In a space as deep as the universe’s abyss, many runes are suspended high.
"This kid, he only needs one spot to participate in the Champion Battlefield?"
"He even says the things he fancies will make us think he’s asking for the stars, haha!"
"That does make me quite interested in him."
"What an intriguing child."
Each of these runes represents a human powerhouse.
And those who can appear here, without exception, are Hundred Level Professionals, either influential figureheads in human society or top experts in their own fields.
"This is sheer arrogance! But it suits my taste; I’m willing to take him as a disciple and be his recommender!"
"Situ the Dog, you have about a hundred and eighty disciples already, let Lin Ye be mine!"
"No, let me be the recommender; I feel I am destined with this Lin Ye kid!"
"You’re talking nonsense! You’re destined with Lin Ye? I also think he is destined with me; I’ll be the recommender!"
"Everyone, have some decency, let me be the recommender!"
"Pah! All give you face, yours being the thickest?"
In the space, those runes are continuously flashing, and the arguments are unending.
It turns out they’re fiercely competing for the privilege of being Lin Ye’s recommender.
That scene is even more lively than discussions on some strategies.
But it makes sense — such a young man basically has ’unlimited potential’ written on his forehead, and he’s a Healer!
Who wouldn’t want such a disciple?
Nurturing him in the future would definitely serve a great purpose!
At this moment, a voice emanated from the highest light cluster.
Immediately, everyone fell silent, not daring to continue arguing. Get full chapters from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵
The originally noisy space instantly quieted down.
"In the name of the Alliance, directly give him a spot on the battlefield; no personal recommendation is needed!" the voice said.
There were scattered responses in the field.
Clearly, they weren’t too pleased, but had no choice...
Those present are very perceptive; how could they not understand the meaning of the supreme being?
Isn’t it just that he doesn’t want them interfering too much with Lin Ye’s affairs, hence speaking ?
Of course, only a few were arguing, while most remained silent.
Because Lin Ye’s desire was made very clear — he simply wanted a spot to participate in the Champion Battlefield, not needing a recommender...
After all, with his achievements, he didn’t worry about finding someone to recommend him.
It can only be said this kid is exceedingly smart!
Whether he’s waiting for his worth or avoiding early involvement in power struggles, it’s an extremely wise choice.
And these folks still try to become Lin Ye’s recommender, somewhat lacking in humanity.
"Besides, restrain your disciples, don’t let them provoke Lin Ye without reason!"
The supreme voice conveyed again.
This time, everyone immediately acknowledged it, not daring to show any hesitation.
Evidently, this is the most crucial matter.
For when he said this, his tone noticeably weighted a bit heavier.
He’s talking about restraining the disciples, but it’s essentially warning some among them not to target Lin Ye.
After all, the rise of a prodigy always affects others’ interests.
Now, early warning is intended to prevent such circumstances.
"Phew... Finally back home."
Lin Ye lay directly on the couch at home, extremely relaxed.
This time, he finally returned to the house he hadn’t been to for many days.
In his view, six images of varying sizes appeared.
Looking at the real-time surveillance images sent by the Mechanical Crow, Lin Ye couldn’t help but smile ’as expected.’
At this moment, at the entrance of the neighborhood, in the shadows, and even downstairs, faint figures were visible.
Quite a few people were stopped for questioning even before they got close, and some were outright driven away.
Without a doubt, these people were Dark Guards sent by Qin Lang to protect him.
The reason Qin Lang did this was naturally due to orders from above, instructing him to send personnel to protect Lin Ye.
Of course, not everyone approaching Lin Ye has ill intentions.
Those turned away are mostly various local forces, university admissions tutors, guild-affiliated organizations, and many other assorted folks.
Clearly, someone specifically arranged for these people not to disturb Lin Ye.
"One must be famous first!"
Lin Ye remarked with emotion.
Playing the fool doesn’t work in this world.
Without fame, even if you die, hidden away, no one will know which gutter marked your end.
Just like when he vanished for those ten days — could it attract the focus of the upper echelon of the Professional Alliance?
But now, with his fame, someone is even proactively setting up Dark Guards to ensure his safety.
The saying ’the taller the tree, the stronger the breeze’ infers nothing except displaying your lack of sophistication.
"It’s time to tally the spoils from this time."
During Lin Ye’s venture into the Alternate Space, it was an absolute windfall.
Besides acquiring a four-leaf clover condenser from the Flesh and Blood Demon God’s source power, he also snagged high-value equipment from the Alternate Space.
Essentially, the Flesh and Blood Demon God lost out entirely here.
His enmity with Lin Ye has reached the level of life or death.
"Thirteen pieces of blue equipment, two purple ones, one Orange Armor!"
Lin Ye nodded repeatedly.
As expected of a Demon God, the drop rate is intense!
This yield in quantity and quality absolutely surpasses all Abyssal-Level Secret Realms below Level 10.
"They’re all gear favoring warrior melee style."
After checking, Lin Ye reached this conclusion.
As it’s the Flesh and Blood Demon God, most gear in his Demon God Space is warrior-class equipment, it’s not surprising.
But nobody says a Healer can’t use melee gear!
As long as your level and attributes meet the gear requirements, you can use it regardless of your profession.
And with Lin Ye’s attribute strength, clearly no Level 10 equipment in this world is inaccessible to him.
Lin Ye raised the particularly sinister-looking Orange Quality Two-Handed Warhammer, his eyes glowing...
Imagine taking this thing onto the Champion Battlefield to smash opponents — wouldn’t it be a one-hit silence?