Chapter 1914: You’re the Captain
“Isn’t it obvious enough? Once you’re divided into two teams, the Chosen Team will walk the chosen path, and the Survival Team the survival path.”
“Are the two teams… different?” Feng Yiran asked nervously.
The others were equally nervous.
“Of course they are.” The Black Robe Ghost King was very frank. “Why is it called the Chosen Team? It’s like the name suggests: It’s the chosen one. The trials on the first to the seventh floors will be difficult for the Chosen Team. As for the Survival Team…”
He paused for effect.
Feng Yiran asked eagerly, “What about the Survival Team? How difficult will the trials be?”
The ghost king chuckled. “The Survival Team? It’ll be Hell Mode, at least.”
“Why?!” Feng Yiran grew anxious. “The abandoned ones are already weak. Why are the trials harder for them? They’ll be killed!”
“That’s correct. No prize, unfortunately,” said the ghost king cheerfully.
Everyone stared at the ghost king in astonishment.
The ghost king said matter-of-factly, “Why do you think it’s called the Survival Team? Why do you think that the members are likely to die? Because it’s an impossible mission for them.”
Seven out of fourteen. So, that was one out of two, a 50% chance. That wasn’t a high probability at all.
The ghost king smiled as he studied the panic-stricken faces.
“What are the chances that the members of the Survival Team will get to the end?” Feng Yiran asked gingerly.
The ghost king was quite patient. He rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and said slowly, “For as long as I can remember, the Survival Team has never succeeded.”
“Ssss -”
Everyone drew in their breaths.
“What?!”
“Never?!”
“That’s not ‘very likely’! That’s ‘die for sure’!”
“That means that if we’re not in the Chosen Team, not only won’t we get the seed of the spirit source, we’ll also die… That’s… Ahhh!”
Many people panicked.
What now? What now? What should they do now? Sefiro and the others were all very anxious.
“May I ask who the captain of the Chosen Team will be?”
Ranmil was as innocent as ever as she beamed at the ghost king.
It was as if what he said hadn’t affected her at all.
The ghost king looked down at Ranmil in a condescending manner, but his tone was much milder.
“There’s no strict criteria for that. I’ll pick whomever I like for the job.”
Everyone grew excited.
They were about to fawn on the ghost king, when he spoke again.
“Kiddo, you single-handedly killed a small group of my soldiers. That was impressive, and I should reward you for that.
“You’re pretty, approachable, and capable, and you’re a good physician as well. What a treasure.
“There. You’ll be the captain.”