System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 983 - 369: "Better to Be a Big Fish in a Small Pond Than a Small Fish in a Big Pond

Chapter 983: Chapter 369: "Better to Be a Big Fish in a Small Pond Than a Small Fish in a Big Pond

"..."

Chen Mang lowered his head to look at the image on the tablet Ai handed over. One Wormhole entrance after another was opening up near "Qiushan Star," and the entrances came from dozens of different star systems belonging to the "Rough Civilization."

The commotion...

seemed even bigger than he’d imagined.

He stayed silent, rapidly turning things over in his mind.

The plan had been thrown off a bit. He hadn’t thought a single arrow would cause this much impact. He just wanted to test the arrow, originally planning to observe the internal situation of the "Rough Civilization" from the shadows, then make a move.

Judging from the current situation, he might have to move ahead of schedule.

"You guys go back to the train first."

He turned his head to glance at Biaozi and the others behind him. Aside from Ai staying, the others all went back. Ai was a robot, so he didn’t need to worry about her dying, and he had the Hell Set, so he wasn’t worried about what these people could do to him.

Theoretically speaking.

Old Pig possessed the Divine Race’s absolute immortality talent, so he didn’t need to worry either, but Chen Mang had once killed a member of the Divine Race. That kind of absolute immortality was the real deal, so it was better to be cautious. For all he knew, the Rough Civilization might also be holding onto a strand of hair.

The next moment—

countless meteors streaked swiftly across the sky.

Those were the exhaust trails formed by countless powerhouses flying at high speed. Right after, dozens of people holding detectors rushed to the sky above this weapon shop, their eyes locked firmly on Chen Mang standing at the shop entrance, their gazes full of scrutiny.

Since he was already exposed,

Chen Mang stopped pretending. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Time to just lay the cards on the table.

Leaning on his cane at the shop door, he calmly stared straight ahead, patiently waiting, while Ai stood one step to his diagonal side.

The owner of this "Zhihao Weapon Shop" could no longer control himself. Eyes full of disbelief, he dropped to his knees at the shop entrance, his voice trembling as he said, "Elder Changsheng... Sixteenth Elder... Elder Leise..."

"The Elder Council of the ’Rough Civilization’ has all come."

"These are people you normally only ever see on the news!"

The Rough Civilization currently had no "Holy Arrow" in place, so all power belonged to the "Elder Council." These people might not be the very strongest of the current Rough Civilization, but they were absolutely at the peak of authority.

Soon—

everyone had arrived.

A total of 91 people.

The Elder Council of the Rough Civilization, not one missing, all gathered here.

...

At the head of this group of elders was an old man with gray at his temples; he looked to be the Grand Elder. This broad-shouldered, barrel-chested elder with graying temples landed from the sky, stared at Chen Mang for a while, and then rasped,

"You are not of the ’Star Arrow Race.’ You are of the Human Race."

"Why are you able to shoot that arrow?"

"I got lucky."

Chen Mang replied casually. Looking at it now, that level-500 bread was stronger than he’d imagined. It didn’t just grant a random racial talent; it also made that racial talent manifest at the very highest possible level of strength.

"Got lucky?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. "Luck alone cannot let a normal body draw a blue-grade level-50 longbow and loose a ’Star Arrow.’ Would you be willing to come back with me to participate in the ’Holy Arrow’ assessment?"

"So long as you pass,"

"from then on you will be the Holy Arrow of the ’Rough Civilization,’ and also the sole leader of the Rough Civilization."

"Tsk."

Chen Mang suddenly laughed, tilting his head to look at the old man. "You think I’m three years old? Why don’t you just say straight out that you want to drag me back for research and be done with it. If I refuse you, are you planning to use force?"

"No."

The old man shook his head. "I’m serious."

"..."

Chen Mang stared at the old man for a moment. Seeing that the other’s expression was indeed sincere and didn’t look like he was lying, his face slowly turned a bit odd. "You already know I’m Human Race, yet you still want me to take your ’Holy Arrow’ assessment and become the leader of your Rough Civilization?"

"Can the leader of a civilization really be someone not of that civilization?"

"Why not!"

The old man said gravely, "No matter what level of civilization you come from now, even if you come from a Divine-level Civilization, I believe the position of a Seventh-level Civilization’s leader is no small temptation."

"Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."

"Everyone understands that principle."

Chen Mang nodded lightly, then said softly again, "Pardon my bluntness, but the Holy Arrow not appearing is also a good thing for you, isn’t it? After all, power is currently entirely in the hands of you elders. Once the Holy Arrow appears, power will be concentrated again in the Holy Arrow’s hands."

"Maybe the Rough Civilization looks forward to the appearance of the Holy Arrow, but you people shouldn’t be hoping for the Holy Arrow to appear, right?"

As his words fell,

the dozens of elders glanced at each other, each seeing helplessness in the others’ eyes. The Grand Elder at their head especially let out a long sigh. "For you humans to think like this is perfectly normal."

"But in our Star Arrow Race, having power belong to the ’Holy Arrow’ is only natural."

"All of us hope for the Holy Arrow to appear and to pledge ourselves to him."

"Even if he is not of the Star Arrow Race."

"What I can tell you is that the ’Holy Arrow’ has extraordinary significance to the Star Arrow Race. He can directly raise the overall strength of the entire civilization. The Star Arrow Race is a rather special kind of race; we must have a ’spiritual backbone’ that everyone can wholeheartedly submit to, in order to..."

The Grand Elder hesitated for a moment, then still continued, "in order to unleash that one strike."

"The Rough Civilization possesses a total of 37 star systems, countless planets, countless people. Only one person can win the absolute allegiance of so many—namely, the ’Holy Arrow’ chosen through assessments in the Star Arrow Race’s generational legacy. No one else can make everyone wholeheartedly submit."