Chapter 292: Country Bumpkin

Seeing the excitement in Rosha’s eyes and the hesitation flickering in Elia’s, Qin Xian’s gaze glinted with a hint of mockery.

Everything he had just shared about the Void—the weaknesses, the structure, the strategic insights—it was all true. He hadn’t told a single lie. And yet, despite being a Void Overlord, Qin Xian had never cared about the greater good of the Void.

To him, the Void could collapse and disappear entirely, and he wouldn’t blink. The only things he truly cared about were his own power—and perhaps, at most, his mother, the Void Empress.

What he revealed could certainly be used against the Void. But knowing a weakness and being able to act on it were very different things. The Void was the most terrifying force in the universe.

Even Blue Star’s human civilization, which had studied the Void in countless academic disciplines and knew many of its vulnerabilities, was still fighting defensively against its advance.R

For a world like Hydra, knowing these weaknesses would, at best, mean slightly fewer deaths. It wouldn’t change the war.

Elia looked at Qin Xian and suddenly asked, “Lord Soren, forgive my boldness, but how is it you know so much about the Void?”

Qin Xian smiled faintly. “Actually, I’ve kept a few things to myself. The truth is, I’m not from the world of Hydra.”

“What?” Rosha and Elia both stiffened, completely caught off guard.

As two of the highest beings in Hydra, they were fully aware of the wider universe and the existence of other worlds.

They knew of ancient saints who had left Hydra, of gods who had vanished into the cosmos. But this was the first time someone had openly claimed to be from another world.

“I come from a world called Blue Star,” Qin Xian said. “Unlike Hydra, Blue Star is a human-only world. Our society and culture are vastly different, but we face the same threat: the Void. I come from one of the Twelve Primordial Families—my family has produced many gods. Gods strong enough to fight the Great Terrors of the Void head-on.”

As he spoke, Qin Xian summoned the Monolith Codex.

The divine aura that radiated from the artifact enveloped the room. Both Rosha and Elia were stunned, momentarily overwhelmed. Elia, as the embodiment of Hydra’s world origin, felt it even more acutely. The sheer pressure and divine will contained within the Codex made her feel like kneeling in worship.

So this was the source of the dread she’d felt from him earlier. It wasn’t him—it was this artifact, this legacy from another, superior world.

“My family has slain countless Voidlords,” Qin Xian continued calmly. “My ancestors even fought Great Terrors face to face.”

His voice carried proud confidence, the kind born not of arrogance, but of certainty. Rosha and Elia were shaken. Someone who had fought the Great Terrors of the Void… just how powerful did one have to be?

They found themselves believing everything Qin Xian said. After all, none of it was false. The Qin Clan of Blue Star truly was one of the Twelve Primordial Families and had been locked in war with the Void for millennia. What no one knew, however, was that this same clan had long since made secret deals with their ancient enemies.

Qin Xian had simply omitted a few inconvenient truths.

Rosha finally understood why Qin Xian had shown such disdain for the Saint Spear Family. He wasn’t just a demigod. He was descended from a divine bloodline. And his home, Blue Star, was a world of technological and magical civilization far beyond anything Hydra could match.

To someone like him, the so-called “noble bloodlines” of Hydra must have looked like country bumpkins—utterly backward.

Even Elia could no longer doubt him. From every perspective, Qin Xian was the ideal ally—noble blood, divine lineage, and a sworn enemy of the Void.

Rosha nodded solemnly. “Hydra needs your strength, Lord Soren.”

After Qin Xian left, Rosha turned to Elia. “I assume tonight’s dinner has put your suspicions to rest?”

Elia nodded. At this point, she had no further arguments. There was nothing left to say. Yet something still gnawed at the back of her mind—a vague unease she couldn’t explain. But she said nothing more. All she could do now was pray that everything would go smoothly.

Rosha clenched his fists, eyes resolute. “Three days from now, the Hydra Alliance will march. And we’ll strike at the Void’s hatchery.”