Chapter 316 - -
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Chapter 316: Chapter 313 - "Where Do Your So-Called Ambitions Come From?As soon as the womanâs voice trailed off, thunderous applause erupted from below.
It seemed as though this group of the Soul Clan was holding a meeting.
"Right, I think youâll need this." Archilev said with a smile, handing Su Mingâan a mask.
The mask was pure white, capable of completely covering his face.
As a race that operated in the night, unable to withstand the light, they needed such things to conceal their true visages.
With the mask on, Su Mingâan stepped down and saw an extremely spacious underground hall.
The hall was roughly the size of a school auditorium that could accommodate five hundred people, making it hard to understand how the Soul Clan had managed to construct such a large underground area right under the noses of humans.
The place looked somewhat dilapidated, with dust floating in the air everywhere, and even dried bloodstains on the walls and floor, leaving one to wonder what had happened here in the past.
Above the seats in the auditorium, fifty or sixty members of the Soul Clan, each with a unique appearance, were sparsely seated. Each of them radiated a distinctive aura characteristic of the Soul Clan. They all wore masks on their faces, which completely shielded their true appearances.
As Su Mingâan stepped into the meeting room, the Soul Clan, who had been fervently clapping a moment earlier, all turned their heads in unison at the same instant.
Upon seeing Su Mingâan, their eyes, visible through the masks, momentarily showed a change.
It was the look one gave to food.
"Leader, what have you brought us? Is it an extra meal?" a ponytailed member of the Soul Clan stared intently at Su Mingâan.
"Hungry... so hungry, Iâm so hungry... I havenât had a soul to eat in over ten days, this human smells so good."
"Such a unique scent, it looks really delicious..."
The Soul Clan members whispered among themselves, apparently considering Su Mingâan as nothing more than a human.
Upon meeting the gazes of the Soul Clan, Su Mingâan witnessed an extremely spectacular scene.
The normally colored eyes of the Soul Clan turned bright red in an instant upon seeing him, a characteristic of the Soul Clan when their emotions were stirred.
They leaned forward, seemingly eager to pounce, yet the presence of the old manâs authority kept them from daring to approach recklessly.
It appeared he was highly attractive to the Soul Clan.
"Donât be like that, everyone," Archilev said cheerfully, while patting Su Mingâan on the shoulder, "This is a newcomer to our Eastern District hunt area from outside, an outsider of the Soul Clan with impressive strength. Kid, go ahead and introduce yourself."
"What, heâs actually from the Soul Clan..."
"So strange, he smells really good, I can hardly resist..."
"Why would a member of the Soul Clan carry such a scent..."
Facing these evidently famished members of the Soul Clan, Su Mingâan remained expressionless as he gave his assumed name.
At the same time, he looked up slightly and saw the Soul Clan member who had just given the speech on the high platform of the auditorium.
She was a tall woman with ice-blue long hair. She wore no mask, her gaze cold and bright, exuding a powerful presence. A massive greatsword rested on her back, and as their gazes met, Su Mingâan felt as if he heard the clear ring of a sword being drawn from its sheath.
Unlike the Soul Clan members he had seen before, although her eyes were also red, she resembled a proper Swordsman with an open and honest look that made it hard to associate her with the cold, terrifying race of killers that was her kind.
When Su Mingâan announced her name, the woman chuckled, her voice like the tinkling of jade.
"Archilev," she said, completely ignoring Su Mingâanâs presence, and directly addressing the old man beside him, "Itâs a chaotic time recently, and thereâs been trouble in the Eastern District again. I wonât allow you to bring such a suspicious character in here on a whim."
"Donât talk like that, Lucia," the old man chuckled, but subtly positioned himself in front of Su Mingâan, "We are all brethren. In this unpredictable world, we should lend a hand where we can. You know how strict the Eastern District has been lately, if we were to throw this young one out now, those Soul Hunters wouldnât show any mercy."
"The Soul Hunters have recruited a lot of newcomers lately, nearly tripling their numbers. Those guys are relentlessly encroaching on our limited living space; now is not the time for charity," Lucia said coldly, "We donât take in anyone who needs to be coddled."
Her tone was extremely harsh and in stark contrast to the inflammatory rhetoric of her previous speech, almost merciless when facing Su Mingâan, the unfamiliar member of the Soul Clan.
"Archilev, the weak among the Soul Clan have no value in living," said Lucia.
"...Then I guess the fifty or sixty people here might as well go die," Su Mingâan suddenly interjected.
Luciaâs gaze turned icy, her frosty stare fixating on him.
"Initially, after listening to your speech, I thought you were a wise leader," Su Mingâan met her gaze, "But now it seems... your insight is as shallow as it is pitiful."
"You... do you have a death wish?" Lucia stepped forward slightly.
A majestic aura rose from her, and even ice began to spread from beneath her feet. Seeing this, the seated members of the Soul Clan looked on with admiration for the powerful.
"Itâs a shame," Su Mingâan said. "As a faction leader who claims to control humanity, as a Soul Clan nationalist who declares themselves âseveral times stronger than humans,â you should be showing your strongest and most invincible side in front of these admiring people."
He spoke while momentarily shutting off the live broadcast:
"âAnd now."
"From your words, all I detect is the hypocrisy of your speech. Your reasoning is completely contradictoryâyou talk of being a beautiful and powerful race, yet you claim you have no need for the weak among your kind â so what exactly are you expecting, Lucia? What kind of people are you leading? What do you want them to do for you? You claim you want the entire race to reclaim its dignity, advance further in your conquests, yet desire to discard those you deem as waste. Perhaps you can think that way in your heart, but you should never... express these thoughts in front of those who believe in you."
"You can guide these people, but not with the harshness of your doctrines."
"You can lead these people, but not with overly blunt language."
"If you wish to expand your living space and judge those âweaker than yourselvesâ humans, you want to become the natural leader in everyoneâs eyes. You shouldnât expose your naked value orientation in such situations with such words."
"You must make those who do not follow you also feel fervor from your gaze."
"You must make everyone believe... to the point that you believe it yourself, in the âgloryâ you speak of in your theories."
"On this point, even the old man beside me understands better than you. He may also be wary of me, but he wouldnât say it outright. Because he surely knows that I can be a source of strength that you guys could unite with."
"...Because of fear, you reject all possibilities, because of the terror of betrayal, you refuse to accept from the start."
"In that case, where does your so-called ambition originate? You say that the weak within the Soul Clan have no value for survival but donât confirm with your own eyes, you say the Soul Clan are a race loved by the world, yet you cast aside those who are not strong. Your theories and actions are going in completely opposite directions..."
"Lucia," Su Mingâan said indifferently, restarting the live broadcast:
"âYou simply canât be the âLighthouseâ in their eyes."