Chapter 917 They've Come to Pick Me Up

Cyril, the special envoy of the Thalrex Order, stood before the group of competitors. After going over the new guidelines for the upcoming military skills competition, everyone seemed to finally grasp the rules. This year's event wasn't just another contest. It marked the beginning of something much bigger-the preparation for potential interstellar warfare.

The training would take place in a newly crafted simulated spatial realm, a high-tech environment designed to mirror an actual combat zone.

The competitors would enter this space, much like players entering a virtual game. However, the difference was stark: this was no game.

The realm they'd be entering existed in a dimension far removed from Earth, created by an advanced scientific organization to simulate battles on an ultra-dimensional scale.

All the competition scenes would take place in this dimensional space.

People in the real world could see all of their actions, just like watching a live broadcast.

Within this realm, participants would face a fictional alien invasion, designed to challenge them in a series of complex military scenarios.

After entering the realm, each team would receive specific combat assignments from the operational command center that managed the secret realm.

The teams would then navigate a series of obstacles and eventually converge at set locations, where they'd face off against these simulated extraterrestrial enemies in a final battle.

During the entire process, a data system embedded within the secret realm would track each team's performance. The teams would be judged on various factors such as combat skills, leadership in battle, and their ability to coordinate large groups of soldiers.

At the end of the competition, the team that performed the best in fighting off the hypothetical alien forces with the best commander-in-chief would emerge as the winner. Unlike previous years, there would be no runner-up or third place only one team would be crowned champion.

The victorious team, as determined by the system, would join the Thalrex Order's core, securing a prestigious position within the organization.

The rules and overview session lasted two full hours before Cyril announced that, in four days, elite fighters from all over the world would convene at the Qacalisle Island L2 secret military base for a one-day training session.

This training would serve as an elimination round, with only the top 20% of participants advancing to the secret realm itself.

Hence, the training that would be held in four days would be broadcast live, ensuring a global audience would witness the high-stakes competition.

At 11:30 a.m., the briefing concluded, and delegates from around the world slowly filed out of the conference hall.

Just as the meeting was nearing its end, Robin received a message from Luella. She informed him that the Aldridges' extravagant convoy was on its way and would be arriving at the International Convention Center Plaza in just ten minutes.

She and Felix would be leading the group, including the top-tier guards and assistant team, to escort Robin to the Aldridges' villa on Qacalisle Island for a banquet.

Robin stood, leaving the conference room.

Meanwhile, the Weronnia diplomatic team, who had been humiliated during the meeting, lingered. As soon as the session ended, their representatives approached Cyril, desperately requesting his help.

They wanted him to intervene and ask Robin to lift the restrictions placed on them. Cyril, uninterested in dealing with their petty concerns, was initially hesitant but relented when he noticed the group was becoming more persistent and feared the press might catch wind of After all, they couldn't just grovel here forever.

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"I can act as a mediator, but whether he forgives you is entirely up to him," Cyril said. "If Mr. Ramsey agrees to release you, and you don't show him the proper respect, no one-not even a god-will be able to save you."

The Weronnia attaché's eyes darkened with a complex emotion.

Cyril followed Robin out of the meeting room. "Mr. Ramsey, please wait."

Robin turned around. "Mr. Higgins, is there something else?"

"The Weronnia representatives are begging for your forgiveness, hoping you'll lift the restrictions," Cyril explained, noting Robin's

indifference. "Surely, you don't want them to grovel forever, do you?"

With a faint smile, Robin turned to leave, leaving Cyril standing there in confusion.

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He couldn't understand Robin's lack of reaction. Jethro, seeing the situation, placed a hand on Cyril's shoulder. "Mr. Higgins, I think we're

done here today."

As Robin's group made their exit, Cyril stood in disappointment. The Weronnia attaché stepped toward him. "Thank you, Mr. Higgins."

Cyril realized Robin had agreed to his request and felt an unexpected wave of pride.

He looked at the sycophantic attaché with disdain. "Don't thank me. You should be thanking Mr. Ramsey."

A flash of anger crossed the Weronnia attaché's face. "He made us look bad-why should I thank him?"

Cyril was taken aback. "What makes you think that?"

At that moment, Abner stormed in, furious. "I won't let this slide!"

Cyril, now seething with rage, warned, "I suggest you back off. If you don't, your mission here on Qacalisle Island could be your last."

Ignoring him, Abner stormed toward Pierre. "Captain Pierre."

Pierre, standing in front of Robin, smirked. "Hold on. We're not done yet."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "You really want to start something today?"

Pierre shrugged. "Start something? Are you talking about yourself?

"Before the meeting, didn't you claim you wouldn't back down against the Aldridges, even if they came?" Pierre taunted.

A crowd began to form as delegates

gathered to witness the exchange. Robin snapped his fingers and replied, "That's right. Even if Felix shows up, I'll say the same thing.

Sat's the problem?"

Pierre clapped his hands in approval. "That's the spirit!

"Everyone, my father, Kolton, has just been promoted to captain of the Aldridges' elite guard," Pierre continued.

"My father just texted me.

"In three minutes, Mr. Felix, Ms. Luella, and my father will arrive with the Aldridges' top-tier welcoming convoy at the International Convention Center. "Do you know why they're making such a big deal of this?"

Pierre paused dramatically. "They're coming... to pick me up!"

A shocked murmur spread among the onlookers. Pierre flashed a smug grin, glancing at Robin before turning to address the crowd.

"If you want to witness the Aldridges' legendary welcome, come with me to the plaza. Let's see the grand spectacle they've prepared for me!"