Chapter 99
Jealousy
Chapter 99 Jealousy
Faced with this shocking scene, everyone who was preparing to fight again stopped in their tracks.
"Is this even human?" Zu Jiming was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
"They survived!"
However, Mu Yingting and the others didn't care at all why Gojo Satoru was so strong.
All they knew was that they had survived a frenzied attack by an entire tribe of demons!
Not everyone was happy; the scheming Zujiming began to feel jealous.
He believed that someone must have been giving him special treatment.
They were all the pride of their country, representing their nation in a dazzling and spectacular magical competition.
Why is it that Gojo Satoru gets special treatment while they only get a small share of resources and have to take huge risks to explore various ruins?
The rest of the people were still glad they had survived, as for being jealous of Gojo Satoru?
There's no need for that at all. If it's just a small gap, we can use resources to catch up.
However, Gojo Satoru's strength clearly surpassed that of a high-level mage, while they were only at the high level. What is the point of comparing them?
To knowingly do something impossible is simply asking for trouble.
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru returned to the barrier. His black clothes were somewhat torn, his white hair was disheveled, and blood was still flowing from his eyes.
It's still a bit of a stretch; the burden of operating all six lights at full power is still quite significant for him given his current injury.
Moreover, it requires a more refined transformation of the virtual form - 茈.
"Wu, how is it?" Mo Fan walked up to Wu Tiao Wu and asked him.
"Are you injured?" asked Nan Rongni, another healing mage in the group.
"It's nothing, it's just an old injury," Gojo Satoru said, waving his hand.
"Wu, you're really awesome! You killed almost an entire tribe all by yourself!" Zhao Manyan said excitedly.
He thought he was going to die this time, but unexpectedly, his elder brother stepped forward again. He was truly lucky to have survived a disaster!
"Yes, yes, we owe you so much this time!" Jiang Yu was also very grateful.
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After resting for a while, the group, still seething with anger, returned to the castle gates.
"You...you're still alive??" General Mott and his staff were dumbfounded when they received the news.
Ten thousand strange birds! These young mages weren't torn to pieces. Instead, they all returned without any injuries, except for looking a little tired.
"You've really disappointed me!" Ai Jiangtu said with a cold snort.
Ai Jiangtu, who was usually indifferent to joy or anger, was extremely angry this time. So they deserved to die?
Seeing that they were still alive, why did they act like it was wrong?
"Your position is in jeopardy. Get ready to be punished!" Jiang Shaoxu said coldly.
Mote couldn't help but laugh when he heard this threat from the girl from the East.
"Do you consider this your own country? I know you have powerful connections, but don't forget, this is Milu, not your China!" Mott said with a stern face.
"Even if you cross the entire Pacific Ocean, you'll still pay the price!" Nan Jue said without any politeness.
Everyone in the National Government team has some kind of background, even the grassroots Mo Fan and the mysterious Gotō Sō.
Nan Jue's words were not an exaggeration at all, after all, he was just a city-guarding general.
However, Gojo Satoru had lost interest in watching this drama any longer.
He said goodbye to Mo Fan and then left to find a place outside to make an international call to the elderly people and tell them about the unexpected incident.
"What did you say?!"
The old man on the other end of the phone asked incredulously.
"Uh, well, the National Guard was being chased by a tribe of demons yesterday, so I had no choice but to forcibly squeeze resources to recover..." Gojo Satoru replied.
He was clearly feeling guilty when he said that, and he kept scratching his head.
"Bullshit, a tribe only has a little over 100,000 demons. If you take people away, what can they use to stop you?" The person on the other end of the phone didn't believe it at all.
"Old man Han Ji, when did you start swearing like that Zhu Meng?" Gotiao Wu tried to change the subject.
The elderly man on the other end of the phone was Han Ji, the president of the Ancient Capital Bell Tower Magicians Association.
"Don't try to change the subject, kid. Tell me what happened. You're injured. We old guys sent you to the National Tournament to help you recover and maybe even win a championship, not to make your injury worse," Han Ji said seriously.
"Okay, here's what happened..." Gojo Satoru recounted the whole story from beginning to end.
After hearing Gojo Satoru's account, Han Ji was furious and said, "He's utterly incompetent! He doesn't even have the backbone to protect lawfully entering citizens!"
"I'll contact the person in charge of international affairs right now and make sure that incompetent bastard is stripped of his uniform!"
"That's impressive, old man Han," Gojo Satoru exclaimed in admiration.
"Hmph, brat, you've got a lot on your plate. Anyway, you won't be getting anything anytime soon, so you'd better figure it out yourself."
After saying that, Han Ji hung up the phone.
"It's just some resources, why get so worked up?" Gojo Satoru muttered.
If Han Ji heard this, he would definitely curse Gojo Satoru again.
These few resources? They were obtained by using a lot of connections and some extremely valuable items, just to acquire a few things that could repair the soul.
All of these combined are enough to take an ordinary person from the beginner level to the super level!
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Soon, Gojo Satoru returned to the academy with some snacks in his pocket, and then found Mo Fan and the others without any obstacles.
They saw the group talking to the man named Osto about something when Zujimin suddenly shouted,
"Are you kidding me? We have to go inside again?"
"We can't not go, otherwise the trouble will be even bigger next time. Believe me, this will definitely not be the last time," Osto said to them very seriously.
"Old Ai, can you deploy those soldiers guarding the mine?" Nan Jue asked.
"Can."
"No, no, no, you'd better not ask for help from others. Nazca is a forbidden area. If you let an army into there, Nazca will only summon a larger tribe and wipe you out on its territory."
"As I just said, you have more than a week. If you can obtain Nazca's forgiveness there, you can escape this endless misfortune..."
Hearing such a terrifying possibility, Mo Fan and the others finally decided to give it a try, but some chose not to believe it, though they were ultimately in the minority.
After all, if Osto wasn't lying, the next wave would have at least several hundred thousand!
Those were demons from several tribes; even the Chinese people suffered casualties.
"You guys go ahead, I need to calm down," Gojo Satoru said, shaking his head.
"Alright." Mo Fan and the others didn't insist.
Going to Nazca is just to find a way to get rid of the situation of being chased by the monster bird; there's no need to fight.
Afterwards, Gojo Satoru left alone again, wanting to find a place to spend the next few days.
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(End of this chapter)