Primordial Sin System



Chapter 399 - Royal Clan

The Royal Clan is the most active clan, holding the greatest responsibility for managing the entire Immortal Plane.

They exert their influence over numerous domains and planets, and their nature remains shrouded in mystery.

None dare to provoke this clan, and many believe it to be the strongest of all.

The Royal Clan also serves as the guardians of the mortal plane, utilizing their amassed treasures to facilitate passage into the mortal world.

Yet, the reason behind their dedication to these responsibilities, even if it requires substantial wealth to sustain the portal, remains unknown.

The place appears alive, adorned with numerous decorations in houses and along the streets.

The Royal Clan's goal is to create a better environment for everyone, and the clan's inhabitants proudly demonstrate their progress toward achieving this aim.

Here, everyone exudes an air of carefreeness and happiness. Individuals from various clans and domains are rushing to join the Royal Clan, drawn by the upcoming genius tournament.

There exists a chance that they might attract the attention of a powerful figure or even the emperor himself.

Speaking of the emperor, his strength is unparalleled, and although he seldom makes appearances, he is a constant presence at the genius tournament.

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In the Royal Arena,

The expanse was vast and majestic, with the capacity to accommodate millions of people.

Numerous screens were strategically placed, ensuring everyone could witness every unfolding moment within the arena.

Millions of attendees buzzed with excitement for the event, and a contingent of royal guards diligently maintained order.

These guards were all formidable, benefiting from the clan's esteemed reputation, which made their task of maintaining peace a simple one. No one dared to challenge the authority of the Royal Clan.

Even in the shadows, vigilant ancestors stood watch, safeguarding the well-being of the attending geniuses.

The Royal Clan was renowned for its affinity for nurturing exceptional talents.

Countless youths had received invitations to join their academy, and those who graduated from its halls went on to achieve fame in numerous domains.

Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

Some attendees had arrived a week earlier, understanding that the lines would be considerably longer if they delayed their arrival.

A floating stage held a few select seats, universally recognized as reserved for special guests of the clan and representatives from other prominent clans.

This was also where the emperor would sit, engaging with others while spectating the battles.

The tournament surpassed mere displays of battling skills; it also assessed contestants' speed, comprehension of techniques, and critical thinking abilities.

Many powerful powerhouses are already sitting on the platform, and every one of them is a True Saint.

The 9 clans, including the Royal Clan, have sent their geniuses, and the True Saint powerhouses are accompanying them here.

The top clans can send their 5 geniuses, and they don't need to line up to register like those who come from humble clans.

Even the Fang Clan, which suffered a huge loss from the demonic sect and Dave's hands, has sent their geniuses, and the one leading them is their 4th ancestor, Lilia.

She doesn't look well because she feels the sneers of some people near her, but she endures it as she is in the domain of the Royal Clan.

Causing trouble here would be akin to slapping the face of the emperor of the royal clan.

The Buddhist Clan has also sent their ancestor, who appears amiable, but many hate this old monk due to his tarnished reputation.

The Irish Clan has also sent their True Saint powerhouse, their Grand Elder, and their holy daughter Venice is leading their group.

On the other hand, the Fritz Clan is being led by the Patriarch himself, Francis Fritz, and his daughter Freida.

Both are sitting next to each other, and many dare not question why Freida is also there, even though she is not a True Saint Powerhouse.

There is a rumor that she possesses qualities of such a figure.

Freida wanted to join the tournament, but she didn't expect that after absorbing some of the memories of Megicula and learning her skills, she would break through to the True Saint level.

She hides it from others. Since she cannot participate, the Patriarch decided to entrust the leadership to one of their geniuses, who is the same age as Freida.

His name is Cris Fritz, and he was the rival of Winston, who sent him a green hat as a gift before.

The Holy Clan has also sent their True Saint powerhouse and the Head of the Paladin, who was also present at Matilda's birthday. They still need to ensure the safety of their geniuses.

The Tang Clan patriarch is also present, and he is known to have some friendship with the emperor.

On the other hand, the Ancient Alchemy Clan didn't send their geniuses, but they still sent their representative as a form of respect to the clan.

Their clan focuses on alchemy, and while they are weak in fighting, their wide connections make others fear them.

Additionally, even though they are not proficient in sparring, they excel in killing and using poison, which makes many fears fighting them.

The Alexander Clan also dispatched a man who appeared to be a beggar, carefreely indulging in his drink.

Many were unfamiliar with him, seeing him for the first time, yet he was the one leading the 5 geniuses of the clan.

The Alexander Clan's focus was not on rewards, for their matriarch simply desired their geniuses to refine their combat skills, ensuring their safety at all times.

The man, bearing a beggar-like appearance, made others feel uneasy due to his unrestrained aura, sending a chilling sensation through their hearts.

"The Alexander Clan is truly formidable," murmured some clans, their curiosity piqued about his identity.

However, he paid no attention to anyone, remaining reticent.

Dum Dum!

Suddenly, the resonating sound of drums and trumpets filled the air, instantly silencing the crowd.

An announcement echoed, igniting cheers from the people of the royal clan, who shouted in unison,

"Long live the emperor!

Long live the emperor!

Long live the emperor!"

The reverberating chant was almost painful to the ears, revealing the immense respect the emperor commanded.

A striking man in his thirties, exuding a robust, muscular presence akin to that of a True Saint, entered the scene.

His dark blue eyes emitted a cold aura that paradoxically brought a sense of security.

His name was Warren Royal, and his title is "Warlord" due to his fierce power.

Behind him was Wendy, who looked beautiful in her blue dress. Additionally, there were royal princesses and princes behind her, watching the show as well. Everyone in the royal family is required to attend.

Everyone floated and went onto the floating platform above.

The other True Saints greeted the emperor with respect, and some even flattered him.

The emperor noticed that someone didn't bother to greet him, and his eyes became serious upon seeing him.

"Andrei the drunkard, I didn't expect that you were still alive."