Must.
Ye Zichen's tone was very certain.
Regardless of whether Karkat chose to cooperate or not, Karkat would definitely think that Ye Zichen's threat wasn't as simple as just words.
There was no other reason.
It was actually very simple. Karkat didn't dare to gamble.
Fortunately, the Ancestral Dragon Tribe did not choose a person with a strong background when it came to the red side.
If it was someone like Shi Hong …
Ye Zichen's threat wouldn't work at all. It would only worsen the conflict between the two sides.
Shi Hong wasn't afraid of that at all. The Celestial Lion Clan had a very high status amongst humans.
Threaten him?
！ Even if an overlord said something like that to Shi Hong, he would scoff and scold him back.
Because the Celestial Lion Clan had the Celestial Lion Overlord.
He was one of the strongest overlords beneath the supreme beings.
Karkat was different.
According to Bai Yu's investigation …
Karkat's clan was a very small one. The strongest person in the clan was their Master of the Stars, a marquis level expert.
Marquis level.
Compared to the entire universe, that was pretty good.
However, in the current realm, he was so insignificant that no one bothered to look at him.
"Big Bro! Then what should we do? "
Kakaruo stood in the cabin and muttered.
"We … I … I need to think about it."
Karkat, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but clutch his head. Ye Zichen's threat still lingered in his mind.
If you dare to win! I'll go to the Mercenary Alliance and kill you, and your entire clan!
He wasn't afraid of death, but he was worried for his clan.
He was from the Ka Clan.
In their galaxy, they were a pretty good clan.
The leader of their clan was a marquis level expert.
Right now, the leader was still a marquis, a level seven marquis.
Back when Karkat was still young and had yet to join the Mercenary Alliance, he was proud to be a member of the Ka Clan.
That was because their leader was a powerful expert of the universe.
Back then, it was very hard to find a count-level expert in the surrounding life planets.
Out of all the people he knew, he had the strongest background.
While countless planets were feeling vexed because of the interstellar war criminals …
When those planets were invaded by war criminals, they had no choice but to lose their homeland and wander the universe.
The power of a marquis level lord.
It was deeply imprinted in his heart.
He had once fantasized that it would be great if he could become such an expert.
However all of this became a joke the moment he entered the Universe Mercenary Alliance and became the leader of the Alliance.
He was still proud of his race.
That marquis rank lord was still the senior he respected the most in his heart.
But he had a realization.
His tribe was actually very small.
In the past, he had thought that large clans existed simply because the social class he came into contact with was too low.
At that time, he had also heard that some heirs of large families had personal guards of dukes, kings, and even kings.
He was disdainful and even scoffed.
He felt that it was fake! How could such a thing happen? How could such an expert willingly become the personal guard of a junior?
Only later did he realize.
All of this was real.
He had truly seen it for himself. Dukes, Kings, and Kings were the personal guards of those great families. The amount of resources they possessed made him feel terrified just by hearing about it.
What left the deepest impression on him was that he was also a Majesty of the Mercenary Alliance.
Their relationship back then was not bad.
That Majesty wanted to choose a suitable weapon, and Karkat recommended him a spear.
That weapon was something he dreamed of, even the leader of his family had praised it countless times. It cost 30 million universe dollars.
With their planet's overall strength, it would take them over a thousand years to obtain that amount of money.
And this was under the condition that they didn't eat or drink, and the planet didn't consume any energy.
Such a weapon was casually bought by His Majesty.
The most laughable thing was.
He actually felt that the weapon was trash. After playing with it for two days, he threw it to him, saying that it was a toy.
A toy.
Their leader had been here for thousands of years, yet he couldn't bear to buy it.
He treated it as a toy.
And he felt that it was trash.
At that moment, he suddenly realized how terrifying the people he was interacting with were.
Even though his good friend didn't mean to humiliate him, he simply felt that the weapon wasn't good, that was because he had used better ones before.
However, in Karkat's heart, it still left a mark.
From then on, he began to pay attention to the other Majesties of the Mercenary Alliance. It wasn't that there weren't any Majesties like Karkat, but they were extremely few.
The others were Majesties, Highnesses, or Preparatory Highnesses.
They all came from prestigious families in the universe.
Among these people's families, even the worst had a King level expert, and there were countless Dukes and Marquises.
He began to become humble.
Because he knew that if he angered the people here, wanting to destroy his family would be as easy as absorbing the energy of the universe.
Fortunately, he was indeed the most outstanding genius at that time. The other Majesties also treated him very well, and didn't treat him badly because of his poor family background.
Because of him, the Mercenary Alliance was also very friendly to his family, providing them with resources.
At that time, he was the pride of his family.
Unfortunately, this friendliness and pride didn't last long.
He was born like a blazing sun, and finally fell like a comet.
The people who had been so kind and humble to him had become so disdainful after he became a Count and stagnated in his advancement.
His former friends left him one by one.
The Aries Tribe's Preparatory Highness, the woman who expressed her love for him many times. At that time, in order to make Karkat accept her, this woman took off her clothes and stuck to his body countless times.
Her family was even more kind to him, and even gave her resources.
Her King level father asked him to call him Uncle.
Just when he was stuck at the 9th Earl level for a thousand years without any change, that woman coldly left, and when she left, she almost spat at him.
And those harsh words, he still remembered them to this day.
"How can a beggar like you be with me? In our tribe, Earls don't even have the qualifications to guard the door."
"Karkat, don't think that I'm heartless."
"Your race did not provide you with the possibility to interact with me on equal terms. Previously, I saw your talent, and so did my family. We all believed that you could become a monarch, but now … we've waited for you for a thousand years. My father is already very kind. He gave you a thousand years."
"It was you who destroyed the balance between us."
"In the future, don't come looking for me. You're not worthy."
Less than half a month after their separation, he saw this woman flirting in front of another Majesty.
This was class.
He'd relied on his talent and hard work to reach this level, but he couldn't maintain it. Naturally, he saw for himself just how vile people could be when you didn't belong to this class.
So much so that he didn't dare doubt whether Ye Zichen was simply threatening him.
He had to treat all of this as …. Ye Zichen really would do it.
It was precisely this kind of thinking that confused him. He couldn't make a decision.
He was truly afraid that his impulsive actions would destroy his entire clan.
To tell the truth, he regretted becoming His Majesty even more.
If he hadn't become His Majesty back then, he could've taken things one step at a time, and the people he came into contact with would be relatively ordinary.
He'd risen too quickly.
He'd gone from a tiny eighteenth-rate family clan to His Majesty, and all he'd come into contact with were first-rate clans.
How would he face it?
More importantly, it'd already been two thousand years, and he was still trapped here.
"Big Brother?"
Kakarov could tell just how much pain Kakat was in.
"It's fine, don't worry about me," Kakat smiled wryly.
Kakat smiled bitterly. He wouldn't tell Kakarov about this.
Kakarov was the true hope of their clan. He didn't want his little brother to worry about these things. The clan still needed Kakarov to become strong.
"Oh yeah, do you know where Lord Mount Bone and Lord Bone Fiend and their guards are?"
"I don't know. They never tell us where they're going," said Kakarov.
"Big Brother, I don't think we should've sold them the slots. Look at them …. They never do what you want."
"Shh."
Kakarov nervously put his finger to his lips.
"Don't say things like this again. Selling the slots is for the sake of our clan. Just bear with it."
"Oh."
Kakarov frowned and nodded. Kakat also let out a long sigh. "I want to go out for a breather. Don't worry about me, I'll come back later.
If Lord Mount Bone and Lord Bone Fiend come back, just contact me through the virtual network. "
"Be careful, the trial has already begun."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful!"
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