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Inside the Spat family mansion on Grim Star.

Council hall.

At this moment, dozens of high-ranking and powerful True God-level elders within the family are discussing the future allocation of resources for the family.

"This year, the overall revenue of all family businesses has decreased by 1.3 percentage points compared to last year! I propose that resource subsidies for all S-level or higher talents under the age of 100 be reduced by another 30%!"

An old goblin with a sallow complexion suggested.

"A synchronized decrease won't work. I suggest reducing the resource supply for geniuses below S-rank, keeping the S-rank unchanged, slightly increasing the SS-rank, and considering SSS-rank separately..."

"That's right. For some geniuses with talents in logistics, the resource supply cannot be compared with that of combat talents. We must make a distinction."

"The Spatt family does not support incompetent people!"

After a leisurely discussion, the dark-skinned goblin in the black robe sitting at the head of the table finally made the decision on the distribution.

"Alright, let's distribute them as the Second Elder suggested."

The dark-skinned goblin paused slightly, then changed the subject:

"Recently, our goblin race has suffered repeated defeats in the war against the human race, losing hundreds of inhabited planets, which has enraged the 'First Family'."

"The front lines urgently need a fresh batch of personnel."

"The leader has already stated that our Spatt family must produce ten True Gods and one hundred thousand Demigods. What are your thoughts?"

The First Family, as the name suggests, is the head of the ten great families of Grimm and the true ruler of the entire goblin race.

"Ten more True Gods?" The Second Elder's face was grim.

Demigods don't matter.

As long as you have many children and are willing to invest some resources, 100,000 is not a lot.

Even if they all die on the battlefield, it won't be a great loss to the family.

But the true God is different.

Any one of them can bring unimaginable wealth!

Even within the Spat family, ten True Gods is no small number.

Moreover, there are already quite a few true gods in their family on the battlefield.

"snort!"

"Isn't it true that within this family, besides myself, there are no other high-ranking True Gods?"

The First Elder snorted coldly, glancing at the dozens of elders present, and slammed his fist on the table in exasperation:

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and let alone a seventh-tier True God, even newly promoted mid-level True Gods are extremely rare in our family!"

"If this continues, our Spatt family will fall to the bottom of the top ten families!"

Wherever you are, strength means having a voice.

If the Spatt family is strong enough, they can naturally negotiate a price.

But if you're not strong enough, then you have to obediently follow orders!

"Elder, please calm down."

The Third Elder shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for the fact that the human race has been exploiting us so ruthlessly over the years, our race would have already produced a second high-ranking true god."

The human race is simply too powerful.

Even when fighting against thousands of races at the same time, they win more often than they lose on the battlefield.

Over the years, the territories of all races have been continuously compressed, and they have fewer and fewer life-bearing planets under their control, and naturally, their resources have also become increasingly scarce.

Even among many races, various expressions of surrender have begun to emerge.

However, everyone knows the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold," so even though the situation is tense, not many races will withdraw from the crusade alliance.

Angels, for example, were already considered "traitors" by them.

"Fortunately, our family's Grizo is only in his early twenties and has already reached the fifth level of demigod. His future is very promising!"

"That's right, even among the top families, there are few geniuses who can compare to him!"

The Grand Elder's expression softened slightly upon hearing the name Gritz.

after all.

A level 5 demigod in their twenties is not uncommon among humans, but among the goblin race, they are considered to be among the elite.

Not to mention that Grizz's record is quite impressive; he once defeated a top-tier human prodigy in a head-on battle!

That's top-tier!

The highest level of genius among humans!

Although he didn't actually kill his opponent, it was enough to prove Grizz's talent and strength.

The Spat family unanimously believes that Gritz will become a seventh-order true god within the next ten thousand years!

"I heard that Grizo is currently at war with a human demigod?"

The Grand Elder suddenly asked.

"That's right, he's a fifth-stage demigod of the human race," the fourth elder replied.

Grizzi is the family's top genius and a child of his lineage, so he naturally pays close attention to him.

"How is the battle going?"

Clearly, the Grand Elder also cares about this child.

This is their family's hope for rise; they absolutely cannot afford any mishaps.

"Of course there won't be any problems!"

The Fourth Elder patted his chest confidently and said, "Grizo's strength has been at the fifth level for quite some time now, and there aren't many who are stronger than him among those of the same level."

"Moreover, prior to this battle, he also purchased an S-class large-scale war weapon, the Heavenly Executioner, in the Second World, making victory virtually certain."

The Grand Elder nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Not only him, but the other elders around him also nodded in agreement.

The [Heavenly Punisher] is an S-class large-scale war weapon that would cause even true gods a great deal of trouble.

He's just a mere fifth-level demigod of the human race; he can be wiped out with a flick of the wrist.

Besides, Grizz is superior to the top-tier human prodigy.

Surely you can't just randomly encounter a fifth-stage demigod of the human race who's even more powerful than a top-tier genius, right?

"Well, next topic," the elder continued.

A family, especially a large family, has to discuss more than just the allocation of resources.

However, at that moment, a commotion arose outside the door.

"Young Master, please don't put me in a difficult position!"

"The family elders are having a meeting; you cannot enter!"

"Young...Young Master? What...what's wrong with you!?"

boom!

The elders in the council hall frowned and extended their divine senses, wanting to see which junior was so inconsiderate as to disturb the family council.

But it's not a big deal if you don't look at it, because once you do, you'll be shocked.

They had barely finished their discussion when Grizz, hailed as the family's hope for revival, rushed over like a madman, coughing up blood as he ran.

Before he even reached the door, his breath suddenly gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Elder... Elder... save... me!"

After saying this last sentence, Grizz's pupils suddenly contracted, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, his body twitching twice with difficulty.

In the end, he simply fainted and died!

"What!?"

The elders in the council hall were all startled and stood up.

The Fourth Elder flashed to Griz's side and probed his body with his divine power. Upon closer inspection, his expression changed drastically.

"Oh no! Grizz's kingdom has been breached!"

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