The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 980

Chapter 980 Only the Weak Beg for Fairness!
The logistics representative of the Mystic Realm survival competition's organizing committee received a direct refusal from Cyril.

He sternly warned the regional representatives involved, making it clear that if the committee agreed to help certain teams in exchange for selfish gains and mediated a deal with Dragon Soul, their authority would be immediately revoked.

Cyril emphasized that the committee had no right to intervene. The supplies Dragon Soul had obtained were legitimate and lawful. It was entirely up to them who they chose to share it with or not. The committee had no place in enforcing any moral obligation or striving for equality.

"This is a competition," Cyril said, his voice resolute. "There are winners and losers. How you solve your supply problems is your business. Teams can negotiate privately. But if the organizing committee intervenes, the nature of the competition changes."

The proposal from the 37 teams was swiftly vetoed by Cyril.

It was clear that their objections stemmed not from a concern for fairness, but from jealousy and dissatisfaction with Dragon Soul's overwhelming strength. They wanted to isolate Dragon Soul, using public pressure to weaken and contain them.

The organizing committee rejected their proposal but pointed out that the matter could still be addressed privately within the mystic realm.

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The connection between Area Three and Area Four was marked by a wide passage. All the teams that had made it this far gathered at the edge of the passage, near the mouth of a canyon.

Beyond the canyon lay the boundaries of Area Four.

Standing at the canyon's edge, they immediately felt the harsh climate within. The wind was so strong it could lift a person off the ground. The interior was pitch black, so dark that one couldn't even see their own hand in front of their face. The sight was a vast, endless black hole, from which the eerie sounds of wild beasts echoed.

This alone was enough to make many teams hesitant to proceed.

The commanders of the teams quickly received orders from their commander-in-chief. They were told clearly that the supply issue was something they could only resolve by negotiating directly with the commander of Dragon Soul Special Forces.

Upon receiving this news, the commanders of Scentialand, Crimsonland, Roselane, Duneward, and other teams gathered before Dragon Soul Special Forces.

"General Brooks," Mona of Scentialand began, "It is an honor to encounter Dragon Soul Special Forces, Sea Lion Force, and Tanqueria Special Forces in this region.

"We understand that only the strongest teams have made it this far.

"However, with the perilous environment ahead, our teams have almost depleted our energy supplies.

"We're critically low on resources, and without external aid, we won't make it through Area Four.

"So ... "

Gavin scoffed, his face unreadable. "So, you're asking Dragon Soul to give you some of our energy supplies to help you survive Area Four, right?"

Hammond Grind, commander of Crimsonland's team, nodded. "General Brooks, please don't misunderstand us. We're not like the Wild Wolf Special Forces or Crocodile Special Forces, trying to force you into sharing.

"We have no intention of taking your energy supplies by force."

Gavin sneered. "Even if you had the courage of a thousand tigers, do you think you'd dare to take from us?"

Hammond hastily tried to smooth things over. "General Brooks, we would never think of such a thing. We just want to borrow some of your energy to ensure we can pass through Area Four and secure a spot in the next round."

Freya's cold laughter rang out. "Why should we help you reach the next round?

"Remember, this is a competition, not a communal feast. We Dragon Soul have no obligation to carry you to the next stage."

But ... but you've already got plenty of energy! Isn't that selfish? The commander of Duneward, Briar, said irritably.