King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 389 - 389 384 The Genius Monsters

Chapter 389: Chapter 384: The Genius Monsters Chapter 389: Chapter 384: The Genius Monsters “Competing with children under ten? Prince Mureya, can this be cancelled? Children under ten are still growing.” The Financial Minister voiced out, feeling slightly upset. He wondered if the Golden Dragon Regent Duke was misunderstanding their human lives.

Although the time for humans to reach adulthood is short compared to dragons, they are not at the point where they can fight before they turn ten.

“Your Excellency, dividing it into five competition groups is too many. The one for children under ten can be scrapped off. Even the one for children between eleven and fifteen years old isn’t necessary. How strong could a child of this age group be?”

Several ministers came forward to advise. Mureya’s decision was involving too many resources, they couldn’t persuade Mureya to cancel the decision, but they could reduce the workload involved.

After all, no matter what decision Mureya made, they were the ones who would have to execute it. They were the typical subjects running errands while the king barely moved his mouth. If they could relieve themselves, they would take it easy. Moreover, it indeed wasn’t necessary to hold competitions for adolescents.

“Humph, do you still think this kingdom is the same as it was thirty years ago?” Mureya scoffed, “You all know that the kingdom is now full of geniuses, but do you know to what extent these geniuses have developed, and how strong they are? You guys probably don’t have the time or interest to find out.”

“Mia, show these ‘big figures’ the data you’ve collected on these talents. Let them see how monstrous their country’s geniuses have become.”

“Gentlemen, please take a look.” Mia, who was standing next to Mureya, waved her hand with a composed smile. Several eunuchs entered the hall from the side door and handed some shocking data to these influential aristocrats.

“Isefu, eight years old, Silver Rank 1 mage. She ran into a group of bandits while out playing and single-handedly slaughtered this band of bandits with over one hundred and thirty-four members, including skewering the Silver Second Rank leader…”

“Nod, age unknown, estimated to be around thirteen, Silver Fourth Rank in strength, possesses some unknown burst combat technique that greatly enhances his combat power to a Gold Rank level in a short period of time. Duration estimated to be one fourth of a hour. Reason: once severely injured a Gold Second Tier vampire with his burst technique.”

“…”

The dignitaries in the Council Hall were increasingly astonished looking at the data on the talents collected by Mureya. Many couldn’t hold their expressions and started muttering words like “Impossible”.

“Prince Mureya, these talents’ data…”

“I’ve confirmed it repeatedly, you don’t need to worry about me deceiving you with fake data.”

“Of course, you would never swindle us.”

“Does anyone still think that we need to cancel the two youngest sections?” Mureya asked without showing any expressions.

“The Duke is wise, we were foolish.”

“It’s not your fault for not knowing.” Mureya waved his hand, indicating that it was not a big deal. They did not have the same access to intelligence as him, so it was normal for them not to know, “Let’s continue discussing the competition.”

“Your Excellency, if we divide it into five sections, won’t we have five top talents in the kingdom in the end?”

“Yes.” Mureya smiled, “We can’t have a thirty-year-old adult fighting against a ten-year-old child for the first place. It’s too unfair, even dividing it into five sections is just relatively fair.”

…Time slowly passed as Mureya and the nobles discussed. Due to the wide scope of the event, coupled with Mureya’s almost non-existent rules except for age restrictions, the number of participants was guaranteed to be huge.

In the early stages of the competition, the kingdom, as the organizer, would face tremendous pressure. In the later stages, as the real talents were screened out, the pressure to organize would gradually decrease.

When all matters concerning the competition, such as the competition rules, time, venue, rewards, and so on were settled, the sun had risen and set twice.

“You all have worked hard.” Mureya, in high spirits, looked at the tired aristocrats with a smile. Luckily they all had extraordinary powers, otherwise ordinary people would have died from his torment.

“For the strength and stability of the kingdom, this is what we should do.” Hearing Mureya’s encouragement, a nobleman who was groggy from overthinking subconsciously responded. Dealing with polite words had become their instinct.

“Then put in some more effort. Go and arrange the publicity for the competition. In the shortest possible time, let as many people as possible know about the competition. Registration will start in half a month.”

Hearing Mureya’s order, many ministers and nobles, who were so tired they wanted to fall asleep, glared at the nobleman who had just spoken. But in the end, they had to comply and went to arrange the staff.

…

In a city in a certain province of the Lockman Kingdom, a young man carrying a battle axe cheerfully entered a villa near the city center. He carelessly kicked open the iron gate specially made by the villa’s owner.

“Anz, stop messing with your bottles and come out with me. There’s great news.”

He was careless about the additional footprint on the door. While smelling the strange scent from the courtyard filled with medicinal herbs, he entered.

“Anz, you’ve completed your new potion research?” He found the master of the house, a man dressed in a dirty mage’s robe, wearing thick crystal glasses, and with a full beard, looking hardly different from a middle-aged man.”

“Bang!” Accompanied by the sound of the young man’s voice, the concoction that was being brewed and filled with a fragrance of herbs in the crucible burst suddenly, emitting a thick green smoke. After that, it turned into a pot of black sludge, oozing an unpleasant smell.

“Yaheng, you will be responsible for the cost of my failed experiment this time.” Anz, who didn’t care about his failing experiment, calmly shifted the responsibility onto himself, “Then, why did you come to me? You’re out of potions already?”