Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Imagine this: when your homeland crumbles, your people perish, and the entire galaxy dies, leaving only yourself in this desolate universe, with stars and light so far away, you can only feel yourself dying in the same agony as your people.

What kind of despair is that? Who can truly understand it? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

However, Alien Empera crossed over it.

How awe-inspiring is a belief that can overcome even such despair alone? Even if it is a dark will, it is still an undeniable miracle, because the Alien Empera has mastered darkness, rather than being mastered by it.

Such a miracle is rare and hard to come by. Even if the Alien Empera himself were to replicate it, he probably wouldn't be able to do it. But the domineering spirit that helped him overcome despair has been permanently etched in his heart and will never dissipate.

Of course, ordinary space guards are far from being able to achieve either this miracle or this domineering spirit, so this is not the main point Belial made.

The key point is that the improvement and purification of beliefs can enable the Ultra race to unleash extraordinary power with a limited duration in a short period of time, as well as enhance their upper limit of progress and efficiency.

The former is not the key point. This kind of time-limited outbreak is uncontrollable, and a mature Ultra Warrior would never put people's safety on this.

The latter is what Belial wanted to describe.

"A death match leads to an increase in belief, and belief enhances the efficiency and upper limit of learning? This... sounds a bit strange, but in principle, it's actually not a problem?" Tregear murmured. He was a scientist, so he knew very well that the possibilities of quantum mechanics were infinite, and the bodies of the Ultra race were precisely the bodies of light quantum mechanics.

The idea that belief can change the body's potential is a fantasy for carbon-based life forms, but it makes sense and is plausible for quantum mechanics.

Not to mention that the soul is the most powerful source of change. With these two elements combined, even though Torregia had never been on a field mission and therefore had never experienced or witnessed such a situation, as a scientist, he accepted and believed in this statement.

"Hmph, do you understand now, kid? We... cough, the superiority of your Land of Light and the Ultra race isn't so easily exploited. Other aliens can't do things like this. Do you even know what an ultimate life form is?"

Although he wasn't familiar with the brat Tregear, Belial felt quite satisfied and proud seeing how shocked and cooperative the boy was.

Kasa automatically ignored Belial's boastful remark, "Ultimate life form?" The King of Ultra might use that term if he liked it, but the Land of Light? Forget it, he hasn't evolved to that level yet.

Ultimately, Belial himself knew that there were always some isolated cases in the universe that even the technology of the Land of Light couldn't analyze. Their superiority would probably shock even the Alien Empera. Those were the ones who had gone further on the ultimate path.

However, considering that Bei Laohei genuinely helped, we won't hold a grudge against him.

But it's not over yet.

Kasa asked, "If what you're saying is true, then you mean you want students to build a solid foundation and then go straight to attendance?"

“I’d love to, but you certainly wouldn’t like to hear that.” Belial’s eyes flickered.

As an extremist who fought through an era of blood and fire, with half his heart turned to darkness, he didn't mind letting the next generation experience death prematurely—even if life-fixing technology wasn't omnipotent and there was a possibility that once they died, they couldn't be brought back to life.

But Bei Laohei's understanding of Casa was quite profound. This instructor, who cared for his students while also worrying that their naivety might harm them and others, leading to the deaths of lives that could have been saved, was unlikely to agree with such a decision.

Of course, Old Black Bei didn't really care about this, because it wasn't very useful. He would have to go to work sooner or later anyway, and what was going to happen would happen—and in general combat, the improvement was so-so, it still depended on years of hard work.

To achieve significant improvement, one needs an extraordinary battle. This is extraordinary not only because of the strength of the enemy, but also because one must bear a heavy responsibility and have an extraordinary mindset towards both enemies and allies.

Even if such a battle doesn't provide any immediate improvement, the resulting training will undoubtedly increase efficiency after the defeat.

"Let's start the match," Belial suddenly said.

"what do you mean?"

"A tournament." Belial's eyes gleamed. "The Land of Light and the Emperor's Empire will each be divided into two camps and start a match that can be watched by the entire universe. It will be one-on-one throughout, with no limit on life or death!"

Boom!

The bombshell plan made Torregia's hand tremble. This was no joke. If this were to happen, it would cause a major earthquake regardless of who won or lost!

If the Land of Light loses, the arrogance of the Dark Nebula will surge, and the frequency and nature of their invasions of innocent civilizations will increase dramatically.

If the Emperor Empire loses, will the Emperor aliens become enraged and start a full-scale war on the spot? No one can be sure about that.

Regardless of winning or losing, there is a high possibility that the outcome could be worse.

But... on the other hand, this kind of competition, which is open to the entire universe, carries the honor of the Land of Light under the gaze of the entire universe, and also requires constant vigilance and preparation for a full-scale war with the Emperor Empire. This pressure will undoubtedly have an excellent effect on Mebius and his team's growth!

This time, Torregia couldn't understand whether Belial was truly so bold or just enjoying the drama and had some other scheme in mind amidst this powerful suggestion.

Kasa was far less shocked than Tregear; apart from the captain, no one understood Belial's radicalism better than him.

But... surprisingly, Kasa didn't immediately refute this terrifying plan. Instead, he seemed to think it was feasible and began to consider it.

Chapter 24 Mr. Batman, help me!

"What makes you think that the Aliens of Empera would be willing to obediently do as we want?"

After pondering for a long time, Kasa slowly said, "The most suitable word for Alien Empera is perhaps 'dictator.' His subordinate, Alien Mefilas, the most intelligent of the Dark Four, has offered him the most suitable and appropriate plans many times, but he has rejected them all."

"He's not the kind of person who listens to others' arrangements. If it suits his wishes, that's fine, but if it doesn't, he won't listen to anything."

Belial proposed one strategy after another, but they were all refuted and nitpicked, seemingly because Kassa was deliberately being argumentative.

But Beria himself had no objection to this.

He knew very well that Kassadin was not one of those brainless Red Clan brats. He hadn't come to him expecting Belial to come up with a complete idea on his own, but rather he hoped to gain the most practical inspiration through sparring and communication with him.

Moreover, this kid was tempted—others might not be able to tell, but Belial could sense it. This kid, Kassaar, was definitely excited about this arena tournament. Otherwise, why wouldn't he just skip it and ask about the specifics instead?

Hehehe.

Kid, let's start your descent into the true hawk's frenzy right here!

“Because this is a plan that suits the wishes of Alien Empera.” Belial said with a sneer. “He is a dictator, but he is a dictator who appreciates power. The Dark Four Heavenly Kings? Hmph, laughable. Those trash, let alone four, even forty of them, would be insignificant to that bastard Empera.”

"But why did he still promote those four? Because he admired them, he liked them, and those four people had something he admired and liked."

“The Alien Emperor is a very contradictory person. On the one hand, he doesn’t care about anyone whose power is inferior to his—I can guarantee that even the Dark Four, who have been loyal to him for so many years, could be reduced to ashes on the spot if they do something that displeases him!”

"But on the other hand, he would also look at these ants to him, even favor and praise them, remember their names and contributions—this was by no means out of the pleasure of exercising the power of the emperor."

Listening to Belial's analysis of the Aliens Empera, Kassa nodded in agreement.

As for why Emperor Alien has this contradiction... perhaps it's because he sees his past self reflected in ants?

But no one knows whether this factor exists or what percentage it accounts for, because even if you ask the Alien Empera directly, you can't get the answer from him.

"There's still a problem," Kasa pondered. "Even if we can guarantee he'll enjoy the match, how can we guarantee he won't get angry and start a big fight after losing? Or that he won't be overjoyed and think he has the victory in his grasp, and start another big fight?"

“It’s simple.” Belial chuckled, his tone dark and profound, like a demon tempting people to fall into hell. “Why not just agree on the punishment for the loser and the reward for the winner beforehand?”

"For example, if the Kingdom of Light is ultimately the loser, it will designate a star field or galaxy, and the Kingdom of Light will no longer interfere there. Do you think the Emperor Empire would be tempted?"

"this?!"

hiss!

Tregear trembled. Wasn't this implying that the Kingdom of Light should sit idly by and watch a fixed star field suffer, and would never intervene or offer any assistance even if that innocent star field was invaded by the Dark Nebula?

"This is absolutely impossible!" Torregia shouted instinctively. "What kind of justice is this?!"

"Look, he's in such a hurry again!" Belial clicked his tongue. "This kid just can't hold his temper. It's not like we can only cede this kind of benefit. You can choose something else. For example, how many Ultramen does the Land of Light have to give to Emperor to mine after it loses a certain number of battles?"

"Any prize that can tempt that guy Empera is fine, right?"

“This…” Tregear frowned. To outsiders, Ultraman might not have this kind of expression, but they actually have this kind of mentality. Although it is not shown on their faces, this feeling will be expressed.

Believe it or not, if you sent a few Ultramen to Alien Empera to mine, Alien Empera would probably be instantly smitten.

But how can that be?

If they died fighting to defend peace, that would be one thing, but sending their own people away to be disposed of in such a humiliating way, what kind of country is the Land of Light? And when that happens, won't the Alien Empera specifically name the captain's son, Taro?

"Instructor?" In his anxiety, Torregia looked at Instructor Kasa. There was only one person he could trust!

He used to think about things like Belial, chaos, light, and darkness, but now, after experiencing it firsthand, he understands that none of these metaphysical concepts matter.

There's only one important thing: to make sure that damn Belial never steps out of this super safe Ultra Prison, and preferably shuts up forever!

Kasa did not answer Toregia; he was deep in thought.

First of all, he didn't even think about or consider the nonsense about giving up real benefits that Bei Laohei mentioned, including the reputation of the Land of Light, which was not even considered as a sacrifice.

Justice is not something that cannot be compromised. If it is to save lives, many people in the Land of Light would choose to agree to the enemy's demands to give up resistance, become prisoners of the enemy, or even be killed on the spot by the enemy when they are threatened with hostages.

The people of the Land of Light are idealistic, but they can also be very practical when faced with the train problem; it's just that they always end up sacrificing themselves.

But that was only under duress.

To sacrifice himself to start a match? Then he wouldn't be Kassadin anymore; he'd truly become a second Belial.

Of course, Kasa also knew that Belial said this not just to see the Land of Light lose, but also because he believed that the Land of Light would definitely win, so it didn't matter what the prize was.

Despite Belial's constant insults towards the Land of Light, he looks down on everything in the Emperor's Empire except for the Emperor aliens themselves! At least in the Land of Light, besides the captain, there are Kassadin, Zoffy, and Hikari who are worthy of Belial's attention!

But no matter what, even if something is to be given as a prize for the competition, it must belong solely to the Land of Light, and must not involve personal safety or freedom, nor affect the reputation of the Land of Light!

What could possibly meet all these requirements while also holding weight with the Aliens of Empera?

Kasa racked his brains.

He was genuinely tempted and very interested in the proposal for the arena tournament.

As Kasa was thinking, he saw the messages in the chat group.

Chapter 25 Ultraman decisively defeats the supposedly invincible Batman.

【I am Batman】: "It's funny, actually."

【I am Batman】: "Did you know? Last year, a skinny guy named Oswald suddenly came to me, specifically asking me to remove the signboard and name of one of my Lexcorp's subsidiaries."

[I am Bestman]: "Later, when I checked, I found out that the branch company was making home technology products. The president and general manager there were so conscientious. They never engaged in scarcity marketing with any of their products, and their pricing was very reasonable. They also put any technological advancements into use immediately without hiding anything."

【I am Batman】: "As it turns out, that skinny guy also happens to be in this business. He prices his products too high, likes to use scarcity marketing, and keeps things to himself. He can split a small technological advancement into ten new versions to sell."

[I am Batman]: "This comparison caused his sales to drop every day, and our company even made a sign praising itself and hung it at the company entrance, and also changed the company name, haha."

【I am Batman】: "Oswald was unhappy and felt humiliated. He wanted to have a short-term sales competition with my branch. If we lost, we would have to take down the sign and change the company name back."

[Coward]: "Huh? How dare he? He only lost his temper because his sales weren't as good as Mr. Luther's, right? Isn't he just humiliating himself?"

[Dead Fish Eyes]: "I don't think it will work. Since he dares to do this, he must think he has a chance of winning."

【I am Batman】: "Yaman guessed right - it's our branch office that lost."

[Coward]: "Huh? What's going on?"

【I am Batman】: "It's very simple. During the competition, all Oswald products are 50% off, half price. My company thinks that with all the good reputation we've built up, consumers will still prefer our products, right? Besides, the prices are based on low profit and high volume, so we didn't offer any discounts."

[I am Batman]: "Then, unsurprisingly, the final sales were less than one-tenth of Oswald's."

[Coward]: "This..."

[Dead Fish Eyes]: "Sigh, that's what humans are like."

Very good, excellent!

Bruce accepted the freshly made, aromatic coffee from Alfred, and a moment of contentment appeared on his face. Even his seemingly normal, elegant sitting posture, which was actually a posture designed to maintain the effects of exercise, relaxed for a fleeting instant.