My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 154

Chapter 154: The Only Way to Survive the Holy Feast

But was Crimson enough? Su Chen couldn’t help but wonder.

“It’s really Crimson talent,” Zhong Ming said in surprise, “I don’t know what his strength is.”

Feng Ze shook his head, “Talent has nothing to do with strength. Even at its best, it’s a Tier 4 top-tier profession. Special profession appointments don’t depend on talent. Looking at his age, he probably hasn’t had many appointments, so his strength at the same tier is probably just so-so.”

“Same tier?” Wei Yu Fan chuckled and said, “The Church doesn’t have any challenge arenas, and no one forces them to step onto the arena. They don’t discuss ‘same tier’ capabilities.”

Everyone’s expressions were subtle. Chong Jingtian was right in front, so no one said anything. They watched Wu Chenpei lead the people from Yuandu to express their condolences to Wei Yinsuo.

Besides Hong Xuan, there were a few others who looked very young, frequently glancing in their direction.

In the hall, almost everyone’s attention was focused on these people from Yuandu, discussing in low whispers.

After the condolences, Wu Chenpei sat with Chong Jingtian and a few others, while Hong Xuan and the others sat on the opposite side.

“I heard that this Judge was killed in the Tribunal,” one of them looked up at the giant black and white photo and said with a playful smile, “The Tribunal…”

“An Ming, watch your words,” another person frowned, “This is Ying Feng’s business.”

An Ming shrugged, “Just stating the facts. I heard the Tribunal has something fun called a challenge arena. Below Tier 5, it can suppress both sides to the same tier.”

“The previous few times, it was just minor skirmishes. Everyone’s levels were different, so no one took it seriously. But if they have this thing…”

Hong Xuan beside him said indifferently, “We are not here to cause trouble.”

An Ming chuckled and stopped talking.

The two sides were clearly divided. Although they observed each other, no one interacted.

After the condolences, due to insufficient elevator capacity, they had to leave in batches.

“Su Chen, have you been appointed as a Armored Bone Master?”

Downstairs, Ming Lin stopped Su Chen, with a constipated expression.

“What’s wrong?” Su Chen asked curiously.

“Getting beaten every day is too painful. I estimated that it would take nearly two years to meet the requirements.” Ming Lin was obviously tormented, but the professional requirements were strict. If he was even a little short, his abilities after appointment would be weakened.

“Me too, it’ll probably take longer than you.” Su Chen showed a sympathetic expression, and Ming Lin’s mood instantly improved.

He immediately wanted to pull Su Chen into a car to discuss key points of getting beaten.

“Aren’t you going back to the Tribunal?”

Ming Lin looked at Su Chen in surprise after being rejected.

“Mm.” Su Chen nodded, “Going to the Translation Department.”

“Tsk…” Ming Lin couldn’t help but envy, “If you get any secrets to appointment, don’t forget me.”

“Secrets to appointment?” Su Chen laughed, “If only something like that existed.”

The two bid farewell. Yesterday, as they got into the hovercar and looked at the people from Yuandu outside the window, they murmured, “Psionist…”

He wasn’t familiar with the people from Yuandu, so it would be difficult to inquire about their professions. Su Chen decided to go to the Translation Department and ask Old Sang for his opinion.

It was also a good opportunity to inquire about the other party’s actions. If they really wanted to see the stone slab, they would definitely have to go through Old Pu.

…

The people from Yuandu stayed at the guesthouse, and Ying Feng had specially prepared hovercars for their travel. However, Wu Chenpei stopped Chong Jingtian, “Chief doesn’t mind giving me a ride, does he?”

“Please, Divine Emissary.” Chong Jingtian was surprised, a thoughtful glint in his eyes, but he naturally wouldn’t refuse and invited the other party into his vehicle.

The black car body embroidered with gold patterns was quite heavy. The two sat in the back, and the space was very roomy. The driver was also a Mechanical Puppet.

Chong Jingtian was very direct, “Divine Emissary, what do you want to say to me?”

Wu Chenpei didn’t expect Chong Jingtian to be so direct, so he had to adjust his thoughts, his voice low, as if carrying sorrow:

“You must have noticed it too, the actions of the Demonic God Cultists are becoming more frequent. Our people once saw a giant statue thousands of meters tall floating in the wild.”

“The Holy Feast is about to begin, and the Demonic God will soon devour this planet.”

Chong Jingtian’s eyes moved, but he was not frightened. He said indifferently, “Aren’t you here to explain why the people of Yuandu appeared in Ying Feng’s subordinate city?”

“Because we are also investigating this matter,” Wu Chenpei said, but did not explain further. Instead, he said:

“Ten years ago, a spaceship fell from outside the sky, and three people survived. That’s when we learned of the existence of the Royal Court.”

“We wanted to join, but were rejected. If they accepted us, their cost of governance would be too high, unless there was something extremely valuable on this planet.”

“That Morning Star Tier profession, they weren’t sure if it existed, but under our joint concealment, they found nothing and left disappointed.”

“But now, everything they said back then has come true. The Holy Feast is imminent, and we only have one chance.”

“To ask the Royal Court for help and hand over that ruin.” Chong Jingtian’s voice was indifferent, as he turned his head to look at the constantly disappearing scenery outside the window, “To pin our hopes on others, if they get the most valuable thing, will they still pay the price to help us fight against the Demonic God?”

“No…” Wu Chenpei shook his head, denying Chong Jingtian’s guess, “What we’re handing over isn’t the Morning Star Tier profession, but the person chosen by spirit.”

“What do you mean?” Chong Jingtian turned his head, his brows furrowed.

Wu Chenpei said in a deep voice, “Hong Xuan has been carefully cultivated by us. His Crimson talent is perfect in every aspect. As long as he is recognized by that Morning Star Tier profession, we will have a way out.”

“Then, destroy all spiritual carriers, leaving only Hong Xuan. Those few people said that planets capable of producing Morning Star Tier professions are extremely rare, and Morning Star Tier individuals are also important figures in the Royal Court.”

“They have no other choice but to wholeheartedly cultivate Hong Xuan, and they will surely help us solve our troubles for the sake of the future Morning Star Tier.”

“This is your purpose, to take the opportunity to let Hong Xuan see that stone tablet?” Chong Jingtian’s face turned grim. Only then did he realize that Yuandu had planned this visit all along.

“Not taking advantage of the opportunity,” Wu Chenpei shook his head, “This is our only way to survive.”

“Only way to survive?” Chong Jingtian sneered, “You’ve been plotting for a long time, and only now are you telling me that this is for our sake? Do you think I’ll believe it?”

“In my opinion, this is even worse than directly sending the news to the Royal Court.”

“This is the best way,” Wu Chenpei sighed. “When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. With the Holy Feast about to begin, we have nowhere to escape. How could I harm you?”

“We have been preparing for this lifeline for a long time.”

“You already know what that profession is?” Chong Jingtian’s face was a little ugly, sensing the hidden meaning in the other party’s words.

Wu Chenpei was silent, and after a long time, he said, “Its name is the Red Flame Thunder God.”

Chong Jingtian was stunned, “Red Thunder Star? Red Thunder Lord? This profession, is it the deity you have been worshipping all this time?”

“We didn’t know before, we only found out later.” Wu Chenpei spoke vaguely, “Perhaps a distant ancestor learned a partial, incomplete name and then worshipped it as a deity, which has continued to this day.”

Chong Jingtian looked out the window, his expression cold. “You’ve hidden it well, but I refuse.” Wu Chenpei frowned, “Are you refusing, or is the Council of Elders refusing? You’re not someone who disregards the bigger picture, or do you simply not trust me?”

“Whose big picture?” Chong Jingtian retorted, “I don’t trust you, nor do I trust the Royal Court.”

“The Holy Feast’s success will only lead to the situation you describe. If we succeed in stopping it, it won’t happen.”

“Time is running out.” Wu Chenpei sighed. “You know in your heart that this is the only way.”

“Even if there’s only one way, it doesn’t have to be Hong Xuan,” Chong Jingtian said coldly. “Does that mean no one in Ying Feng can gain recognition?”

“You’ve had the stone tablet for thirty years, but have you gained anything?” Wu Chenpei emphasized, his tone gradually rising: “Only Hong Xuan. Crimson talent is only part of it. Every step we made him take was towards being recognized, even chosen.”

“No one in Yuandu is better than him, and no one in Ying Feng will be. There’s no one on this planet who is better, more suitable, or more perfect than him.”

“We’ve arrived,” Chong Jingtian said faintly.

Wu Chenpei got out of the car and watched the black hovercar drive away.

In the car, Chong Jingtian murmured, “Red Flame Thunder God, the chosen one…”

…

All the way to the Translation Department, but as soon as Su Chen arrived, he sensed something was wrong.

There were too many hovercars parked outside. He had been there so many times, but he had never seen so many hovercars in the parking lot.

“Tribute A0056, this is a reception car…” Su Chen got out of the car, glanced at the black hovercar license plate next to him, and pondered.

“Uncle Wang…” When he arrived at the Translation Department’s guard booth, Su Chen already had a bottle of wine in his storage space, put there at some unknown time.

The guards outside were meticulous, but the middle-aged man inside the room was smiling.

“Xiao Su ah…” Wang Jie was quite familiar with Su Chen, and skillfully took the wine he handed over, and couldn’t help but be surprised, “Jade Pot Spring, good stuff, you’re so generous.”

“Unfortunately, it’s duty time now.” He smacked his lips and put the wine away.

Su Chen then asked, “The Translation Department is quite lively today?”

“You’re a sharp one, kid…” Wang Jie nodded, “See those cars outside? They’re all from the reception desk. A lot of people from Yuandu came today.”

Confirming his guess, Su Chen still didn’t understand, “What are they doing at the Translation Department?”

“What are they doing? Showing off, of course.” Wang Jie snorted coldly, “Whenever people from Yuandu come, they always make a trip to the Translation Department, saying it’s for exchange and learning, but it’s actually just a covert rivalry.”

“I remember the last time they came was three years ago.” A hint of anger appeared in Wang Jie’s eyes as he pointed out the window: “They actually just parked their cars right there, blocking the door.”

“At that time, I was just a squad leader, and I almost couldn’t hold back.”

Su Chen turned his head to look. That place was directly facing the entrance of the Translation Department.

“Blocking the door? That’s quite something.” Su Chen was surprised, “They’ve already stopped fighting, and they’re still doing this?”

“It’s only been ten years since the war ended. How can hatred be eliminated so easily? The four cities exchange, whether we go or they come, it’s always quiet and low-key.” Wang Jie shook his head, then he looked around like a thief and whispered,

“However, it’s also because the old professors inside are incompetent. They just can’t decipher the Holy Word Stone that they brought, there’s nothing they can do.”

Su Chen raised an eyebrow. Can’t decipher it, is it true or false? Are they that bad?

Wang Jie spoke vaguely, after all, he was only responsible for guarding, and many things were hearsay. After chatting with him for a while, Su Chen entered the Translation Department.

It was noticeably quieter today, with far fewer staff walking the internal corridors.

He went to Old Sang’s experimental building, searched around, but found no one. From his work assistant, he learned that everyone had gone to the conference hall.

“The people from Yuandu are coming in aggressively, and all the professors have gone.”

Old Sang’s work assistant, named Fang Xinghan, was already considered half a student. Su Chen was quite familiar with him and asked about the specific situation.

“What else could it be?” Fang Xinghan forced a smile. “It’s the same as before. They brought a Holy Word Stone and want to gamble with us.”

“Gambling on what?” Su Chen couldn’t help but be curious.

“This time, it’s probably the Saint…” Fang Xinghan mused in response.

Su Chen’s heart skipped a beat, “Have they gambled before? What profession was it?”

Fang Xinghan pondered, “Last time it was the Wiseman. Originally, this profession was kept secret within the Translation Department. It was only after discovering the second profession with similar scholarly abilities that they thought there might be a connection. After losing to the other party, they simply made it public.”

“What about their chips?” Su Chen had a vague guess in his mind.

“What else could it be? It’s always the Psionist. Everyone thinks there’s a connection between these professions, but no one can find it.” Fang Xinghan said helplessly,

“And I don’t know where they got the Holy Word Stone from last time. Several professors working together couldn’t decipher what profession it was for nearly half a year.”

“That’s outrageous?” Su Chen was quite surprised. The Sang Hanhai he knew, and Qin Qiyuan, both seemed quite capable, yet they lost so badly.

“Old Pu didn’t come out?” Su Chen couldn’t help but ask.

“Last time, Old Pu wasn’t at the Tribunal.” Fang Xinghan explained, with a hint of expectation, “But this time, with Old Pu here, Yuandu is bound to return in defeat.”

Isn’t this my area of expertise? Old Sang didn’t even mention it to me.

Su Chen was puzzled and thanked him. He was about to go and see what was going on.

But Fang Xinghan stopped him, pulling Su Chen into the lounge and shaking his head, “You shouldn’t go. Deciphering the Holy Word Stone is a long-term job. If there’s a real gamble, you’ll definitely see it.”

“Regarding your matter, we’ve all signed confidentiality agreements. Old Sang probably doesn’t want you to be exposed.”

He knew Su Chen was a Divinely Inspired Translator, but each resonance required a long interval, and it was impossible to decipher it on the spot.

“Oh, I see…” Only then did Su Chen understand why Old Sang hadn’t mentioned it to him.

However, since it concerned the Psionist he had been longing for, how could Su Chen not go? He immediately said, “Don’t worry, I’m just going to watch the excitement.”

Fang Xinghan hesitated, but he was only a work assistant, and he couldn’t stop Su Chen from going.

He left the experimental building and headed straight for the direction Fang Xinghan had indicated.

…

The conference hall, normally where the Translation Department held meetings, was filled with tension today. The long metal table was packed with people on both sides.

Sang Hanhai, Qin Qiyuan, and others stood on the left, their faces cold and grim.

On the right were a group of red-robed figures, led by a man with a slight mustache and a smiling face, with a glittering Holy Word Stone placed before him.

(End of this chapter)