Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 42: Copying the Answer Key

Burlington looked toward the person who spoke. It was a tall, handsome young man dressed in expensive armor. He was not a member of the War Knights, but he stood close enough to be considered a core member.

His name was Andre Solren.

The scion of the Solren Clan, one of the Imperial’s oldest families, had joined the team when the War Knights assembled.

To be precise, Andre had joined of his own volition. He wanted to duel Duke Qinghui, and it just so happened the War Knights were also looking for Reiya, who was on Westheid’s team. So, it was a case of each getting what they wanted. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Sir Andre, do you have any... wait, you mean... the Solren Sword Saint?"

Burlington had been about to ask for his suggestion, but something suddenly occurred to him. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened as he spoke.

Andre smiled smugly. "That’s right, everyone. Don’t forget my family name."

The moment he spoke, understanding dawned on everyone in the hall.

The ancestor of the Solren Clan was one of the Heroes who emerged during the Great Exodus of Suffering. Before leading his people to safety, he was the leader of the Resistance Army active on the Kepal Plain.

In that ancient era belonging to the Dragon Race, mortals were like ants. Yet, the Solren Sword Saint was one of the few Transcendents who could ascend to the rank of Legend as a mere mortal. Long before the great slaughter began, he had been active for decades, organizing a Resistance Army with an iron will.

He even had his own base of operations, so when the Holy Tree called to him, Solren was able to lead tens of thousands of refugees across mountains and through treacherous wilderness to the land of the Radiant Holy Tree.

’The Trial’s mission is to save as many mortals as possible. We know of an ancient Hero who could accomplish this, so why not follow his example?’

"This is basically copying the answer key... No, this must be the proper way to clear the Trial!"

Burlington slammed his fist into his palm and said decisively.

In terms of pure strength, the few thousand Trial Takers were insignificant compared to the Demon Dragon Legion on the Kepal Plain—like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Logically, the Trial Takers could each rely on their own abilities to help as many refugees as possible survive and escape the realm. While this was certainly a viable solution to the Trial, it was utterly unremarkable and could hardly be considered an excellent performance.

And the Secret Realm Trial wasn’t an exam where just passing was enough. The proud and ambitious War Knights definitely wanted to achieve a result worthy of the Divine Ancestor’s praise; otherwise, this Trial would be a disgrace.

"I carry a keepsake passed down through the generations of the Solren Clan. As long as I can find my ancestor, I should be able to join his Resistance Army through our blood relation. We won’t have to start from scratch. We just need to do our best to assist our ancestor, and we can save as many refugees as possible."

Andre said confidently, "What’s more, I have a good idea of where our ancestor is right now. We can head over immediately. Once we’re all together, the power we’ll form won’t fear the Demon Dragon Legion in the slightest!"

Burlington clenched his fists and looked around. "Sir Andre is absolutely right. What about the rest of you? What do you think of this plan? The War Knight Order intends to follow Lord Solren."

"Seconded!"

"I also think this is the best way!"

"The sooner we gather, the better."

"There’s no reason to refuse."

"..."

The other Trial Taker teams also expressed their approval one after another. The proposal was quickly passed, and with Burlington’s final decision, the meeting’s focus soon shifted to how they would support Solren’s Resistance Army.

...

It wasn’t just the Trial Takers inside the Secret Realm; the spectators in the plaza also grew excited.

"Someone finally thought of it!"

"I knew it! The moment I saw the Land of Trial was the Kepal Plain, I figured someone would think of this."

"Although the Secret Realm Trial is open-ended, there’s always an optimal solution under a given set of conditions. Solren’s Resistance Army is clearly a choice that yields maximum results with minimum effort."

Prince Yaligong, who had been scowling ever since the Trial began, finally cheered up. He looked at Duke Solren, who was sitting not far away, and smiled.

"Leave it to the Solren Clan to have a home-field advantage. All the Trial Takers will be in your debt this time."

Duke Solren, who had an upright posture and a neat, graying beard, chuckled softly.

"Your Highness praises me too much. How could they be in our debt? We descendants are merely inheriting the glory of our ancestor. As for that rascal of mine, he at least remembered his ancestor’s deeds. Hmph. He’s lucky. If he messes this up, this old man will have a thing or two to say to him."

Yaligong nodded and continued watching the projected screen.

’My War Knights are joining Solren’s Resistance Army. At last, they can contend with Reiya’s squad and avoid being crushed by the Demon Dragon Legion. And in the long run, this is actually advantageous for my side!’

’After all, Scorching Wings is bound to realize it’s been deceived. When the enraged Legendary Demon Dragon returns, Reiya’s squad will be the ones facing the greatest pressure.’

’At that point, they’ll inevitably be eliminated without mercy. Meanwhile, my War Knights, having joined the Resistance Army, will be able to smoothly complete the refugee rescue mission under the command of an ancient Hero.’

’That bastard’s arrogance will only last for so long. The Legendary Demon Dragon will be hunting them down soon enough. They can put on all the flashy shows they want, but the key to the Trial is still completing the mission.’

’The odds of me getting to personally crush and slaughter them are low now, but I’m still in a much better mood. After all, everyone has seen Reiya’s squad’s heaven-defying moves. If they’re going to be eliminated, it definitely won’t be at the hands of another Trial Taker.’

’As a consolation, I just hope things don’t go too smoothly for Reiya in this Trial.’

"Duke Qinghui’s Trial is now on a countdown,"

the Shadow Flame Duke said slowly, leaning on his cane.

"The only thing to do now is strike while the iron is hot and use this time to achieve something that surpasses all others."

Luyetan also propped her chin on her hand, her eyes glued to the projected screen. "It does seem that way. Honestly, the first half of the Secret Realm Trials are usually so boring, but with Duke Qinghui participating, I can’t bear to miss a single exciting moment... It’ll be difficult, but I’m sure Duke Qinghui wouldn’t mind showing us a few more surprises."

Through their discussions and analysis, most of the spectators also understood the crucial point.

In the brief window while Scorching Wings was away, could Westheid’s squad truly play the trump card in their hand to achieve a satisfactory result?

One had to understand that possessing power was one thing, but how to use it was another entirely.

If it were a matter of commanding the Demon Dragon Legion to tear someone to pieces, that would be very simple; the Demon Dragons would never turn down an opportunity for destruction and slaughter.

But saving the populace? That was a bit more difficult. The people in the Secret Realm were not simple-minded puppets; they were real, living beings from a snapshot of history.

And even after obtaining status and power, one could not necessarily command the old and cunning Dragon Race at will.