Chapter 395: A Chance (1/2)

Back in Sam's city.

Arc is still in the meeting room with Sam. He wanted to persuade Sam to not push too far, but he felt that his words made sense, but he quickly lost in thoughts about his own weakness.

If he really is strong, he should have been able to not care about the whole situation from the major associations at all and let Sam do what he wants.

The towers are indeed arrogant for their own good. They control many things in society.

And all that stemmed from these associations. His father tried to free the empire from the influence of the central continent. He didn't like being a subordinate of the thunder god temple.

But he died of old age. Cultivators wouldn't have kids when they are in their twenties, with the breakthrough past the Nascent stage, their life span changes and they have a completely different take on their youth.

A transcendent will stay in his youth for over a century.

Arc also wanted to try his best to get out the influence of the thunder god temple.

But for that, he has to reach the Consummate realm. With all his ability, all he was able to reach was the Peak of the middle-stage of Transcendent.

He is seeing improvement, but he couldn't find himself breaking through anytime sooner.

But is just breaking through that realm is enough? He doesn't know. Because the weakest head of a major power is a middle-stage consummate realm cultivator.

Even if he reached the initial stage, he wouldn't stand a chance against the thunder god temple.

As he was drifted in his thoughts, a small tapping sound brought him back.

Sam's finger tapped on the table and he asked Arc.

”What are you thinking about?”

”Nothing much. It is just how pathetic I am. Sam, you tell me. Am I destined to stay like this? Being an emperor only in name and only doing their bidding.”

Sam didn't reply and just looked at him. Arc started chugging glass after glass of wine and let it go to his head without using his spiritual energy.

He was being thrown around by the thunder god temple and almost turned into an errand boy since the Old One's incident.

He wanted to get drunk. Drown his sorrows in the wine.

He paused his drink and said to Sam.

”Sam, you are the person I envy the most. You are actually, a young man, a puny teenager who came this far on your own. Even the major powers don't dare mess with you.

If only I have the same level of abilities you have and the same level of intelligence you possess, I would have succeeded in changing my fate.

I am sick of being a puppet.”

He downed another glass. Sam didn't say anything to him. He didn't drink any wine either. He normally wouldn't drink alcohol. Only when he is overthinking and his brain and the thoughts within overwhelms him would he drink so that he could numb the mind and rest.

He looked at Arc deeply and thought for some time, before finally opening his mouth.

”How about a chance to escape this fate?”

Arc was stunned and shook his head. Trying to sober up.

”Did I hear you right?”

”A chance. How about it?”

”What do you mean?”

”I will give you a chance to become a Consummate realm, to create a power solely led by you. I don't care about how you rule or what you rule. All I ask is that I want to use that place as my base. How about it? Do you want it?”

”Such a chance wouldn't come for free, right? What is the price?”

”Loyalty.”

Arc frowned; he didn't know how to prove his loyalty. But he can understand, where Sam is coming from. At this moment, what Sam needs are loyal people around him.

Even if it was loyalty, to what extent does he have to be loyal to Sam.

If he has to maintain the relationship the same as the one with the thunder god temple, then he doesn't have to do that right? He can just stay in the present situation.

Sam placed a Crimson red pill and placed it on the table.

”This is a Pill of Servitude. If you want to stay loyal to me, take it.