Iliad was silent.

"You didn't look for me at the first time, but chose to collect information... Do you want to just dive in? Oh my God, this is a battle for food rations. Have you seen how many 'food rations' can survive?"

"Mr. Blaze is currently in a nine-game winning streak..."

"I know your beast fighter is amazing, but that's limited to survival level! Do you see clearly who the predator is on the list?"

Seeing Iliad's somewhat surprised look, Colber pointed to the holographic communicator in the other party's hand.

Iliad quickly fiddled the holographic image to the list, and saw the name at the top and was stunned.

“It is…”

"Sipetto, there is Sibelto on the list of predators this time!" The Penguin Manager took a deep breath of equipment smoke and sucked the clouds and mist. "The overall ranking is 6374, the upstream players in the North Wind Arena's plundering level, and the fanatical contestants in the ration battle. As long as he participates in the ration battle... there is no survival level that can survive. Iliad, it is still too late to give up."

Iliad's eyes were stunned, and his hand holding the holographic communicator gradually tightened.

"Look at this place, Iliad." Looking at Iliad's appearance, Colber changed his mind and lay down on the huge seat and retreated slightly, spreading his arms.

The desk was not like a table for civil servants, but more like a throne, because the space here was like an ancient royal hall, enough to accommodate several survival-level ultra-limited beasts, and the mechanical door was terrifyingly large. It is hard to imagine that this was just a room for a field manager.

The walls on all sides are covered with promotional posters of the Super Beast Fighting, including those from the past and those from the present, and a large poster taken by Blaze during his seven-game winning streak. On both sides of his desk are two huge Beast Fighting statues.

And it is a wood carving.

"Look here and take a look. Even the chassis of the Hunter's agent is not as grand and spectacular as I did here, and this is just an office." Colber took out a small monster model, like a chess piece, and placed it in front of Iliad.

Iliad knew that this thing was also made of wood. In Puniska, things like wood were symbols of high-ranking people, who placed such products in their own living environment to demonstrate their strong financial resources. In the past, Iliad had such things at home.

"If you want to get the name Fenitz back to its previous position, Iliad, I sincerely advise you to stop here, it's not worth it." A holographic agreement was projected in front of Iliad and pushed by Colber. "I signed this, I'll exchange you for a beast fighting, a better, Beta-level newcomer king, the one that was produced after the incandescent Hope. You don't have to bet too much on a product that will inevitably fail."

"What do you mean..."

"Do you have to say it clearly? Yes, Blaze did create some miracles, I admit that, but that was only at the mayfly level and survival level! But this is a ration battle! He has to face terrifying monsters including Siberto and the other two raiders, as well as survival monsters from other arenas who have also achieved a winning streak with him!"

Colber breathed a sigh of relief, closed the instrument cigarette in his hand, threw it aside, and gently rubbed his temples:

"If you fail in the ration battle... it's just treated equally. Nine consecutive victories are not enough to mortgage what you should pay. Think about how much it cost you to get here, and you're about to spit out more things to this bottomless pit right now... Do you really believe in that set of glorious lies, become a royal agent, and revitalize the name Fenniz?"

Colber has made it clear.

He is trying to help himself.

Iliad looked at the holographic terms on the desktop, his fingers trembling.

If Blaze died in the ration battle, the benefits generated before this were not worth mentioning compared to the goals he needed to achieve through the Colosseum and even the price he paid to enter here.

"What if I signed this...Braze?" Iliad's voice trembled.

"I will use my rights to transfer your agent to the half-dead beast-fighting agent. And you will accumulate Blaze's glory record and serve as the agent of a newcomer king with unlimited potential. You will not suffer any losses. You just need to change a beast-fighting and then continue. Why do you have to hang yourself in a tree? Even if you don't want to go my way, you still want to be your royal court agent. That's much better than Blaze!"

Seeing that Iliad seemed a little shaken, Colber lit the instrument cigarette for himself again and said with ease.

Iliad looked at the agreement and slowly read the terms above.

That's right, this is a revised internal agreement. As Colber said, as long as he signs this, he can get rid of his cooperative relationship with Blaze, then change to another beast to start over, and still retain the records completed by Blaze and give him the performance...

but……

Beep-

A harsh prompt sound came from the holographic communicator. Iliad glanced at the communicator and looked at Colber again. The latter raised his hand and signaled that it was okay.

"Mr. Fenitz, we have received some news...I'm sorry to tell you that we are going to suspend Mr. Blaze's publicity campaign first and wait until his next game is over."

"What?" Iliad was stunned.

This is the investor's phone number.

"Based on the assessment of our risk personnel, such a game...I think Mr. Blaze doesn't need to continue to promote it. Of course, after this game, we will re-evaluate your situation with Mr. Blaze. Please rest assured that this is not a termination of cooperation."

Iliad moved the communicator away from his ear, and Colber's voice came from his ear:

"It's time to change the product, Iliad."

"You know the friendship between me and your father, and you can trust me."

Looking at the contract flashing in front of Yingying and then facing the smiley face of Penguin Manager Yingying, he suddenly squeezed the holographic communicator in his hand.

Yes, even if he can escape unscathed, what should Blaze do?

From entering the Super Colosseum and becoming an agent to now, everything he has given to him by Blaze...

Finally, he placed his trembling hand on the contract and pushed forward heavily.

The holographic images turned into light and shattered on the desktop.

"Sorry...Uncle Colber, I want to continue trying."

"Are you crazy?"

Colber slapped the handrail suddenly, his face changing sharply:

"Did you forget the agreement you signed with Tumi when you entered here? If Blaze dies, everything in the Fenitz family will be finished!"

Colber's words successfully made Iliad hesitate again, but he quickly clenched his palms and his eyes were fixed.

"Of course I know...but that was also what my father agreed with, and I firmly believe in his teaching."

"I know very well why you helped me, so I can't leave my only friend now. My current improvement is because of it. How do you think I can just let go of it?"

Iliad grabbed the silver box and stood up and bowed slightly to Colber:

"Thank you for your help, but I've already figured it out."

After saying that, Iliad walked towards the door without looking back.

"This is how your family was destroyed! Don't you believe it yet!"

Buzz —

The huge and heavy electronic door opened and Iliad's figure disappeared at the end of the room.

Colber gave a light breath and threw away the instrument cigarette in his hand in annoyance. The assistant returned to the room and bowed slightly beside him: "How is the situation, Mr. Colber?"

"He didn't agree."

"So alert?"

"No, I'm just a naughty guy."

Colber snorted coldly, opened the agreement again, and deleted it with one stroke.

"It can only be seen whether the agreement signed by Iliad Fenitz when he joined the company can do something, otherwise Fenitz's things will fall into the hands of others..."

"I get it, but...what if Blaze survives?"

"This joke is so bad."

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New home, physiological preparation room.

The evil cage hand accurately separated the flesh and blood at the back of the head and gradually stopped.

Turing firmly fixed the claw to the back of his head, and the other claw fiddled with a large holographic image in front of him.

This is the surgical projection device he purchased, which can feed back the implementation of biological tissue to the image through the connected biological cannula and view it in all aspects.

The location he was looking at at the moment was the back of his head.

After replacing the claws with the fierce cage, Turing conducted some research and tentative disassembly on the back of his head. After being inspired by the Royal Guard's dog legs that night, this was his third time to study the consciousness stack.

"It's this place again...the dense nerve bundles are so unmovable."

Unfortunately, with the current methods of the evil cage hand, it is not possible to use the back of the head. If it is a phantom limb used for silicon-based fission, it may be able to go deeper, but it will be very difficult to truly separate it from this body.

The entire consciousness stack is created in one form and cannot be disassembled at all. There is a shallow fault in the knowledge in it, just like Turing who has started to study demonic weapons before he has obtained the core information of the Tianshou Research Pavilion. Although some of the knowledge has been learned by him, the most core part has encountered difficulties.

The claws of various precision tools were unfolded and stitched together, leaving the back of the neck, and a demonic exoskeleton made of steel bone protein quickly put together.

"The third failure. The problem about consciousness stack may have to be solved from other places."

There is still too little information and knowledge that can be learned from the survival level. What we need to focus on now is the battle for rations.

This is the third day after learning the news.
Chapter completed!