Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 240 Secretary General

Among all the Heroic Spirit inheritors, Victoria has always considered herself the most special.

From mediocre to extraordinary.

Among her contemporaries, there were the ancient and revived mechanical races, the goddesses favored by the gods, the mind sorcerers with multiple personalities and high nobility, the magical girls who broke free from beast control and looked like heroines, and the mushroom king who tried to break free from racial restrictions. Apart from the male alchemist she had no chance to meet, she was probably the most mediocre.

"That orc alchemist is definitely not ordinary."

She had always harbored some hidden feelings of inferiority and insecurity.

Especially seeing the obvious progress of others, the dark elves who were originally in a similar situation to themselves suddenly became goddesses and high priests, the mechanical races underwent absurd evolution, and even the Mushroom King had his own new underground territory and began to manage his own business.

Welcome!

The sudden doorbell didn't initially attract her attention. Business at her small shop had always been terrible; customers who occasionally came in would just glance at it and leave. Running an alchemy shop in the dock area was practically like selling cars in a slum, and she was already feeling a bit down.

But by chance, those discounted medicines still helped many people, which made her very happy. Some needs and some ailments have not disappeared. If they cannot get help, only those with needs and ailments will disappear silently.

These days, she's been trying to "downgrade" her painkillers, healing agents, and antidotes repeatedly, minimizing their effectiveness while reducing their cost, or price. And surprisingly, with the help of some special forces, she's actually succeeded.

The "watered-down potions" that cost a few copper coins a bottle were very popular here. Dimon complained twice, asking her to pay attention to the target customers and prevent these potions from being used by bad people, but this was clearly beyond Victoria's ability.

"If you need healing potions, they're on the shelf to the left, there are signs on them. If you need small props, you can write down your requirements on the desk to the right and leave a deposit. Oh, it's you, what a rare guest."

Rean glanced at the "Doorbell Boy" smiling at him from above and the "Broom Lady" cheerfully sweeping the floor, and felt a little numb.

In this small hall, apart from the proprietress dozing at the counter, there was a bustling scene everywhere.

On the bookshelf, two magical books with wings floated up, and the bookshelf was being organized.

Inside the crucible, a large pot with two outstretched hands was diligently stirring the pale yellow medicine within its body.

Meanwhile, in the other pool, a homemade faucet was spraying water to wash the bottles and bowls in the pool.

When she came in, Victoria, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, yawned while leaning over the table, and her chair was still massaging her. She even stretched out a hand to make a shushing gesture.

"Don't you think your shop is a bit strange when someone needs to contact you for something?"

"Well, even if it were you, I'd get angry if you laughed at my empty shop."

The dark elf girl sighed. Business had been terrible lately. Forget about hiring an employee, she didn't know when she would even recoup the renovation costs, especially with the rent almost zero. Although Dimon had been a bit nagging, he had really taken good care of local businesses, even waiving many necessary fees.

Rean looked around and saw the "little guys" greeting him, but also making a silencing gesture, which made him sigh.

"As expected, none of Kuku's disciples are normal."

However, Rean ultimately did not expose it. He vaguely sensed that Victoria's situation was somewhat similar to that of Suliman back then, both of them had a "new self" growing rapidly, while the main consciousness ignored it in the subconscious.

This is similar to a semi-asleep state, which is more suitable for the rapid growth of a newborn.

Since this is Victoria's power, Rean naturally wouldn't expose it or disrupt her normal incubation.

"Is it a kind of soul-splitting ability, somewhat like matter activation?"

Of course, it's also somewhat like schizophrenia shifting from mania to polymorphism, where the person feels good about themselves but is the last to know.

However, for extraordinary individuals, abnormality is not necessarily a bad thing, especially when they are blessed by heroic spirits.

This power's upper limit might involve creation, while its lower limit is at least the ability to create a puppet army. It seems the slowest-to-incubate heroic spirit ability is actually the most outrageous.

But this time, Rean didn't come because of Victoria herself; he had only heard about her briefly and this was the first time he had met her.
"Actually, I do have something to say. Do you know about that Hero Selection?"

As soon as he sat down, the coffee cup happily rushed over and squatted down below Rean, while the coffee pot chased after it, feeding Rean a sip. He felt warm all over and instantly became energetic, which seemed to have exceeded the effect of normal cheap coffee.

It seems that the activated items have special effects? Is it an amplification effect, or simply a life force or spiritual energy?
Sipping his coffee, Rean seemed to be deep in thought. Perhaps if this place were simply converted into a coffee shop, it could turn a profit. This ordinary, low-quality coffee was even more fragrant and rich than that of master-crafted coffee.

"Huh? What?" Victoria looked bewildered. How did she have access to information about the aristocratic circle?

"That's right, this time the Heroic Spirit Inheritance will be led by the hero Lex Thorne. He plans to select candidates and expand it into a kingdom-wide celebration."

Rean wasn't in a hurry and explained it to him little by little.

But the creators and proponents of this event were changed to the banner of the brave and heroic, who were always better than the mortals of the kingdom.

From Rean and Victoria's perspective, there's no need to be overly respectful of the kingdom's will.

Since what ultimately drives our side is the will of the heroic spirits, let's just let Lex take the lead in this matter; his name should be able to fool many people.

This incident was merely the trigger for what Rean was currently doing.
"Am I capable of being the liaison for the Heroic Souls Heirs Organization?"

"Actually, after thinking it over, you're the only one."

After the selection of the Heroic Soul successor in Lex, there may be more than twenty candidates for Heroic Soul. These young talents are ambitious, but their connections with each other are somewhat loose.

Especially in this selection of heroes, these candidates will become competitors among themselves. To avoid the worst kind of infighting and vicious competition, it is not enough to rely solely on the Hall of Heroes' supervision after the fact.

What Rean was thinking of was to take this opportunity to establish the Hall of Heroes' Office in the mortal realm, making it a real supervisory and liaison agency.

"In the last selection of Kuku, there were actually liches and mind flayers who entered, but I, as the supervisor, eliminated them. If there were any candidates for heroic spirits who were too anti-human, perhaps we could vote them out."

It's not appropriate for the responsibility of oversight to always rest in Rean's hands. Once is fine, but if he makes decisions on his own twice, he might become an invisible public enemy.

Rean's decision after careful consideration was to delegate some of the decision-making power to other candidates and let them vote to eliminate those candidates that everyone disliked.

In fact, he can still kick out whomever he wants. Just guide the decision-making and voting process, which is much simpler than having the power to convince others to trust him and not abuse it. That's what "democratic election" is!
"Another aspect is communication. To strengthen cooperation and communication, we need a physical place to do so, and I originally thought your little shop would be a good option."

The surrounding furniture all gave him a thumbs up, seemingly pleased with Rean's praise.

"Liaison officer, or secretary-general of the liaison office, I think you are the most suitable for this position. Are you interested?"

"Why me?" Victoria was still a little insecure.

"Because you're the most idle... cough cough, because you're the most suitable. Everyone else's personalities are too strong, while you're probably the only normal one." The knights of Suer were carrying out their righteous duties one by one, the heirs of Kuku were all schizophrenic, and the heirs of Lex were probably about to start fighting.

The first goal of this new organization is to ensure that the selection of heroes does not turn into a bloodbath. Rean is willing to do his part to stop the fighting, but he also needs other supervisors to ensure that everything goes smoothly.

After much thought, Victoria, who can honestly run a shop, is probably the most honest and least exclusive.

Ultimately, what's needed to maintain stability in an "elite organization" that incorporates too many unique individuals is tolerance and fairness, and "normal people" that everyone can accept.

Looking around, Rean saw that the little creatures, bouncing around, were happy that their master was valued, which seemed to reveal Victoria's feelings at that moment. Rean nodded.

"At least it has to look like it. As long as it's normal compared to other candidates, that's fine!"

(End of this chapter)