Floating Island - Triple S Talent

In the special tribune of the Divine Sky Realm, Lein sat leisurely, gazing at the stage below with a satisfied expression. All the preparations made by Haikal, Laras, and the others had gone smoothly. The event was running well, with no significant obstacles.

Down below, the artistic performances continued in full swing. Isabel, who was in charge of the event, looked very active. Occasionally, she would glance in Lein's direction with a nervous expression, as if afraid of making a mistake in his presence. It wasn't just Isabel—many performers also stole glances at him, perhaps hoping to catch a closer look at Lein.

The Cui race and the Silent Forest Elves also participated in the performances, though their numbers were not as many as the Earth Humans. However, they still showcased their finest arts. Interestingly, their performances were not too different from those of humans on Earth.

"The movements resemble the Samba dance from Brazil," Lein murmured, his eyes fixed on an elf dancer who moved gracefully at the center of the stage. Her hips swayed fluidly to the rhythm of the music, creating a mesmerizing sight.

Furthermore, the attributes they used in the performances were also quite similar. They utilized materials from plants and animals as part of their accessories and stage props. Thousands of colorful bird feathers floated in the air, creating an effect similar to confetti often used in concerts.

"Next, let us witness the Sufi Dance from the Turkish Alliance!" Isabel announced loudly.

Several dancers emerged from behind the stage, dressed in long white robes. They began to spin endlessly, forming unique formations on the stage as if dancing within a vortex of spiritual energy.

"Ah… this dance," Lein muttered, recalling the Sufi Dance performances he had seen on TV before. He had always felt uneasy watching them. There was something in the expressionless faces of the dancers that unsettled him, as if they were not human but mechanical dolls moving without a soul.

His gaze then shifted toward the audience in the stands. Their faces beamed with joy, fully enjoying every moment of the performance. Enthusiastic cheers echoed throughout the arena. Lein felt a warmth spread through his chest. He was not someone who felt responsible for making everyone happy, but seeing their delighted expressions gave him a sense of relief. This was the kind of life he had dreamed of—a world where people could enjoy beauty without fear.

Lein's thoughts drifted to the past, remembering the early days when he and the other humans first arrived in this realm. Back then, all they felt was darkness and fear. There was no place to feel safe, no certainty about the future.

But now, things had changed. They had started opening themselves up to the outside world, forming relationships with other races, and even preparing to build cooperation.

As he reflected on this, Lein narrowed his eyes. The thought of the collaboration proposed by Aleron resurfaced in his mind.

"Hmm…" Lein took a deep breath, letting his thoughts sink deeper.

A few days ago, he had discussed with Aleron the possibility of cooperation between humanity and his faction. The main point Aleron raised was assistance in facing something called the Cosmic Catastrophe. As its name suggested, the Cosmic Catastrophe was no ordinary threat. It was a cataclysmic phenomenon that could endanger the existence of an entire realm.

When he first heard about the Cosmic Catastrophe, Lein didn't take it too seriously. In his mind, it was just another typical phenomenon—perhaps something akin to a monster-infested island like the ones they had encountered before. However, the reality was far different. Aleron emphasized that if this threat was not dealt with soon, the Guandu Realm would be wiped out completely. That was why Aleron was so eager for this collaboration.

To give Lein a clearer picture, Aleron explained that at least five mid-stage King-level Guardians and one late-stage King-level Guardian were required to face the threat. The numbers sounded immense, and Lein, who had only recently grasped the concept of King-level power, immediately understood how terrifying the impending catastrophe was.

Fortunately, there was still one year before the Cosmic Catastrophe reached the Guandu Realm. However, in cosmic terms, a year was not a long time. To humans on Earth, a year might feel lengthy, but for greater entities, it was nothing more than the blink of an eye.

"Well… before that, I need to establish my core strength before traveling," Lein murmured softly. His eyes were on the stage, but his thoughts were far away. He would not leave the Divine Sky Realm until he was sure that the World Market Trade Alliance was strong enough to stand on its own.

"Brother… that woman, she is the one who appeared in the white space during the Cosmic Unification," Nita suddenly said from beside him. Her voice was calm, but her gaze was fixed ahead, full of certainty.

Lein snapped out of his reverie. He turned to Nita with slight confusion. "That woman?" he asked casually, curiosity flickering in his eyes. The name Tauriel immediately surfaced in his mind.

She was the woman who had received a bottle of blessing potion from him when he visited the Guandu Realm. At that time, she was the captain of a team leading them all on the battlefield. However, after the portal for the Inter-Race War event closed, he had not had any contact with her again.

"Yes, I'm sure, Brother," Nita said firmly. "Back then, she asked me to be her disciple, and she also promised to provide me with unlimited resources," she continued, recounting everything that had happened in the white space.

Lein narrowed his eyes, his mind working rapidly. He sensed something off about this situation.

"At that time, her power level was Grandmaster, wasn't it?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yes, why, Brother?" Nita raised an eyebrow, not understanding what Lein was thinking. However, within seconds, a realization struck her, causing her to fall silent, her eyes widening slightly.

Lein took a deep breath, resting a hand on his chin, his mind filled with various considerations. "Nita, did she say anything when you gave her the event agenda?" he asked in a flat tone, though his eyes narrowed slightly, showing interest.

"No, Brother. She didn't mention anything about power levels," Nita replied, slightly hesitant.