Chapter 1445 - 933: First Batch_2

Chapter 1445: Chapter 933: First Batch_2

The command mage cleared his throat and glanced around at the crowd, who had quieted down but whose atmosphere had grown more tense.

On his face returned that sly smile tinged with a bit of pride and a little envy, the kind you have when sharing insider gossip.

"Ahem, you guessed right," he lowered his voice slightly, as if revealing some great secret, creating a sense of mystery, "the top-level meeting that lasted three days and nights a few days ago, exhausting all the department heads..."

He deliberately paused to pique everyone’s curiosity before continuing.

"The core of the discussion was the structure created by the returning leaders—the space known as the ’Legendary Dungeon’!"

He emphasized the four words "Legendary Dungeon," and sure enough, he saw everyone’s breath catch slightly as their pupils widened in shock.

Because it carried the weight of the word "Legendary," which was too significant.

"I was there at the scene as the record keeper."

The command mage puffed out his chest as if stressing the authority and immediacy of his information, and his tone became more vivid.

"Wow, the scene... tsk tsk, you didn’t see it with your own eyes!"

He described vividly, with a bit of mischievousness and mimicry of the spectacle:

"Lord Alyris and the others just mentioned the existence and function of this space, and the whole conference room exploded! Can this dungeon space help brothers stuck at a Level Ten Peak quickly grasp the rules and shock into Legendary?

"My god! This news was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pot—it was explosive! All the department heads couldn’t sit still!"

"The next three days, wow, it practically became an intense ’battle for quotas’." He mimicked the department heads arguing with flushed faces and strained necks, vividly.

"The Light Protector Legion had the loudest voice. General Blake, usually such a calm and dignified person, argued vigorously, pounding the table, claiming his legion has the highest number of veterans stuck at Level Ten, with the most crucial roles in the forward pressure, thus deserving to have the quotas leaned towards them!"

"And then."

He switched gears and mimicked another character.

"Lord Bobo from the Alchemy Laboratory—oh, now formally referred to as His Eminence Bobo—though she didn’t personally attend, her assistant was unyielding and had a booming voice.

"They claimed that although their laboratory’s technical core didn’t outnumber the legion, each was a crucial element in advancing the core plans, and their breakthroughs were just as urgent.

"The old scholar from the Great Library was quite similar, eloquently emphasizing the importance of knowledge inheritors..."

Despite the mind-blowing news about the Legendary Dungeon occupying everyone’s attention.

The true change brought about by the new respectful title "His Eminence Bobo" in the commander’s words, the enormous amount of underlying information it carried, had not yet been fully digested and understood by them.

"There was also Lord Lurik from the expedition team, the Logistics Department, the Intelligence Division... wow!"

The command mage shrugged, wearing a "you know what I mean" expression.

"Which department doesn’t have several core members who have been stuck at Level Ten for years, who have worked tirelessly, and are eagerly hoping for breakthrough? Which department head doesn’t want to secure some welfare for their competent brothers? The scene was simply incredible!"

He went on to explain the background of the Night Watchers’ rapid upgrades:

The unique system of the Night Watchers destined that members could typically progress through Level One to Ten in just a few years, especially now with Void encounters becoming more prevalent everywhere.

In the past, before the Void fully invaded and battles weren’t frequent, many had to slowly wait to enter the Tower of Trial for tempering, or gain enough experience through other means for upgrading.

Now the constant arrival of the Void Vanguard Army has made acquiring experience no longer a challenge; as long as one has the courage to fight and battle, strength enhancement is almost skyrocketing.

How many Night Watchers have accumulated over the years who have reached Level Ten?

Countless, forming a massive reliance.

Moreover, this number has been swiftly increasing due to frequent war raids in recent years.

The overabundance of powerhouses at Level Eight, Nine, and Ten within the Night Watchers internally is also one of the key reasons why they can steadily stand atop various forces.

"Boy, those wrangling," the command mage recalled, his face showing an expression of "an unpleasant memory," "from quota allocation to recommendation procedure specifics, from personnel screening standards to how subsequent tasks should connect, and to how potential failure would be managed and a unified external explanation established.

"Good heavens, every single detail could be argued over for most of a day! My pen was almost smoking from taking notes! My wrist is still sore now."

He exaggeratedly shook his wrist as though it were indeed exhausted.

"Three whole days!"

He emphasized with gravity.

"The esteemed department heads, normally so imposing, argued with flushed faces and strained necks, throwing away their usual image and dignity just to secure even one additional, precious opportunity for their department.

"Finally, Lord Alyris made the decisive judgment, after synthesizing the technologists’ precise explanations of the space’s bearing capacity and operational mechanisms, finally managing to hammer down this complex but relatively fair process and allocation scheme."

At this point, the command mage’s gaze once again fell upon the ten members of the two teams before him.

That unabashed, almost material appreciation once again flowed from his eyes, even stronger than before, nearly transforming into starry eyes.

"So..."

His voice carried genuine emotion and a touch of barely noticeable acidity, as his gaze lingered on Arya and Vane, the siblings.

"According to the finalized plan, taking into account the special status of the Soul Guardians, the accumulated illustrious achievements in the past, and... hmm, your two teams’ special ’background identity’."

He discreetly glanced at Arya and Vane, hinting at their direct lineage background.

"’Silver Radiance Blade’ and the ’Stardust Watchers,’ your teams have been honored with being selected as the first-tier entrants into the ’Legendary Dungeon’ space.

"In other words," he increased his volume with a tone of announcement, "you will be the first members in the vast Night Watchers organization to gain this once-in-a-lifetime, potentially fate-changing opportunity!"

"Boom—!"

Despite having a premonition, when the unmistakable, weighty term "first tier" was clearly and decisively spoken from the command mage’s mouth, the entire training ground instantly erupted like an ignited powder keg.

The huge wave of sound almost threatened to lift the roof.

"First tier! We’re the first?!"

Vane clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening from the strain, his young face flushed red with immense joy, his chest heaving vigorously.

The team members behind him were even more excited, unable to contain their elation. They exchanged powerful punches on each other’s shoulders, releasing uncontrollable cheers and shouts of delirious joy, some even jumping up in exhilaration.

"This is great! Finally... finally, there’s a chance! Ten years!!"

The dwarf shield warrior, typically steady, was now so emotional that his voice trembled, his eyes glistening with tears, his rough large hands tightly gripping the edge of his shield.

He had been stuck at the Level Ten Peak for a whole decade, enduring day after day of tough training but never seeing the light of a breakthrough. That deep anguish now entirely transformed into an outburst of delight.

Elf Mage Lina clung to her precious magic staff tightly, her normally composed face flushed with excitement, muttering dreamily, her voice drifting ethereally.

"Legendary... rules... my god, Lord Kana..."

She subconsciously glanced at Captain Arya next to her, her eyes filled with complex gratitude and infinite longing for the future.

As the team member recognized as second in talent only to Arya, she had countless times in the quiet of night gazed at the distant legendary realm, fully aware of the depth of its chasm.

Now, this heavy door seemed to slowly open a crack for her.

Even Arya, the team’s only Legendary powerhouse, couldn’t help but reveal an earnest smile of relief and excitement, her lips curling upwards.

She understood more than anyone how much her brother Vane and other team members had paid in unimaginable hardship to strive for Legendary status and how much silent pressure they had endured.

Especially Vane, as her younger brother, his determination not to forever live under his sister’s aura but prove himself with his strength—this stubborn persistence she had always observed.

Seeing them all gain such a precious, fate-changing opportunity filled her heart with a flowing warmth of joy.

However, after the overwhelming wave of joy had passed, some more realistic thoughts and concerns began surfacing like reefs.