CHAPTER 7575

After hearing that, Wyot fell silent.

James circled him. "Let me draw a conclusion for you. Although you'll feel angry and upset, you'll eventually accept it."

Wyot's face twitched before he raised his head and took a deep breath.

"Actually, considering all the wrongdoings the Doom Race has committed across all realms, annihilating your race ten times over wouldn't even be enough.

“This is the real you.” James pointed at Wyot. "You can see the big picture and clearly distinguish between right and wrong. However, you're too caught up in your relationships."

Upon hearing that, Wyot was bewildered.

"Let me tell you something else." Enunciating each word, James said, "You're scheming and decisive, as well as upright and rigid.

"You're also ambitious, but you're bound because you care too much about your race. You can see the big picture, yet you'd rather sacrifice yourself..."

"You're strategic but not headstrong. You kill people, but you hesitate. You're soft-hearted and care too much about good and bad."

After hearing James' comments, Wyot slowly closed his eyes.

He always believed that he was a decisive leader. Especially in comparison to James, he felt he wasn't in the same league.

He only wanted to protect the Doom Race so that they could have a peaceful life.

However, there were too many dangers in cultivation. The powerful would subdue the weak. Many sects, despite seeking happiness, were annihilated in the end.

Cultivation defied the will of nature and the current. If one didn't advance, one would retreat. These facts applied to all races, sects, orthodoxies, spaces, and worlds.

Looking at Wyot, who had fallen silent, James began to share Xezal's plan to train him, detailing the ruthless schemes and the sacrifices required.

He also included Xezal's

expectations, knowing he would

need to bear his own notoriety to mold Wyot into the most powerful strategist in the history of the Doom Race.

After hearing all that, Wyot felt so guilty that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

"Am I not your role model?" James stared at Wyot. "I will teach you myself."

Wyot was taken aback. "What do you mean?"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Now, walk out of the temple and gather the big shots of the Doom Race here." James looked at Wyot.

"I guarantee you that even though

you, the so-called Doom Race's leader, have shouldered everything for them and saved them from annihilation, many of them still aren't satisfied with you.

“As the leader, you're extremely cowardly. It's as if you've owed them since birth."

Wyot opened his mouth, then nodded bitterly.

"This is your chance to gain a foothold." Enunciating each word, James said, “Once you issue a decree, whoever doesn't come will be killed."

Then, James patted Wyot on the shoulder. "I owe you a huge favor. Thankfully, I have the chance to be your helper this time and risk my life for you.

"Leave those who ignore your decree to me. I promise you will see a different you."

Wyot widened his eyes. "H-How can I ask you to do that..."

"Let's rephrase it." Slowly, James said, "Just consider it me lending you a helping hand. Besides, it's been a long time since I fought. My limbs are getting stiff."