“However, the biggest problem now is that I’ve used both my Apostle slots. I can’t create a new apostle…”
Zhou Jing looked at the information on the interface and felt a headache coming on.
The upper limit of the Apostle slot was Eternal Apostle +1. Thus, he could only have two Apostle slots now.
As for these two slots, they were occupied by Jason and Bill respectively. They were both thrown into the Mutant World where the connection was severed to set up operations… Unless one of them died, there was no way to create a new Astral Apostle.
However, these two were really f*cking alive. They were still standing strong even now!
According to the introduction of the science course, after the connection between the astral realms was broken, the flow of time would change. It might become faster or slower.
Since the two apostles were still alive, it meant that the flow of time in the Mutant World should not have changed too quickly. It was probably not like when a day was equivalent to a month.
The only thing Zhou Jing could do now was to consume an Eternal Apostle’s rebirth chance to retrieve Jason.
As for Bill, this reckless thing, he had yet to transform into an Eternal Apostle. Zhou Jing could only wait for him to die.
“Do I really have to recycle Jason? It feels like a loss…”
Zhou Jing scratched his head.
The Eternal Apostle did not have an upper limit for benefits, thus he could actually leave it to earn as much as he wanted. However, it definitely could not compare to the prospects of exploring the new Astral Realm.
Therefore, one of the Apostle slots had to be empty. This was a given.
However, compared to taking the initiative to retrieve Jason, Bill’s sudden death was more profitable.
After all, Bill had yet to complete the clearance score settlement. There was an upper limit to the benefits of placing it. After reaching the upper limit, the longer he placed it, the more resources would technically be wasted.
Moreover, with Bill’s sorcery aptitude, he could at most unlock the Gale Spirit to the third level. No matter how hard he trained, he could not break through the limit. This was his growth limit.
If he were to leave Bill under long-term placement, he could allow him to obtain a better clearance score evaluation, but it was not suitable for him to keep occupying this apostle slot.
Therefore, Zhou Jing did not want Bill to continue living at all. He only hoped that he would die early.
“Sigh, Bill, what are you doing? When can you die…”
Zhou Jing scratched his head helplessly.
…
Mutant Beast World.
Terra Calendar, Year 48.
Ever since the various tribes became independent a few years ago, the Empire’s royal family had been attacked from both sides several times. Their crusade was fruitless, and the huge Terra Empire seemed to have fallen apart overnight.
The various tribes divided their territories. The originally unified empire territory was divided into more than ten separate tribal autonomous territories.
The Terra Empire was not destroyed, but rather retreated to the scope of Tarn City and the surrounding cities, silently licking their wounds.
For some reason, the other tribes did not pursue further. They tacitly agreed to the current power structure and rested.
The flames of war stopped, as if everything had returned to calm.
However, anyone with a discerning eye would know that this was only a temporary peace. The royal family would not let the matter rest. As for the various tribes that had once helped each other, they seemed to have different thoughts and their attitude towards the alliance became ambiguous.
In addition, after a few years of implementation, the gentle blood potion improved by Master Bill had basically replaced the original and become the mainstream blood potion.
Although the enhancement effect was weak, the number of Mutant Blood Warriors increased exponentially.
However, due to the restrictions of the workshop’s production, the moderate blood potion was prioritized for the military. The various tribes focused on strengthening their military strength, and the royal family was no exception. They did not have the time to nurture civilian hunters anymore. They did not dare to stop on the path of the arms race.
In the past few years, the number of mutant blood potions that were truly used by the people was far fewer than before. Due to the increasingly rampant mutant beast chaos and the heavy losses of hunters, not only did the mutant beast hunter industry not grow, but it also became much more desolate.
In the war that lasted for several years, villages and towns everywhere built forts to resist the chaos and the invasion of the mutant beasts. However, many villages still died out, and a large number of villagers moved to towns. There were fewer and fewer villages in the wilderness now.
A large number of fields were abandoned, and no one was farming, causing food to be scarce every year. Famine swept through the country.
The various tribes had no choice but to follow the Empire’s system and recruit hunters to maintain territorial security and ensure agricultural production. However, the situation did not improve much. Poverty and hunger were rampant.
Due to the changes in the world in the past few years, the public’s opinion of Bill had also become complicated.
Bill had developed a new blood potion, and his achievements could not be hidden. He was undoubtedly a potion master, but he had become the fuse for internal strife because he had betrayed the royal family.
Many people did not know the inside story and could only blame Bill for the destruction of their stable lives. This made his reputation among the people a mixed one.
However, after Bill defected, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. No one knew where he went.
Meanwhile, the mutant blood potions of the royal family and the various tribes showed no signs of improvement in the past few years.
After various signs and analysis, many people thought that Bill was most likely dead. They did not know if they should feel regretful or happy.
…
In a certain valley in the wilderness, a large camp was located here. People were coming and going.
This was Roman’s secret base.
In the middle of the camp was a conspicuous felt tent. It was heavily guarded from all directions and did not allow any unrelated people to approach. It looked like it was protecting, but also like it was being guarded at the same time.
Roman dragged his fat body to the tent and asked the guard with his eyes.
The guard leaned forward and reported in a low voice.
“Sir, he doesn’t want to go out today as well.”
“Okay.”
Roman nodded and gestured for the guards to leave. Then, he lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.
What entered his eyes was a complete potion preparation table and a figure who was concocting a potion. It was Bill.