"What are you sneering about?" Clara looked at Dyon with an exasperated expression. Whenever he made that face, there would always be trouble. There went her plans of having a nice, leisurely vacation.

Dyon and his wives currently sat at the very top of the Sage Tower as they had during the first mission gathering. Others might be deferential to the Sprite Alliance, but Dyon felt no need to be.

"Oh, nothing." Dyon said with a smile.

"I hear old bones crack pretty easily, take it easy old man." Clara said.

Dyon looked over, but his expression didn't seem annoyed. In fact, his gaze was quite soft.

Clara blinked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh my, is that our resident tomboy blushing?" Ri teased before ducking quickly to avoid a pillow Clara threw her way.

A light and cheery laughter filled the penthouse suite, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere below them.

" I wish you all luck. I only want you to remember that anything you endure today and be paid back ten times over in the future. Do not lose sight of what's importance due to short term relief of something as fleeting as anger."

With that, Emperor Star concluded his long-winded speech and moved to reveal a grand teleportation array. For those who hadn't seen such an amazing display in their lives, this Planet Grade Array was likely the greatest spectacle they had ever witnessed.

"You'll all be led by True God Star and Diasho. They will make the process much easier on you all."

Dyon could only laugh as he caught these last words. How convenient to leave this important detail to the very final moment before they all disappeared.

There was simply no time to protest as a group of several thousand geniuses disappeared in a flash.

Dyon and his wives exited the tower to find a grand city. Well, Dyon found a grand city thanks to his wanton use of his Immortal Sense, but those around him were surrounded by tall looming grey walls.

It was all reminiscent of a castle's inner walls, but possessed none of the beauty.

The space spread outward about a kilometer in every direction, perfectly circular. The ground below their feet was a bit coarse and dry. In addition, there were several hundred one-story huts sprinkled around in a surprisingly orderly fashion. It was as though they built this village just for them.

To those geniuses who had been expecting something fantastical, their expressions turned a variety of pale and dark.

Those who were bolder felt rage. But those who were more timid felt worry. They had long since left the umbrella of protection their Clans and Sects provided, they knew well that they couldn't lash out just because they wanted to.

The words of Emperor Star suddenly made sense. How much effort had he put into reminding them to control their tempers and turn the other cheek? Still, now that they had effectively teleported into a concentration camp, it was difficult for many to continue holding onto these ideals.

Those that were here were ranked among the top 100 youths of their generation, those that made up the rest were very specially chosen retainers of these geniuses. Even if the geniuses themselves decided to swallow this insult, those youths who were the followers found it even more difficult to. They felt indignant for their young masters.

The only one who didn't seem to care about this matter was Dyon who was still chatting with his wives as though he hadn't noticed a thing. In fact, the sound of his words and their laughter was practically the only sound at all within these walls.

Sensing something, Dyon quieted down for a moment. He found these matters to be amusing and really wanted to know how far the Sprite Alliance would take it.

Judging by the stiff expressions of True God Diasho and Star, it seemed that they hadn't planned for this at all.

Just as Dyon expected, five sprite geniuses suddenly appeared from thin air.

The five geniuses coldly swept their gaze over the several thousand tower quadrant youths. They each had the almost ethereal presence only sprites could and were all either handsome or beautiful beyond what words could describe. It was easy to see why one might confuse the sprites as the pinnacle race of this Modern Era.

They hardly batted an eye to the looks of displeasure they received.

At that moment, one of the five stepped forward. She had sharp brows and a piercing aura. It was very likely that she was a weapon sprite of some sort, carrying her overbearingness wherever she went.

"Your rage means nothing to use, so I believe it's in all your best interests to place it down. This exchange is taking place because the elders of our Sprite Alliance have decided that the coming war needs every hand our Mortal Plane has available to participate, however this does not mean we will just hand you our resources. There are many more deserving of the Sprite Alliance's full support. If you want anything from us, you'll have to earn it. The only things we will hand out for free are these accommodations and an opportunity.

"Our Sprite Alliance is separated into five powers. The Armament Sprites, the Earthen Sprites, the Spiritual Sprites, the Oracle Sprites, and the Heavenly Sprites. Each sub race is headed by a Higher Existence. Simply put, you all are not worthy of our kind intentions.

"If you really believe you deserve more than watch you've received, ask yourselves what you've done to deserve it first."

Her words were like a bucket of cold water over many of their heads. That was right, this was the martial world. Since when had they ever been owed anything? Wasn't it just a blessing to be here?

"The way things will work is simple. Everything will be by merits and contributions. Since we are giving you something, we want something in return.