details with Feng Zhaobai, Zhu Haomiao decisively bid farewell and headed straight to the docks.

"Wilson, is the cruise ready?"

"Both the people and the ship are ready, awaiting your presence."

"Very good!"

Cutting off the mental link, Zhu Haomiao followed Wilson's guidance to a dock specifically used by Brittania, where from a distance he saw a massive, luxurious cruise ship resembling a small mountain floating on the sea.

"My lord."

Wilson, in a tidy suit, approached like a competent butler, respectfully guiding the young man up the red carpet.

"It's a bit too ostentatious. Simplify everything in the future."

Noticing some curious gazes on the dock, Zhu Haomiao pulled up his hood to cover his face and strode onto the cruise.

"As you command."

Wilson followed closely behind the young man, explaining softly about the ship under his feet.

"According to your previous instructions, we prepared this high-speed cruise. It will only take two or three days to travel from Shanghai to the Korea Peninsula."

"Additionally, the chef team on board was hired at a high price and consists of Royal Chefs. The entire cruise has over a hundred service staff, ready to meet your every need."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao gave him a complex look.

Every need?

You seem to imply something!

Could it be that you brought the top girl from a brothel on board too?

I just casually mentioned some logistical requirements, didn't expect you to go all out like this...

Such a large cruise for just me...

So decadent!

With a sigh of wonder, Zhu Haomiao touched his empty stomach, smacking his lips.

"I haven't eaten since I woke up."

"I'll arrange for the kitchen to prepare a meal immediately."

Woo~~~~~

As the young man entered the dining hall of the ship for a meal, a deep siren echoed to the skies, and the several-thousand-ton cruise slowly left the port of Shanghai, heading north.

A few hours later, full and satisfied, Zhu Haomiao lay on a luxuriously grand bed, unbuckling his sword from his waist and tossing it aside.

Smacking his lips and savoring the taste of the feast, the young man nodded slightly.

Not inferior to the chef team of Xinghua House, only the flavors of the specialized cuisines are somewhat different, nutritionally for a transcendent, it's basically at the same realm.

Touching the four-dimensional stomach that had been refilled, Zhu Haomiao squinted his eyes, contemplating whether to continue pupating for a breakthrough.

The closer the great war approached, the more he wanted to push all cultivation techniques to their limits.

But clearly, there's not enough time, so he can only choose the most important breakthroughs, then assess the intensity of the war, and decide...

It's said that these factional matches often run for several virtual years, and it's not possible to not pupate all the time in such a long war.

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Haomiao decided to stick to the original plan, not busying himself when he reached the frontlines, first analyzing the war situation.

With a thought, gray-white threads snaked out of the void, wrapping and entwining the boy on an invisible level.