William felt that good communication could foster better relationships between humans and mutated creatures.
After all, it was just a matter of territorial disputes, not necessarily a fight to the death, right?
However, what William hadn’t anticipated was that his actions allowed some humans to discuss their attack strategies in front of the mutated creatures, who could now understand everything being said.
Blatant loud plotting.
Could the mutated creatures tolerate that?
They immediately used the tactics they had just learned to overpower those humans!
Many such incidents occurred, and with William’s intervention, humans were generally left dumbfounded.
“Damn it, those mutated creatures can actually understand what we’re saying?”
“Indeed impressive! That bird just called me a fool! Fuck, I can’t accept this!”
“It’s over, these mutated creatures can curse now. We can’t beat them, and now we can’t even outswear them. Who knows where they learned it.”
…
As William’s consciousness swept across the world, he couldn’t help but smirk.
Arguing is the best way to communicate feelings.
What if, in the future, they argued without resorting to violence, and just exchanged insults instead?
How wonderful would that be!
Wouldn’t the whole world be more peaceful?
Inspired by Seraphina’s words, William felt that being just an observer was somewhat boring. Why not do something whimsical to accelerate the peaceful development between humans and mutated creatures?
The mutated creatures suddenly seemed as if they had downloaded a language pack, understanding human speech as if a new world had opened up to them.
Especially the part where they greeted each other’s female relatives before a fight, which had become an essential prelude to any brawl.
Many things, if not properly initiated, no matter how well done afterwards, would fail to reach the pinnacle of enjoyment.
Clearly, swearing had given soul to the fights.
Actually, humans felt relatively okay in this environment. Although they were being insulted, at least they didn’t feel as oppressed.
Meanwhile, William was in his office, busy writing the second volume of his book, while the entire human world was utterly baffled.
Various news reports spread, plunging the world into temporary chaos.s had now mostly grouped together, while the mutated creatures had taken over the majority of the territories.
More of the battles were actually between mutated creatures themselves.
Previously, with no common language, enemies among the mutated creatures would just fight on sight.
But now, those in the same area could speak the same language, and surprisingly, there were fewer conflicts and even alliances forming between different species.
For the current situation, William decided he didn’t want to change anything for the time being.
After Seraphina stepped out of the office, she immediately sensed that something was off.
Her divine consciousness swept over the world outside the base, and she was stunned.
These mutated creatures had indeed become stronger, but how had they suddenly all learned to speak?
It was known that in the Divine Realm, the Shapeshifters clan only transformed into human forms and gained the ability to speak after thousands of years of power enhancement and the awakening of their spiritual intelligence.
Especially the languages of various countries around the world, said to be the crystallized wisdom of the ancestors of all nations’ peoples, ordinary mutated creatures, even if they became stronger, couldn’t possibly learn these languages so quickly and easily.
And now, what was going on with mutated creatures learning dialects?
It was utterly absurd.
Seraphina couldn’t possibly trace the origins of this anomaly. She simply followed William’s instructions to tell Andreas and others that William didn’t want to see them.
When Andreas and his group arrived at the Arcane Village base, it was natural for Samuel to host them properly.
In the eyes of Samuel and others, Andreas and the elders of the Pantheon Guild were almost god-like beings.
Compared to Andreas and his group, S-class superhumans were far behind in terms of real combat power.
“President Andreas, these past few days, the mighty ones from the Pantheon Guild have saved many lives, a truly meritorious deed!” Samuel started with a flattering compliment as soon as they met.
Who doesn’t like a bit of flattery?
Samuel’s intention was to encourage Andreas and his group to continue their efforts on behalf of humanity.
With the formidable combat power of the Pantheon Guild, securing their help was certainly the best outcome possible.
Facing William, Andreas naturally didn’t dare to speak carelessly, but his attitude towards Samuel remained haughty and dismissive.
“Eliminating mutated creatures is our duty as Soulmancers, there’s nothing much to say about it.”
“Our visit this time is twofold: to deliver a book and to visit Mr. Johnson.” Andreas didn’t really consider Samuel worth his attention. If it weren’t for the fear of upsetting William, he wouldn’t even bother interacting with Samuel.
In his eyes, Samuel, despite being an S-class strongman, was still just an ordinary person—one strike would be all it took to kill him.
What superhuman?
It was a joke!
Samuel pondered for a moment, sensing the coldness in Andreas’s words. He quickly changed the subject, “You mean William, Mr. Johnson, right?”
Andreas’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Samuel, asking, “From your tone, it seems you’re quite familiar with Mr. Johnson?”
They were in the base’s reception hall, surrounded only by a few of the base’s key personnel besides Samuel.
Samuel laughed heartily, “Of course, I’m familiar with Mr. Johnson. I was the one who hosted him when he entered the base. He’s even staying in my old room now. How’s that for familiarity?”
Andreas tried to gauge from Samuel’s expression whether he was lying.
Turns out, Samuel was telling the truth!
A smile broke across Andreas’s usually icy face, “Samuel, since you’re familiar with Mr. Johnson, could you perhaps introduce me? I was rash last time and offended Mr. Johnson. I’ve been thinking about visiting to apologize.”
“This matter, you’ll need to put in a good word for me.”
Andreas’s attitude did a complete 180, almost as if he and Samuel were close friends. To those unaware, it would seem they had a very cordial relationship.
Even so, the three Supreme Elders behind Andreas and the elders of the Pantheon Guild didn’t find anything amiss.
Given the power displayed by William’s book and his previous demonstrations of strength, Andreas’s change in demeanor was completely justified.
“Of course,” Samuel said with a mysterious air, “But… with the world in such peril, Mr. Johnson would surely also wish for peace to be restored.”
“Oh?” Andreas frowned, under the impression that someone like William wouldn’t care about the rise and fall of humanity…
Perhaps Mr. Johnson was a benevolent deity?
Did he want to save the world?
Samuel chuckled, “Isn’t it obvious? Didn’t Mr. Johnson write that ‘Global Encyclopedia of Mutated Creatures’ to help humanity overcome this crisis?”
He continued earnestly, “Moreover, Mr. Johnson is teaching at our school. Isn’t that indication enough of his intentions?”
“So, President Andreas, if you feel you should apologize to Mr. Johnson, perhaps you should consider doing something more practical.” Samuel grew more animated as he spoke, beginning to coax Andreas.
If he could sway Andreas, getting the entire Pantheon Guild to exert their efforts to save humanity would be fantastic!
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