Global Lords: My Species Can Mutate-Chapter 63 - 62: Arrival on the Primordial Continent!
This voice appeared quite abruptly.
The crowd, who had been discussing fervently, instantly looked towards where the voice was coming from.
It was the elder who had not invited any of the C-level youths to join previously.
At some unknown point, he had already stood up, leaning on his cane, looking at Lin You with a kind smile on his face.
"Elder Mo, do you really want him to join your Great Wilderness Kingdom?"
The representative of the Flame River Kingdom asked with a frown, seemingly familiar with the elder.
Even Lin You himself was extremely surprised.
With such a low evaluation, someone was actually willing to take him in?
In astonishment, he couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure you want me to join?"
"Of course." The elder’s smile remained kind, "But like them, I can’t offer you very good resources; if you can accept this, then come to our Great Wilderness Kingdom."
Those undisguised sincere words finally moved Lin You.
After silently gazing at the elder for a while, he solemnly nodded.
"Alright, I’ll go!"
After speaking, he stepped out of the beam of light, coming before the elder.
The elder didn’t show any hint of rejection due to his low comprehensive evaluation.
Instead, he smiled and said, "Don’t be too concerned with others’ judgments. When I first came here, I was just like you, yet I made it to where I am today."
"Elder Mo, you also came from another world?"
Lin You was stunned.
"Yes, not just me. Every lord on the Primordial Continent is gathered from countless ruined worlds, just at different times."
Elder Mo seemed satisfied with Lin You’s politeness and rarely explained.
"When I first arrived here, I was the lowest F-level evaluation, just like you, yet I took it one step at a time, so you don’t need to be too disappointed."
"Elder Mo was like me too!?"
Lin You looked astonished.
This elder, who appeared so much stronger, turned out to have the lowest evaluation just like him; it was unbelievable.
At the same time, he finally understood why the other party would invite him.
Thinking of this, he bowed deeply to Elder Mo.
"Thank you, I will remember this kindness."
"Alright, whether we can meet again in the future is uncertain. Take this and enter the Gate of Space-Time; you’ll know what to do once you’re on the other side."
Elder Mo handed a dim Crystal Stone to Lin You and waved him over.
Just as Lin You thought.
He invited Lin You only out of sympathy, unable to bear seeing him in such a miserable state.
But reaching a level of importance to him was clearly unlikely.
After all, they each represented their respective duchies and bore the responsibility of recruiting talent.
Lin You’s joining was inconsequential to him, just a comfort to his heart, and he certainly didn’t believe Lin You could truly rise.
Lin You, naturally aware of this, said no more.
He took the Crystal Stone, turned around, and walked into the portal marked "Great Wilderness Kingdom," disappearing in an instant.
And the mocking voices beside him ceased right then.
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Primordial Continent.
In the farthest corner, yellow sand filled the air at the Gobi Edge under the scorching sun.
A mother and daughter, clad in ragged clothing, leaned on each other, carefully walking outside a dilapidated adobe town.
"Mom, do you think a Lord will come to our place this year?"
The little girl’s voice was frail as she laboriously looked up at the woman in tattered clothes beside her.
She looked about seven or eight years old, but was thin and yellow-skinned, her bones almost showing, as if a mere gust of wind could topple her.
Even the woman beside her had hollow cheeks, weak and frail, trembling as she walked.
Hearing her daughter’s question, the woman forced a brittle smile, lowered her head, and touched her daughter’s head.
"Yes, soon, a Lord should descend here, and we can live a good life then."
"But Mom, you said the same last year."
The little girl pouted, seemingly aware her mother was lying.
The woman’s smile turned even more strained...
In her hollow eyes, a touch of helplessness and heartache surfaced.
She cradled her daughter closer, softly saying, "How could Mom lie to you? Remember how two years ago, a Lord came here?"
"But I heard from Er Gou next door that the Lord left in less than a month." The girl lifted her head again.
The woman looked at her innocent expression, her eyes slightly trembled but quickly concealed it.
She patted the girl’s head: "Yaya, be good, don’t listen to Er Gou’s nonsense. Today we’ll go to the city for the annual sacrificial prayers, and afterwards, Mom will take you to have sweet pancakes."
"Really? That’s great, let’s hurry up and go pray then!"
Hearing about sweet pancakes, Yaya instantly cheered, jumping up and instantly forgetting about the Lord business, her little face flushed with color, no longer exhibiting the previous weakness.
The woman watched her joyous demeanor, a complex and indescribable expression washed across her face, eventually turning into a bitter smile.
She took Yaya’s small hand, continuing towards the dilapidated city.
It wasn’t a large city.
Just a few square miles, hardly a city.
The walls and buildings were essentially mounds of earth, most of them had been eroded beyond recognition by wind and sand, and there were no guards at the gates.
Walking through the streets, occasionally yellow sand swirled in the air.
Yet in such a harsh environment, many families flocked together for a common goal—to pray at the central square’s Lord’s statue.
Hoping this year a Lord would descend on their land, leading them towards prosperity and enabling a good life.
The streets buzzed with liveliness, filled with neighbors greeting each other, busier than during the New Year.
"Hey, isn’t this old Wang? Haven’t seen you in days, how come you have fewer patches on your clothes?"
"Well, since it’s prayer day, shouldn’t I dress a bit better?"
"Haha, exactly, maybe you’ll move the heart of a Lord, and they’d descend to us."
"If only that were the case, I shouldn’t waste time talking about it, I need to hurry and pray."
"Alright, alright, you go ahead, I’ll tidy up and be there soon."
As the conversations continued, more people made their way into the city.
At this time, around a giant, dilapidated statue at the city’s center, people gathered for prayers.
Each one muttering under their breath, kneeling and bowing before the statue with utmost devotion.
This scene recurred annually, so common it formed into a tradition for them.
Thus, in this lively atmosphere, time swiftly passed.
Soon, it was midday.
The scorching sun was directly overhead, causing the ground to appear almost illusory.
Oddly, the crowd in the square showed no sign of dispersing.
Instead, it grew larger, clustering around the statue, eyes fixed to the sky, seemingly waiting for something.
But as time slipped by, no movement stirred in the sky.
Their hopeful eyes gradually faded into disappointment.
"Alas... it seems no Lord will descend on us this year either."
An elder, leaning on his cane, looked skyward, his eyes filled with helplessness.
In such remote and barren places, let alone a Lord, even common villagers hesitated to settle here.
With a sigh, the elder slowly turned to leave.
"Grandpa, look quickly! There’s light descending from the sky!"
Suddenly, an exclamation rang out just then.
