"...but that's not my main reason for fighting for the right to use the Crown," Li Changzhou said. "Wearing the Crown carries risks. The King of Wind and Light is a deity, and this planet is his corpse. It's quite possible he could resurrect inside the body of the one wearing the Crown."
Signal Light looked at Li Changzhou.
Tiredness faded from Aman's face, replaced by a solemn expression.
"It won't be effective."
Everyone's gaze turned again towards Li Changzhou.
Li Changzhou explained, "When I transformed into the Divine Body, which is three thousand meters tall, the 'black and white' Contract was not effective on me."
Signal Light heard gasps, not just from others, but also his own.
Did Li Changzhou always have the power to break Contracts and act against other Players?
Was he really trying to ensure the event concluded smoothly by fighting for the right to wear the 'Crown'?
Then trusting him... no, what he said might not be true. Even the resurrection of the King of Wind and Light could be a lie fabricated for his purposes.
"May I ask," the voice was gentle; Signal Light looked over to see the female harpist, "does Mr. Li have a way to ensure he won't be controlled by the deity?"
After she spoke, she quickly added, "Of course, I know your strength is greater than ours, but I feel the gap between us is insignificant in the eyes of a deity."
Li Changzhou appeared somewhat helpless: "You can't see it, and even if I told you, you'd think it's just another lie from me."
"I didn't mean to doubt you; it's just that... if you could explain clearly, it would be easier to resolve the situation."
"It's fine." Li Changzhou raised his hand to show the harpist not to worry.
"Does anyone have any objections?" Hou Feng looked at the crowd.
"I have an idea," the street dancing girl popped her gum, leaning forward excitedly on the table, "why not let the best dancer... uh, what I mean is, I'll teach, you all learn, and whoever is the best, gets to wear the Crown, and by the way, I'll acknowledge them as the strongest street dance King!"
"Let's vote," the kneeler said.
The street dancing girl glared at the kneeler, her purple lips moving as she chewed vigorously on her gum, her seductively lined eyes spilling a dangerous qi.
"That works," Hou Feng nodded.
"I have no objections," said the female sand painter.
"Neither do I," Signal Light spoke up.
"Agreed."
"There's no other way."
"If it's anonymous, I'll vote."
Aside from Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, Turquoise Pool, Soda Crackers, Yafeiluna, Little Five, and Little Radish, everyone agreed.
Even those with nicknames like Reinforced Iron Bones, Deadly Light Flame, The Earthquake That Passes By, The Psychiatrist, The Sword That Aims Only for the Throat, consented after hesitating.
All eyes were on Li Changzhou.
"Fine," Li Changzhou nodded, "let's vote."
"Heh, 'black and white' is not effective on me," he said with a smile to the Fiery Phoenix.
Instinct related to fire seems to come with a difficult temperament.
The voting ended quickly. Counting the doctor's Door Plate and Little Radish, who was unaware of the situation, there were a total of twenty-eight people; Hou Feng received sixteen votes, Li Changzhou twelve.
"Now that the voting is over, Mr. Li, please hand over 'Summer' and 'Winter' to Captain Hou," said the one with grand ambitions.
Li Changzhou spread his hands, and after five heartbeats, the perfect, dazzling, and awe-inspiring 'Summer' and 'Winter' floated in his palm.
Under everyone's gaze, 'Summer' and 'Winter' slowly rose, crossed the long table, and landed in Hou Feng's hands.
Hou Feng checked the information and lifted his head: "Received."
"Discussion's over, we should set out now, let's get that Crown quickly," urged the street dancing girl.
"Everyone, pack up, we're getting ready to go. Reconnaissance Soldier, reposition the Central King's daughter's location."
"I've been keeping an eye on her."
Outside the conference room, soldiers were packing up the camp, pressing tents large enough to be rooms into the size of blankets. Li Changzhou's group of seven, plus one Little Radish, walked to the water's edge, looking at the vigorous aquatic plants.
"Do you really intend to let them use the Crown?" asked Turquoise Pool.
"Only they know where the Central King's daughter is," reminded Yang Qinglan.
"We'll talk about it once we get the Crown," Li Changzhou replied.
Inside the tent.
The four Beads spun like celestial bodies in Hou Feng's hands.
"Li Changzhou will not give up," he said.
"Is he going to steal it?" Fiery Fire Phoenix frowned.
"According to Logistics Bureau's analysis of his life, this man would not place his hopes in someone else's hands," Hou Feng's gaze moved away from the four Beads, "I'll draw his attention. Who among you will take the lead?"
The words of Li Changzhou echoed in the ears of a few members of the Special Warfare Bureau—wearing the Crown will lead to possession by the King of Wind and Light.
The little Martial Saint was the first to speak: "I'll do it!"
"No," the Door Plate shook his head, "when the time comes, you might be the only one who can contain him. My right arm is gone; I'm of no use. I'll go."