Floating Island - Triple S Talent

How could such a duel become public viewing? Yet he remained captivated, enjoying each movement of the students in the arena. Though they were only low-level students, their movements were beautiful and deadly.

Nita was just about to explain something about the show on the screen when her tablet vibrated softly, displaying an incoming message. Her fingers moved quickly, swiping across the screen to read the message. Her eyebrows raised slightly, her eyes fixed on the text for a few seconds until she gave a small nod, understanding its content.

"Brother," said Nita, her voice calm but with a serious undertone.

"The top alliances have already heard about our internal meeting. They are now on their way here. It seems they want to ask directly about future plans and developments."

Lein, still sitting relaxed on the sofa while watching the duel on the TV screen, merely gave a small nod, undisturbed. His eyes remained focused on the movements of the academy students fighting in the arena, observing their techniques with calm interest.

At the moment, he was at the King level—three tiers above tier-3, the highest rank for humans now. The threat from other alliances seemed trivial to him, almost like a passing breeze.

"Let them be," he replied lightly, his voice barely perturbed. "Let them come and do whatever they want."

Nita nodded slightly, her face serious as she listened to her brother's instructions.

"Also, make sure the security of the city residents is maintained," Lein added, without taking his gaze off the screen.

Nita quickly reached for her tablet again, typing swiftly and efficiently, relaying Lein's orders to those in charge of the island's security.

Once the message was sent, Nita folded her hands, leaning back on the sofa, and watched the TV screen alongside Lein.

The two sat side by side in comfortable silence, enjoying the duel on screen. Time passed, and they remained there, absorbed in the momentary peace, waiting for eleven o'clock to arrive.

***

Teleportation Hub

The previously quiet Teleportation Hub was now busy again, flooded with representatives from various alliances. The silence that had once hung in the air after the foreign creature attacks was now replaced by the bustle of humans and an energy that seemed to fill the atmosphere.

Creatures from other realms still occasionally emerged through the portals, but their intensity had greatly decreased. Each appearance was nothing more than a minor disturbance, immediately obliterated by the Lightning Towers and the advanced defense systems surrounding the island.

At one of the larger portals, a handsome young man appeared, dressed in a suit that was both stylish and comfortable. Following him, an old man with a long beard emerged, wearing a white robe that trailed down to the floor. They were immediately followed by several men in black uniforms, moving with disciplined precision as bodyguards flanking them.

"Ah… finally," William murmured as he took a deep breath, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings with an undisguised sense of awe.

This was William's first time setting foot on Lein Island. Until now, the island had only existed in his mind through images on social media and television. The reality before him now felt far more impressive.

The old man beside him, also gazing around with an expression of amazement, took a deep breath.

"This island… it's so different every time I see it. Even after so many visits, I'm still fascinated," he said with a tone of admiration mixed with awe.

His gaze was fixed on the towering buildings that seemed to challenge the sky.

William smiled at the old man's murmurs.

"Yes… it's as if he possesses boundless wealth. Just seeing that tall tower sends shivers down my spine," he replied, his voice low but filled with the same sense of admiration.

The two stood for a moment, absorbing the lively atmosphere around them. The crowd continued to grow, and William noticed a few reporters running towards them with cameras and microphones at the ready. From afar, enthusiastic voices began to call out.

"Excuse me, excuse me! Mr. William from the American Alliance, may we have a moment of your time?"

"Mr. William, you've finally arrived! Do you have time for an interview?"

The reporters' calls filled the air, but William and the old man beside him remained standing, unfazed. The bodyguards quickly moved, forming a semicircle, creating a barrier between their employer and the crowd.

"Stop… maintain a two-meter distance," ordered the head of the bodyguards, extending his arm as a sign of the boundary to be respected.

The reporters complied, stepping back slightly but staying close, preparing their equipment. Once everything was ready, a reporter quickly threw out the first question.

"What's the purpose of your visit this time, Mr. William? Are you here in response to an invitation from the World Market Trade Alliance?"

William responded with a broad smile, adjusting his tone to sound friendly and open. "No, actually," he replied with a smile, "but as a fellow human, of course, I wanted to visit and meet my good friend, Young Master Lein."

William restrained himself from showing too serious an expression. He knew well that in front of reporters, a smile and openness were the best tools for maintaining his image.

"Mr. William, where will you and your party be staying while you're here?" another reporter quickly asked.

"Mr. William, in your opinion, how long will these foreign creature attacks continue?" another chimed in.

With a consistent smile, William responded to each question with calm and a positive tone. His words were full of optimism, his answers sounding vague yet filled with humanity.

On the other side of the Teleportation Hub, representatives from various other alliances faced a similar situation. They arrived with bodyguards, trusted assistants, and several security staff stationed closely around them.

Just like the group from the American Alliance, the reporters immediately approached, carrying their "combat gear"—cameras and ready-to-use microphones—all competing to capture the moment and grab the hottest news for their broadcasts.

The World Market Trade Alliance, led by Lein, had now truly become the center of attention for all humankind.

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