Chapter 813 - The Pressure on Greem
Chapter 813 The Pressure on Greem
Span had a very strange dream!
In that dream, he turned into an odd beetle, only the size of a nail. He was quickly climbing through a grassy plain high above the clouds.
He wrapped around many obstructing boulders (dirt particles), climbed over many towering trees (fire pokers), and continued on his way toward the giant mountain before him. Finally, after much difficulty and having traversed thousands of mountains and rivers as well as endured all sorts of trials and tribulations, he arrived at a pitch-black cave. A viscous liquid was slowly flowing out from the cave.
He dove into the cave without any hesitation and vanished in an instant.
Span shivered in fright and got up from the field.
He rubbed his aching head, somewhat unsure of how he had suddenly fallen asleep at this. Moreover, the insect in his dream had been so real. Span couldn’t help but wipe away the saliva on his face and smack his tongue.
It was almost as if there really was that sickening stench in his mouth!
However, now that they possessed Lance, they could have as many dragon materials as they wanted. That was why the Crimson Clan had the confidence to trade them for much needed magical crystals and other resources. Otherwise, no one would dare sell such strategic resources!
Every single clan needed a stable source of magical crystal income if they wanted a sustained growth and development, be it through the excavation of resource sites, the raiding of another planar world, or the monopolization of a trade. That said, all of these ventures were extremely risky and took plenty of time to accomplish. A slight mistake, and one could end up empty-handed.
Greem now had two lesser planes in his hands. He had the massive amount of cheap metal and countless technicians from the Goblin Plan. The cute, little dragons that were basically sculpted out of magical crystals he had scoured from Lance; the injection of this fresh and nutritious blood was what allowed the Crimson Clan to continue growing stronger.
It was only when the Crimson Clan had grown stronger that it could better support the development of Greem’s own powers.
In all seriousness, it was a mutually beneficial relationship!
At the very least, the current Crimson Clan was supported by the trifecta of Greem, Mary, and Alice. It was certain to develop at a much faster pace than an ordinary adept clan.
However, though the momentum of the clan’s development was nearly unstoppable, there was a relatively sizeable hidden concern. This very concern had brought tremendous psychological pressure down on Greem.
It was his personal strength!
There were already a dozen Second Grade adepts and creatures in the Crimson Clan now. He even had three Third Grade creatures he had somehow tricked to his side. Yet, as the Crimson clan leader, Greem was still Second Grade. That was far too low, no matter how you looked at it!
In fact, it was precisely Greem’s ‘low’ grade that had resulted in the current instability.
There was the restlessness of the Third Grade dragons above and the pursuit of the Second Grade bug adept from below. Greem’s position was unstable if he, as the leader, did not possess the power to make others fear and respect him.
That was the situation that most adept clans faced!
The leader of every clan had to be the most powerful one, not the wisest or the smartest. Why was that the case? It was simple. The core that maintained the unity of the clan had never been the respect for rank or intelligence. It had always been a regard for brutal and naked power that could crush everything in its way!
If you had the power to crush everything, then you would have intelligent scholars and sages to aide you. You would have brilliant managers to deal with everything for you. However, if the leader of the organization were weaker than his underlings, then the organization would be in a perpetual state of restlessness and constant suspicion between allies.
When that happened, the internal conflict alone would cause the organization to break up and vanish from the annals of history!
Consequently, after several reminders from Alice, both direct and indirect, Greem treated his advancement to Third Grade as the most critical issue facing the clan.
“Chip, display my latest data.”
[Beep. Body scan complete. New statistics are as below.
[Greem, Advanced Second Grade.
Profession: Elementium Adept (Fire Specialization).
Bodily Attributes: Strength 13+1 (20) | Physique 15 (21) | Agility 11 (9) | Spirit 28+1 (30).
Note: Attributes in brackets refer to post-transformation statistics.
Profession Skills: Body of Flames, Flame Fiend Transformation…]
Greem’s basic abilities had improved by leaps and bounds with the conclusion of his trip to the Fire Elementium Plane. Just thirty years after his advancement, he had reached the advanced level. He was only a stone’s throw away from the peak of Second Grade.
Moreover, his fire affinity was at its limit; it couldn’t be improved in the short term.
It was about time for him to consider Third Grade now!