Three Disciples Candidates

The numerous Calamities outside were within Abe's command. Because Foel became a higher hierarchy, she was able to control them as well.

190 Cannon Yelpers, formerly a normal and wingless ground wyvern that took the pride of their speed and jaw strength to a great height when hunting in packs. They were great for transportation as their stamina was almost limitless. Size-wise, they are comparably small from other abominations, donning an average humanoid adult size.

As they all also became the range variants, a huge number of them could become a huge threat, rising their global rank into B from F if the association took their capabilities into the universal database.

78 Cannon Shriekers. They were giant bats three times the size of a normal person. Great at scouting and aviation, not mentioning the concentrated air shockwaves they emit from their screams. With the bionic cannon on their forehead, this Calamity threat rose from B to A.

29 Tarrasque Inchling. Despite the name, they aren't Inchling at all, with extreme regeneration capabilities, they are regarded as an apex-type Calamity. Without the extra control of Foel's slaving formation, they would revolt in berserk because their nature wasn't meant to stand side by side with other Calamities. They weren't able to mutate either, so no cannon variants of them. Even with the inability to gain the benefits of the new variant, they were still an A-rank Calamity.

Knowing that the Calamities were also a living being who consumed something to maintain their existence, the remaining thousands of the Calamities were freed from Abe's influence to reduce the overpopulation of Calamities that may or not be a hassle to maintain.

MF also wanted to experiment with the Calamities ecosystem and their behavioral trait, so some of them were implanted with a mana-based tracking device that Foel bought in large amounts, back then on her shopping spree when the cultivation market wasn't a large space of debris filled with patrolling Yelpers and reluctant slaves.

At the consensus back then under the moonlight. MF was shocked at the amount of the tracking device Foel had, curiously scanning her own body, MF found one stuck on her back, attaching to the waist. Clearly, it was also coated by a concealment formation.

'Foel is scary, if she didn't cast the same concealment on me back then, I would never have known that there was a tracking device on my back…'

It's so small that a normal person wouldn't notice, let alone with high level concealment formation. For her own safety, MF didn't tamper with the device even until now.

1,811 out of 1,902 slaves survived by this time. The Ouroboros decided to see if they could survive the night in hunger. Even though their body wasn't theirs anymore, their mind hadn't been conquered thoroughly.

Both Foel and MF took a stroll with a concealment formation to supervise the degradation process. Diligently, the Director secreted a mutagen that could enhance the future sheeps with potential. Just in case some potential seeds were drained through the storm.

While waiting for the silent chaos to ensue, MF marked 3 people that might be the candidates of her sect's disciples.

First candidate, Ragoni Cruten, a petite child-like Ferrakhian. With striking orange hairs that gowned her small pair of white wings on her head. Her glare was silvery striking, calm and wise.

She had the third largest territory thanks to her own decisiveness and mentality. Not being greedy either as she left some space for others to take. Her race was known to be utterly attentive to the surrounding afterall. Formerly a merchant, she hasn't started her own cultivation.

Second candidate, Jojo Lagoon. A tall and physically well built young Demon. Yes, a rare race of Origis former-humans who adapted to the hazardous 'void' substances. Foel pointed out that he had an immensely high innate mana gathering capability due to his mysterious race.

Demon is not a Calamity. The intense 'void' contact made them into a race that could convert 'void' into their main power, drastically complimenting their mana assimilation. They also secrete these substances but it was different than the original, it's like a calm radiation or aura that signifies their being, yet some people misunderstood this and thought that they were the menace of society.

This made Demons being prosecuted in many places.

The thing is, Jojo hasn't started his cultivation journey as well. Then again, it seems like he was a former infamous thug within Gaia Citadel back then, so his potential is limitless, especially in physical cultivation.

'He might become the most successful with the gene modification.'

And the third, was none other than Elon Suykar. Before the one night conquest at dusk, Elon bargained the duo revenants to free her companion.

MF who was antonished by the progression took a pity of her and unleash them but not from the slave formation, Foel upgraded their slave mark to be embedded to their soul. So, Rui, Sura, and Lilia embarked with their souls at Foel's palm.

It was all because of the System that gave Elon a new mission.

[ Current Mission: Become the disciple of Ouroboros

Reward: Soul Binding Orb | 10 Immortal Loot Box ]

At first, she didn't know the meaning of the mission, but now she knew. MF's plan to create a sect of loyal supersoldiers was unknown to Elon, so the system's host brainstormed numerous possible way on how to be Ouroboros' disciple.

'I must earn her favor.'

Elon then blended with the majority, and she carved her own living territory. She might be the only Usurper in the batch, and it's not like MF didn't raise any suspicion of her either.

30 minutes before the time ran out, Elon's gaze met with her target unknowingly, and so did MF who saw the lucky bastard.

'This lucky bastard wanted to assassinate me, huh. Regardless, I'll keep her as she could be converted in the future,' MF thought.

'I wonder if I could gain her affection. Maybe proving my loyalty would slowly change her mind. Whatever task you gave me, I will complete it while exceeding your expectations! Just you wait,' Elon thought.

Turned out, MF needed to upgrade her psychology knowledge. It seemed like the 'Transmigrators' couldn't be determined with the logic from MF's current common sense.

Because of this, MF planned to strengthen herself in the future.

With the end of the territorial tribunal, every slaves within the Ouranos Citadel were holding their head high towards the giant skeleton. 1,501 slaves from 1,811 managed to mark their territory in time, some couldn't search for a good space and ended up in a narrow intersection between the others' territorial edges.

And in the south, 30 people couldn't get any territory because of a greedy, lucky, and selfish person who took a whole 80 meters area. 168 people also met their end due to the accidental conflict with others in the silent territorial war. The rest were trying to run due to the sheer panic that was instilled.

A voice boomed into the whole Citadel once again. "Thank you for being subservient, to everyone who managed to control their emotion for the sake of survival, I applaud! But it doesn't mean that you should take more than what you need. A greedy person will be a hindrance to others and themselves, so everyone, take this as a lesson.

"And with it, comes a severe punishment for the one with the most living territory."

The realization struck the greedy man with horrific news of his end. He knew it, he was smart enough to know that 'severe punishment' meant his own death.

In the last ditch effort, his knees, head, and hand touched the ground. Cold sweats streamed down from his head, he couldn't talk because he also knew that the Director hadn't given him the permission to talk.

Alas, he was too smart for his own good.

Abe slightly yawned, accumulating dark energy on his jaw once again.

The giant skeleton proceeded to give the tribulation. The ray of doom then turned the greedy person into dust, as it roasted every inch of his being that was screaming into the afterlife.