This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous-Chapter 1018 - 475 Admin’s Symposium_2

But still, there was one thing that left everyone troubled, failing to come to a conclusion in the end, and that was Dawn City.

Dawn City, in the impression of many, was a city that had rebelled. Ironically, this very city, deemed a traitor by many, played a crucial role at a critical moment, saving what had been a dire situation. Otherwise, the entities descending from above would not have been six Titans, but...

In terms of merit, the one who mended the sky from Dawn City should at least rank after the Ghost Captain and before the Son of Heaven.

However, the fact that they took a Sky City out of selfish desires is also true. Struggling to evaluate them against their merit, many were left with no choice but to turn a blind eye to the past.

After a round of praises and ranking by seniority, the next and most critical phase was the distribution of the spoils of war.

Divine Bone, Divine Blood, and a massive amount of Divine Crystals, exotic beast materials, and more—items of immeasurable worth.

How to allocate these spoils of war fairly was an issue that urgently needed to be discussed.

In response, the United Nations quickly set up a special symposium to ensure the distribution process was public and transparent, subject to societal oversight.

At such a time, there was no need to worry about corruption or nepotism, as the number of involved powers and nations was too high, not to mention the billions of people watching. Earth had just endured an existential threat; should anyone dare to play dirty now, their end would be nothing short of disastrous.

The symposium was quickly established, staffed primarily by members of the former global self-rescue alliance, with their discussions being broadcasted to the society in real-time.

However, the meeting was delayed in starting, due to the absence of one most crucial participant.

The Ghost Captain!

Since he had vanished without a trace right after the restoration of the sky, he had not been seen since.

Realizing that the Ghost Captain was nowhere to be found, the members of the symposium hurriedly contacted familiar figures like the Red Sickle Girl, only to find that even they did not know of his whereabouts!

This left everyone perplexed.

Where had the Ghost Captain gone?

Could it be that he wished to remain out of sight and retire in peace after resolving the event? It seemed unlikely...

Or, perhaps there was still some hidden crisis yet to be resolved?

Everyone became somewhat anxious for a while, and all major powers quickly deployed their resources to search for the whereabouts of the Ghost Captain.

...

Mu You had no idea that so many people were searching for him across the world.

At the moment, he was on an uninhabited island in the southern seas.

For, after making his wish, he suddenly felt a beckoning in his mind.

Clearly, the only entities that could communicate with him in his consciousness were those few individuals who were Admins like himself.

So Mu You immediately landed on the island below and found a concealed cave where he sat down and connected his consciousness to the Karma Lines.

Skilled in navigating the Karma Lines, he quickly traced back to the end of the consciousness of the Admin he had previously communicated with.

But this time, instead of repelling his thoughts, the Admin enveloped them and whisked them away from the tail end of the Karma Lines.

Mu You was met with the sound of rushing water before he instinctively opened his eyes and found himself not in the island cave, but in an unfamiliar underground cavern.

He frowned and looked around.

The place was dimly lit with a cramped space. Streams crisscrossed the floor, and at the end of several streams, there was a potted plant. Unexpectedly, the plants inside were not flora, but rather emaciated old men, dwarf-like in stature.

Mu You paused in surprise, quickly realizing that these individuals must be the game Admins, and this was their hiding place.

His consciousness had been accepted by the Admins and brought into this space, allowing him to see their true forms.

"So this is the price you paid to survive the hands of the Divine Beast?" Mu You remarked, his voice tinged with a note of sorrow.

He remembered that Fu Ya’s Ancestor had said that after the first Fool returned to the Star Spirit World, almost all were parasitized, with a very small number surviving through some special method. But the cost was severe, with the survivors nearly stripped of all power and mobility, becoming neither human nor ghost.

Clearly, this was the condition of the people before him.

"Yes," one of the potted people said with a wry smile, "that’s why we truly envy you for managing to go through the crisis this time with almost no cost. According to our original expectations, for you to survive the crisis would have required the sacrifice of a significant number of elites..."

Now, those words had no more significance. Mu You shook his head, "So why have you called me here?"

"The situation was salvaged thanks to a few active individuals like yourself this time. However, everything has now escaped our control and has progressed in an unknown direction."

Another elder spoke solemnly, "We’ve called you here to discuss what comes next."

Had it been earlier, they would not have approached Mu You directly, but would have tried to negotiate with humanity collectively since no matter how many discussions they had with him alone, he could not represent the entirety of mankind.

But now, with Mu You’s prestige and standing being more than sufficient, they believed that all he needed to do was give the call to action, and countless people would surely follow his lead.