I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 383 The Dilemma of the Red Family
On Etna Island, where the Red family's headquarters are located, the high-ranking members of the Chosen Ones are holding a routine meeting regarding the assessment for accepting new members.

Although they may seem like just a group of young people who haven't even reached the excellent level, the characteristic of the God-Chosen system is that as long as they are in harmony with the authority represented by the gods, their improvement speed will be extremely exaggerated.

The so-called hunting test is essentially a test of this compatibility.

Those skilled in hunting are naturally more likely to gain the favor of the god of hunting, and after receiving divine favor, they can easily be promoted to the excellent level and become the backbone of this sea.

"The newcomers did a great job! Even with the whole thing being recorded, I almost lost them," a man who looked to be in his early forties said with a smile, his eyes fixed on the video footage sent back by the proctors.

Feng Xue's actions surprised him quite a bit. Her ability to quickly sway attention through acting skills and changes in positioning was like that of a venomous snake.

This is not a derogatory term. For hunters, knowing how to conceal themselves is an essential skill. With such exquisite stealth techniques, it's not impossible that he could surpass two or three minor realms and stealthily kill an excellent high-level hunter.

In contrast, "Bessie," whose combat prowess was more outstanding, received far less attention. After all, there are plenty of people in the family who can fight but aren't really that good. If it weren't for the perfect teamwork between the two, this kind of brute force attack might have been considered barely passable.

"Shupu is undoubtedly the chosen one to hunt gods. As for Bessie, if he fails, we can let him try the power of the God of Unity."

The older of the chosen ones offered this advice, and the others nodded in agreement.

The other candidates were still en route, and one hadn't even gathered enough information about the target. After a brief discussion about the follow-up arrangements, the senior executives shifted the topic to another matter—

"Both hunting teams have been out of contact for a whole day. Considering that the hunting marks are still stable, I'm afraid they are in grave danger."

"It seems this heretic is more troublesome than expected..." Hart Reid, the pillar of the Reid family and a half-step Excellent level expert, had a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Despite his youthful appearance, he is already the great-grandfather of the current family head. He has witnessed the development of the family over the past hundred years. While the family's power has grown, the number of strong individuals has not changed much. The family had finally gathered a group of experts, but most of them were killed or injured in last year's incident.

Although he ultimately won, the only benefit he gained was some territory, which inevitably left him with a sense of desolation as if there was no one to carry on the legacy.

It is thanks to the existence of the God of Hunting that the production of outstanding talents can be guaranteed; otherwise, the Reid family might not have been able to control the resources at their disposal.

"How's the research on the Earth Fragments going?" Thinking of this, he abruptly changed the subject before anyone could react to the heresy. The chosen one in charge of this immediately spoke up:

"It's almost certainly a system of divine favoritism, but it's different from our existing belief system. It feels more like a casual act of charity from the gods, without even requiring prayer..."

"What about the side effects?" Hart interrupted the lengthy report. The man paused for a moment before replying:

"Nothing has been found yet, but it cannot be confirmed whether the knowledge obtained from the fragments of the earth has a hidden brainwashing effect."

“So, at least on the surface, there isn’t one, right?” Hart instantly saw through the other party’s unwillingness to take responsibility, but a veteran chosen one spoke up: “But that’s the Earth God, and the Sea People…”

"Heh," Hart chuckled softly.

"You think we're the only ones researching Earth Fragments? I guarantee that the eleven families of the Blue Lake Island Chain, along with our four neighbors—Green Field, Sunset, Aurora, and Pearl—are all researching this stuff. If it weren't for the distance, other island groups would definitely not let this opportunity pass! Even if the Earth God loses, so what? Power is power; it won't be devalued just because it belongs to a certain god. Stop the destructive experiments now and start recruiting Earth Fragment users into your families. Of course, don't make it too obvious. As for the name… one of the Twelve Wolf Gods is Wilderness, and Wilderness roams the earth. If the Woodnas family can believe in the Wilderness Wolf God, then we can believe in him too…"

Everyone in the conference room immediately understood that it didn't mean they were actually worshipping the God of the Wilderness, but rather that they were publicly claiming that those Earth Fragment ability users who joined the family were followers of a branch of the Wilderness Wolf God.

As for the difference in abilities?

Different beliefs and doctrines, even if they point to the same god, will lead to different divine powers being bestowed. Isn't that just natural?

After discussing recruitment, everyone inevitably brought the topic back to the heretic who stole the power of the God of Hunting.

Everyone could see that even Old Master Hart didn't really want to mention this enemy, but as the foundation of the Reid family's existence and the source of everyone's strength, a solution had to be found for this problem.

The ability to destroy two hunting teams without even giving them a chance to send back intelligence suggests either that the enemy had laid an extremely strong ambush or that their strength was overwhelming.

Seeing that everyone remained silent for a long time, Hart finally realized that no one but himself could speak up on this matter. After thinking for a moment, he could only sigh:

"Notify the outer temples of the family to temporarily enter a state of hibernation and refrain from any worship activities for the time being. High-ranking clergy should return to Etna Island."

"Yes!" Hearing their leader say that, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This was a last resort.

Based on the combat strength shown so far, the enemy is probably also a semi-proficient master, and a pure combat type at that. In a head-on confrontation, Hart is not confident of winning.

Moreover, after the Lupo family was destroyed, the tacit understanding between the twelve families was completely broken. In the eyes of others, the Reid family might not be a bad deal. Once he leaves the base, his home might be stolen when he returns.

Faced with two choices, Hart chose to set a trap on his own territory, which can be considered in line with the fighting style of the chosen one of the gods of the hunt.

"There's no one to carry on the torch!" Hart sighed again, mentally planning where to set up the battlefield to ensure lethality while minimizing losses. But as he pondered, his gaze unconsciously drifted back to the two new recruits—

"Although it's only a collateral branch, it's still fine for someone to be a high-ranking member of the God-Chosen faction..."

(Handle battle axe/warhammer)

(End of this chapter)