This person was definitely insane.
Watching the chaotic press conference scene, Qin Chuan's expression was particularly strange.
Erik had actually announced in front of the whole world that he intended to gather the other eight Gold Talent players to overthrow the existing world order and create a brand new one.
People from Mi Country really took freedom too far.
Just as he was about to turn off the video, Erik's next words made Qin Chuan's hand stop mid-air.
"I have already contacted the owner of the Prayer Talent, and she is here today!"
"She has already allied with me, and as you have guessed, Prayer represents luck, which means Lady Luck is already standing by my side!"
No, it couldn't be Yue Li.
Qin Chuan's pupils contracted slightly, a look of surprise forming on his face.
Another Prayer Talent owner had appeared?
Could he have been mistaken?
While he was confused, a stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure confidently walked onto the stage and smiled at the crowd, "I'm honored to be part of Mr. Lion's new order."
"I am the owner of the Prayer Talent, Helen Everson."
Lying in the hospital sick room, Lin Yue watched the woman speaking in the video, her mouth twitching slightly.
If you're the owner of the Prayer Talent, then who am I?!
This person was definitely a fake!
Her fierce gaze fixated on the woman on the screen, her cheeks puffing up slightly.
But soon, Lin Yue's expression relaxed.
Upon further consideration, this might not be a bad thing?
Prayer Talent had to do with luck and was too conspicuous, making it easy to be targeted.
Putting out such a decoy could save her a lot of trouble.
Thinking this, Lin Yue's look towards the woman in the video grew peculiar.
She wanted to see how the other party would fabricate the effects of the Prayer Talent.
At the press conference, as the "owner of the Prayer Talent" appeared, reporters indeed asked about the specific effects of the Prayer Talent.
But Erik seemed not to have heard the reporter's question, just flashed a wild smile, "Do you think that's all?"
"Let us welcome the owner of the Compass Talent!"
As another stunningly beautiful woman smiled and walked out, the atmosphere in the room soared again.
"Really a busy season," Du Yu, who was massaging Lin Yue's legs, looked up at the screen and couldn't help but shake his head, "With so many Gold Talent owners standing together, who knows what the world will become."
"Sister Yu, don't worry." Lin Yue, quietly watching the video, suddenly smiled.
"He's just bluffing~"
Qin Chuan looked speechlessly at the blond man in the video, "Why didn't you mention that Insight and Traceless were also on your side?"
Pretending to be a holder of the Compass Talent was one thing, but why was the imposter a woman?
Realizing that the man was bluffing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seemed that among the so-called three golden Talent holders present, probably only Erik himself was genuine.
The Prayer Talent should be with Yue Li, right?
He couldn't help but recall her silhouette.
After the "Compass Talent holder" made his appearance, Erik dropped a line, "The other golden Talent holders, I'm waiting for you," before striding off the stage with two women, bringing the video to an end.
The comments section of the post had already exploded, with the number of comments quickly approaching one million.
Many people were pessimistic about the future and questioned why such a populous Yanhuang Country didn't have a single player who had received a golden Talent.
Although some objectively analyzed the content of the video and thought that the information revealed by the last two golden Talent holders was scant and might not be true, the voices of reason were always faint, easily drowned out by other comments, failing to become the mainstream.
Scrolling through the comments, Qin Chuan's lips tightened slightly.
What was Erik trying to accomplish by doing this?
"Erik, what on earth are you trying to do?"
Across the ocean, the door of a mansion was violently pushed open by a black man.
Looking at Erik—who was enjoying himself with two scantily clad women on the sofa—the black man's expression turned ugly. "When we discussed holding a press conference, you never said you'd dress up your lovers as golden Talent holders!"
If there were others present, they would realize that the two women acting intimately with Erik were none other than the so-called Prayer Talent and Compass Talent holders at the press conference.
And their real identities were merely Erik's lovers.
"Conni, my friend, calm down a bit," Erik sat up and looked at the black man helplessly. "Don't you think it's a pretty good idea?"
"Golden Talent holders are destined to be extraordinary, how could they tolerate others impersonating them?" Erik grinned, "Perhaps it won't be long before the true owners of Prayer and Compass will find us."
"Erik, not all golden Talent holders are like you," Conni's expression was complex. "You've drawn the attention of the whole world, only making it easier for the real owners of Prayer and Compass to hide themselves."
"Hide? Why?" Erik was unconvinced. "No one can resist the temptation of power, which is a part of the new order. Born into the Solag family, the idea thrills me. Why wouldn't they come?"
He began to doubt whether approaching this reckless lion had been the right move.
It was just a pity that even a golden Talent couldn't be effective in reality; otherwise, he would have liked to see just how long this fool could be arrogant.
"Hey, Conni, don't be so tense." Erik glanced at Conni and shook his head slightly. "After a ten-hour flight from Ba Country, let's relax now. Do you prefer 'Prayer' or 'Compass'?"
Looking at the two seductive beauties smiling at him, Conni's face was stoic, though it wasn't visible on his dark skin, "No need!"
"Alright then," Erik said with slight regret, "Even if they do as you say and plan to hide themselves in reality, they are still bound to emerge in the Dream World."
"Just one look, and you can see through their Talents, just like when you found me, right?" Erik glanced at Conni, "Insight."
"I've gone through the data you provided," Conni paused before shifting the topic, "I suspect that Traceless is not among those 597 players."
"Hmm?" Erik's expression shifted slightly, "What did you say?"
Conni looked at Erik intently, and spoke deliberately,
"If Traceless can hide the real strength of his Contracted Spiritual Beast or cover up the true ranking on the Ranking List?"