Cal snorted. These damned Oracle Sprites, always trying to seem mysterious. If they really could tell the future, wouldn't they be undefeatable? Obviously, they had no ability to, they were limited in too many ways. Namely, 99% of them had an inability to predict Fates outside of their own. So, doing something as ridiculous as trying to scare him with a few words bordered on nonsense.

"There are other ways to pay us as well." Cal directly ignored the young man. "I hear the Tower Quadrants have quite a boldly named title True Gods, I believe it was? From my understanding, the rewards for earning this title are quite lucrative. Although I doubt there are any treasures you have that could blow my mind, I'm quite open to being proved wrong"

Though True God Star maintained his smile, there was a deep complexity swirling in the depths of his pupils. But, he managed to take a deep breath and respond.

"We accept."

Cativa, who had spent all of this time expressionless, believing that her husband would fight for her honor in the end, suddenly became ashen. Though her face didn't so much as twitch, it was simply too difficult to hide the physiological response of being betrayed in this way.

Had the husband she had always been so proud of sold her off for such minor benefits?

The remaining young woman looked toward Cativa, biting her lip before turning away. She really couldn't stand to see such things, but she also didn't want to offend Terren and Cal for individuals she didn't know. She had already made her attempt, and since it failed, there was no point in trying again.

The worst part of it all was that Cativa knew her husband's personality well. If things really happened this way, she could forget about the Empress title. Not only would she lose all of her dignity, True God Star would never care to repay her for it. He might soothe her with some empty words, but there would never be anything tangible. Maybe one day she'd be killed without her knowledge just so that he didn't have to be reminded of this day's shame.

Terren suddenly laughed. "It seems you've already decided on the price for your help. Wouldn't I be missing out if I didn't choose next?"

His eyes greedily swept over the crowd.

Some were nervous and shrank back, but there would always be some bold women who put themselves of display. Rather than being sold out like Cativa had been, why not take control of the situation? This way, they could cut out any middleman and take advantage of the situation directly.

Terren saw many women who caught his attention. He had always believed that normal humans were impure and couldn't possibly stack up against the beauties among their sprites, but it seemed he had underestimated mankind too much. There were a few here who stood even above many sprite beauties he had seen in the past.

However, a moment later, he saw something curious. Many were either nervous or bold, but there was a group of individuals who seemed neutral, as though the matters going on here had nothing to do with them. Some of them watched on with curious and amused expressions, while some directly ignored the situation entirely.

At the forefront of this group stood a young man who held one of these curious, amused expressions. But often times, he would turn and speak to the women by his side as though he didn't care how this all ended.

It was then Terren's eyes lit up.

These four women. Each alone was already comparable to the pinnacle beauties of the sprite race and could most definitely appear at the very top of the Beauty Chart.

One slightly roguish, one petite and fiery, another distant and murderous, and the final loving and gentle.

Alone, they could easily make any man's blood boil. But together just how would it feel to bed all four at once?

His mouth all but began to water. Having four women of such different temperaments all together How could he ever get bored? It was impossible!

His hands clapped. "It seems my luck is even better than yours, Cal."

Terren laughed uproariously.

When True God Star noticed the direction of Terren's gaze, he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. He had boldly stated that he could speak for everyone, but the Sacharro Clan had at least 3 Higher Existences and their depth was still unknown. Even if 3 was their limit, this was already enough for the Sprite Alliance to be unable to look down on them.

In the end, his jaw set.

'If the Sacharro Clan was really so great, why would they be so unknown. Furthermore, why would they even bother to join our Federation or come here in the first place? Obviously, they must be lacking in some unknown ways'

Dyon, though, hadn't seemed to notice what was going on. Actually, this wasn't him just putting on an act, he really had stopped paying attention. After True God Star showed such a lack of backbone, he found it all to be completely unworthy of his attention.

As for the rules of this place? He didn't care about that either. He was actually planning on leaving any minute now.

Waiting to complete 100 missions? As if he would waste his time on such nonsense.

By his estimation, each one-star mission would take a normal Lower Dao Expert at least several months to complete. With just 80 years, Dyon guessed that maybe not even 5% of those who came here would be able to complete them. And, of those 5%, who knew how many would manage to last those 10 minutes during the final test?

By that time, what benefits would they be able to gain from the Sprite Alliance's so-called true training program?

"True God Sacharro." After a moment, True God Star called out to Dyon.

"Huh?" Dyon looked up, to others, he probably looked brainless and confused, not even aware of the danger that lurked around the corner.