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620  The Blinded Principal

The revelation of Khanok astounded Pridgeon. But he kept quiet. He had learned of the history before the wars that occurred in Aragar. He knew what had occurred even when the planet was still called New Babel.

By this, Pridgeon could already name the Earthling that appeared.

Alexander was excited. His incarnation, known as "Lanterk," now had hoped to surpass the rest.

"I'll tell you the truth, Pridgeon; my other incarnations had already told me my future. Well, our future. The truth is, we are fated to die." Alexander revealed.

"Die?"

"Yes. As it stands, Principal Dormin would be the ultimate winner. All Presiders who fight here, including the Earthlings, are doomed to die. My other incarnations have lost a battle against Dormin for all his advantages. We cannot arrive until he devours all who remain here."

Pridgeon's expression turned serious.

"I see... So that's how it is... I'm still not strong enough. But I guess this was expected if I fight against someone who sees the future."

"And now that future is shaken. Pridgeon. We have a shot at changing the future that the Principal saw! From here out, we will Conquer on our own. But, so that I will Conquer, I will tell you one piece of advice that you could heed to break free from the chain of events that Principal Dormin saw."

"And what's that?"

"With his vision of the future blocked, it means anything we do base on this knowledge can greatly affect our future. The Principal is strong and should have seen numerous futures and possibilities. The Fifth dimension does not offer one future, but the possibilities of futures guided by another power known as Destiny with its fixed point. But now that it's gone, we can change this future and cancel out everything he saw. And to do that, break free from all that is expected that you should do."

"Break free? How?"

"Do something you would never do. As for me, I will offer an olive branch and make trade deals with the Earthlings! Think big, think small. Make whatever actions you think won't ever happen. When the Principal arrives with his Orbital and sees Earth vastly different than he envisioned, he will grow cautious and tense. This may reveal his weakness! I leave that wisdom to you, Pridgeon. Do what you think is best to escape it. Know that more than a hundred, maybe even a thousand, the possibility of your future has been seen!"

Alexander spoke, and he was no more as his figure began to warp out. All that remained was a metal statue of himself.

Pridgeon was startled and began to think.

He needed to do something very different, and whatever he should do must create a rippling effect to his benefit!

"The best thing I can do is do something that will shock the Principal even more. If he sees me act outside his vision, things will change. The Presiders of Earth must have sent this message from the Orbital, and for some reason, it was not blocked or hindered. This means they have some protection or have snuck in from the orbital and are difficult to find. If this is the case, I could use Earth's devices to send a signal which the Orbital would receive, and everyone would see it..." Pridgeon calculated.

"Lanterk would risk trusting these Earthlings even after such great losses we faced. But I would not dare to do it! And there is... that man! That man who I have found to be the source of my many problems! The one that led me by my nose! I know he is there in the Orbital! His skills of trickery, deceit, and lies will surely cause chaos there! Then I will tell them all of his presence! Lowengren! I'll pay you back for sending me on that wild goose chase and pretending to be that demon!" Pridgeon raged. He had already gathered plenty of information as the revelation of Seeker and the rest of the Lost Primordial's army occurred.

"Then it's time to pay back! But... I must make Principal Dormin even more worried! If he sees me, who is from Earth, do something far beyond his expectations, then he might grow restless! Lowengren! This is my time to give you my revenge!" Pridgeon vowed.

Meanwhile, on the moon, the gathering of the Unlocked army's strongest teams was once more in place. The summit was to decide and add new rankings to the Overcomers, World Champions, and Ranked Heroes, as well as for each army to ask for Charles to grant certain members drugs that could further increase the stage or level of the Unlocked.

The only ones who were not in attendance were Alean and Zeraphine.

Techs were also being discussed as to what weapon would be needed to be crafted for the building of equipment that would be granted to members who were worthy.

Vender's daughter became the youngest person to reveal a Ranked Hero's capability. Though she was at the lowest level and was not officially recorded to the Ranked Heroes, she was already being trained by Ranked Heroes and even Overcomers.

But this meeting was paused as Arthur met with the leaders and listened to the broadcast sent by Vender.

"So... yeah. I guess that's it. I really don't know what else to say. To Arthur? Um... I don't know what to say to him. Can we just... cut this off?" The transmission ended.

"What happened to Vender?!" Richie shouted in surprise.

"His Path... it was gone!"

"That's possible?! Our Paths can be removed?" Rosa frowned.

Lioncourt was also amazed.

"This is bizarre! But based on this transmission, only Vender was affected. Otherwise, they would have made Vender say there are 'two more' or something..." Nogard added.

"It means that Vender must have been caught in some attack... This is dangerous. But I'm sure the Principal is in charge."

Arthur suddenly glanced at the space above.

"Strange. The math is changing. Something's coming." Arthur stood up, and so did the rest.

A strange portal opened over the moon, and Lanterk appeared carrying a white flag. He didn't have his throne.

"Hey! That's Lanterk!" Danny identified the man.

"Let's go see what he wants then." Richie quickly moved.

The strongest of the Unlocked army paraded itself against the lone Alexander.

"What brings you here to our little gathering? I hope you're not too dumb to think that you can attack us and win so easily?" Richie's voice boomed out and reached Alexander.

"No. I am here to ask to trade with you and offer congratulations." Alexander smiled.

Everyone was quiet.

"What do you want to trade?" Arthur asked.

"Oh? It seems you have very little idea as to what is truly going on up there. Trade with me, and I'll tell you more!" Alexander smiled.

"What do you want to trade?"

"Technology, of course. I won't even ask for what is your own. The techs and information of you acquired from other Presiders will do."

"...Fine. We accept. But you have to be the first to give-"

"Your allies have finally managed to blind the Principals. Principals can see the future and a wide range of possibilities, and your friend blinded him. I'm very happy about this. Hence, I came here to celebrate and tell you." Before Lioncourt could negotiate, Alexander already spoke.

Arthur was quiet and did not reveal his face. Yet this information surprised Arthur. He had easily predicted that his enemies could see the future. But blinding them would greatly increase their chances of winning!

"Because of your allies there, the Principal is blind! And so, here I am doing what I would not have done in whatever future Principal Dormin did. And maybe, if in his blindness, our trade works out great; I could survive him. Surely, someone among you would have the ability to see the future somewhat? You have bested even Garenjazz and me. I'm sure one or a few among you can see the future."

Everyone was quiet. They had Arthur and Alean with them, who did what Alexander accused them of!

"Of course, if you refuse the trade, you endanger yourself. For whatever you have now and whatever you may be, the Principal has seen through it all and would surely have measures against it. My information has already changed you, but will that be enough? Trade with me and give me something equal to what I revealed, and our two teams will surpass the vision of Principal Dormin."

"We accept the trade. We will offer some of the findings we acquired in our infiltration and what we stole from them. And we will also offer a few pieces of information given to us by the Lost Primordial. But I have to ask what you want."

"A sample of a werewolf's blood. And I mean that man who is the alpha and father of all."

"No. Metal werewolves are things that I don't want to fight up against." Arthur rejected it.

"Don't lie to me. I know that these wolves are controlled by the wolf. If I were to create metal werewolves with this, won't they be under his control? I plan to use it against other Presiders."

"..." Arthur glanced at Amir.

"Do it. I have control over them, as he said."

Arthur agreed.

"What else do you want to trade with me?

But at that moment, a strange broadcast was detected, and everyone could see it.

"Ah... Is that the plan you have set, Pridgeon? I guess that's a good plan." Alexander smiled. But then his smile froze as he saw the broadcast.

"WHAT THE FRAGMENT?!"