Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 398: I want to enter the Saint Pool

Neal was the leader of a super tribe. After becoming King, his tribe advanced. Apart from some in the city, another portion of his tribe lived in their hunting ground.

The two added together had 12000 people.

As compared to those small tribes, there was a huge difference.

But it was a problem, too. Super tribes were like boats going against a current. Neal had to consider how to increase their strength. Only then could he be stronger than other super tribes. Only theme could he gain more benefits for his tribe in the King Alliance Meeting.

Be it outside or internal management, Neal had to take charge.

Moreover, he was a level-seven warrior. His strength was average amongst other Kings, but he was much weaker than the other three level-eight kings. Apart from those three tribes, his was second of the remaining four because of their numbers and overall strength.

But now, the tribes were catching up. Once they caught up, his ranking would fall behind, and he wouldn’t get many benefits.

To stimulate the race to survive, rankings and interests were connected. These were the rules that the old ancestor left.

But Neal didn’t have any solution previously. Apart from helping and teaching some of them how to cultivate, there was not much he could do or help.

In the recent thousand days, Neal’s tribe has had some problems. For example, the number of new soldiers was reducing. The external hunting environment had caused more deaths and injuries. Many people cultivated their skills to a bottleneck, and more were stuck there.

These problems slowed their progress and made him anxious.

To solve this problem, Neal sent people to various regions to search for solutions, like absorbing weak tribes. Help Posthumous people solve their conflicts, giving food and tents to those who faced crisis. He hoped that he could increase their numbers by doing that and get more support because of their reputation.

But these were slow, and that gave him a headache.

A few days ago, a subordinate handed him this arrow.

Neal was a level-seven warrior and knew how strong this was without even testing it.

Of course, such a weapon had limited use to him, but it was very useful for his warriors.

Neal realized that this was an opportunity to raise their strength quickly.

So he decided to find the person who created this weapon to keep him here to serve him.

Of course, he cared about his reputation; he didn’t want to force the person unless he had no choice. He wanted to negotiate. He wanted to see how this Wanderer would react.

Ye Zhongming wasn’t surprised by Neal’s thoughts; he had even expected it. He took a leather scroll and passed it to this King.

“If you can find these things, I can provide 2 thousand grey weapons for you.”

Neal opened it and frowned. There were many weird things. Dozens of drawings, but he could only recognize a tenth of it.

Moreover, Ye Zhongming’s two thousand grey weapons weren’t attractive to him.

This level and number were not enough to satisfy him.

“My kid, normal Posthumous people and Wanderers are different. Their ancestors lived on the same land and saw the same sky. They know what is in their territory. If things exceed this, they wouldn’t know anything. That includes my tribe.”

He placed the scroll on the table, “You might have seen these things after traveling to many places, but we haven’t even seen many of them, much less own them. So, can you change some conditions? For example, the crystals on the forehead of demon monsters. That is a good solution.”

Ye Zhongming acted and frowned, “Respectable King, those crystals aren’t very helpful for me. Wanderers have to complete a ritual and need these crystals. In terms of numbers, I already have most of them; I don’t need them…”

Neal sat back, and his aura started to turn stronger.

“Of course.” Ye Zhongming’s tone changed, and he said sincerely, “If you can find level-six and above ones, I still need them—the higher the level, the better. I can promise you each level-six crystal can trade for one grey weapon. Each level-eight crystal for one white weapon. If you want arrows, I can reduce the quantity.”

The people here were the high-ranking Neal Tribe members. They looked at each other and didn’t feel the price was high. After all, they had no use for the crystals. But they didn’t have many level eight crystals. If lucky, they could kill one level-eight demon monster in a few hundred days.”

“Kid, your price wasn’t like this in Vinrose Mountains.”

A Neil Race elder was unhappy with him raising the price. He charged two level-six crystals for one white weapon but now wanted one level-eight crystal. It was much higher.

His attitude was good, and he smiled, “This senior, let me repeat myself. It is useless; I am just trading it to complete a ritual. The price was low because I didn’t have many on hand and needed them. Now that I need a few more high-level crystals, my demand is low, so I am not anxious to get more. So naturally, it would be more expensive. This price is also worthy of your race’s identity, right?”

Although he knew Ye Zhongming was sucking up, this elder felt good. He didn’t say anything. The crystals weren’t useful for them either. If he had asked for large amounts of food, they would have bargained with him until the gram.

“My kid, I need a large amount of equipment, and these can’t satisfy me. I want you to remain in my tribe to help me. I can give you the status and resources. You will be safe, and you won’t be hungry. There will also be beautiful women. What do you think?”

He was impatient. He hated to bargain. He could do this in the alliance meetings, but that was when he faced other strong people. But he didn’t treat this Wanderer as an equal.

The future subordinate was what he saw him as.

Ye Zhongming knew that his respect and good attitude were at its edge. If he didn’t get what he wanted, anything could happen.

He said something that shocked the King.

“I can join your tribe and become your weapon crafter, but I want a chance to enter the Saint Pool!”