Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Whose genius idea was this?
Right then, Logan was holding the Golden Behemoth by the head with one hand. Its feet were off the ground. It let out a whimper and couldn’t fight back at all.
The little girl standing on the golden carp’s back peeked out. Seeing Logan’s huge back, she thought, "So big." then hid behind her teammate again.
In the crowd, everyone was guessing who this giant was.
As far as they knew, there was no such person in the Genius Training Camp.
"I’m telling you, there are so many new faces today. Are they the rumored seeded players?"
"I heard lots of strong familiar tamers have their own training methods, so they don’t want to join the Genius Training Camp too early in case it slows their progress."
"Sounds like it. This is my first time seeing someone fuse with their familiar and brawl with a power‑type familiar."
"Seriously, who fights a familiar with their bare body? The familiar fusion skill is meant to raise your chance of staying alive. This guy is fighting himself. He’s crazy!"
While the chatter went on, Victor’s face was already full of anger.
He stepped forward, and the familiar space behind him opened. Three dragon heads burst out and lunged at Logan.
The dragon heads behind Victor were huge. Just their necks were dozens of meters long, and they quickly forced Logan back.
Logan let go. One dragon head grabbed the Golden Behemoth and pulled it back into the familiar space. The other two kept pressing in, snapping at Logan.
At the critical moment, a sharp light flashed in Logan’s eyes.
Then his purple familiar space opened, and Nabo’s body—already as big as a basketball court—rushed in front of Logan to block the attack.
"Enlarge!"
"Tortoise Prism Armor!"
With two quick shouts, Nabo’s huge body swelled again, growing to three times its size.
At the same time, the smooth turtle shell on his back suddenly sprouted rows of sharp, four-sided spikes, blocking the two dragon heads.
Crack...
Crack...
A harsh, ear-grating sound rang out.
The teeth that were about to bite Logan slammed into Nabo’s huge Tortoise Prism Armor instead. They cracked on the spot and shattered.
Seeing this, Victor’s face went even darker. "Logan, do you have a death wish?"
Just as Victor was about to go all out, Klein stopped him. "Didn’t you say you’d beat him fair and square on the arena stage? Don’t waste your strength here."
Then a familiar tamer beside Klein stepped forward and summoned a giant deep-sea octopus from the water.
Seeing the octopus’s broad back, big enough for over a dozen people to stand on, Victor snorted and stepped onto it. "Logan! Enjoy your freedom for two more days. I’ll be waiting for you in the arena."
With that, Victor, Blair, and Klein all boarded the octopus and left the island where the Blood Cultivation Realm entrance was.
Right after, the crowd burst into screams and cheers.
Everyone looked at Logan with respect.
The little girl Logan had protected came up to him and bowed deeply. "Thank you for saving me, big brother. My name is Gwen."
Blushing, she took out her phone and showed her friend QR code. "Can we add each other?"
Seeing Gwen take the lead, the people around them got anxious.
In a blink, arms holding phones shot forward. Everyone wanted to add Logan.
Since Logan had never shown up publicly at the Genius Training Camp, these members didn’t know the man in front of them was number one on the points board.
Only when Gwen successfully added him and saw her savior’s contact name—Logan—did she cover her mouth and squeal, "You’re Logan! Number one with 400,000 points!"
"What? Oh my god, you’re my idol!" a girl screamed, rushing at Logan.
"Move! I’m calling Logan my big bro—Boss Logan! Take me as your little brother!" another boy yanked the girl aside, bent his knees, and dropped to the ground in front of Logan.
Faced with the chaos, Logan quickly put away his phone and slipped out of the crowd.
The crowd wanted to chase him, but Logan didn’t give them the chance. He took Yelena and Sawako, hopped onto Nabo’s turtle shell, and swam out to sea.
Seeing how flustered Logan had just been, Yelena and Sawako burst into laughter.
"I finally get why celebrities hire bodyguards," Logan said, looking annoyed as he turned to the waves to ease the awkwardness.
In truth, Logan had really underestimated his influence.
With 400,000 points, and together with Yelena and Sawako, he was crushing Victor on the leaderboard.
In both strength and fame, Logan was already a true superstar in the Genius Training Camp.
The members weren’t stupid. They knew very well how many good things 400,000 points could buy. And Logan had just smashed the Golden Behemoth with a single punch, proving his power to everyone.
With that thought, Logan suddenly had an idea and pulled out his phone.
Yelena and Sawako’s phones buzzed. When they looked, they saw Logan had added them to a group chat.
The group also included the new friends he’d just added.
Right after, Logan sent the first message to the group: "Please share info here and help each other. I hope to see you on the arena again. If you have teammates who aren’t in the group, invite them in."
After getting Logan’s message, the group went wild.
They hadn’t expected that, right after slipping away, he would pull them into a group and be willing to share intel. He was really kind.
At that moment, Yelena and Sawako stand in front of Logan, both looking surprised.
They don’t understand why Logan would do this—it doesn’t seem to be in his best interest.
Their team is far ahead in exploration, so they don’t need info from others.
On the flip side, if other squads get Logan’s shared info, they’ll speed up their progress.
Seeing their confused faces, Logan smiles, lifts his phone, and gives it a little shake. "You haven’t noticed the problem yet?"
Yelena and Sawako freeze at his gesture.
Logan stops keeping them guessing and explains, "When we explored the Blood Cultivation Realm last time, did you use your phones inside it?"
Hearing that, Yelena and Sawako’s minds buzz, and they get it right away.
"Could it be," Yelena says, nervous and unsure, "a clue left by the instructors?"
"Definitely!" Sawako slaps her thigh, her eyes growing brighter. "Otherwise, with a Blood Cultivation Realm this big and thousands of islands, no matter how good we are, we couldn’t find the arena so fast."
Seeing them catch on, Logan lets a small smile rise at the corner of his mouth.
The phone network is the hint the Genius Training Camp left for them.
Normally, you can’t use a phone network inside a Blood Cultivation Realm.
But this internal battle trial Blood Cultivation Realm is different—it was explored in advance.
Logan even suspects that besides the phone network, there are live-stream cameras here, tracking their movements at all times.
So he doesn’t mind showing off a bit, letting the big shots see that he, Logan, has what it takes to become this year’s Federation Supernova.
Deep in the Blood Cultivation Realm, at the center of a small island, a huge screen is showing thousands of surveillance feeds.
Sophia lounges on a beach chair, sipping an ice-cold soda while watching the monitor feeds.
Just then, a curvy girl in a bikini swims to shore and walks over to her.
"You really love giving students a hard time. No map, fine. But not even a ride? You’re making them search the sea for the arena?" The girl flicks water from her hair, and with a wave pulls a crab as tall as a three-story building up from the seabed.
Sophia gives her a quick look and says, "If they can’t handle something this small, they don’t deserve the next stage of the Genius Training Camp. Teamwork—covering each other’s weak spots—is the most important trait for human familiar tamers. And it’s not like I gave them nothing. Let’s see if they notice it."
She glances at the girl’s chest and sighs. "Lucia, cut back on the seafood. They’re bigger than coconuts now."
Lucia glares at her, then changes the subject. "I’m curious—what did you give them? Why so secret?"
As she speaks, Lucia spots a scene on the monitor: Logan sending a message to a group chat.
Seeing that Logan not only made a group but is sharing info with everyone, Lucia’s eyes light up. "Sophia, did you set up network base stations in the Blood Cultivation Realm?"
Realizing her plan has been guessed, Sophia frowns. "How did you figure that out?"
Lucia smiles and points at the screen. "Your students are already using their phones to make a group."
"What!" Sophia hears this and jumps up from the beach chair.
She took off her sunglasses, narrowed her eyes, and quickly scanned the thousands of screens.
Soon, she saw the team members ordering their familiars to cut wood and build boats while chatting on their phones.
Frowning, Sophia zoomed in on the feeds one by one. Only then did she notice the pop-up messages on their phones were pieces of Blood Cultivation Realm intel!
"Coordinates (102, 56): no arena on this island, but the coconuts are very sweet. Report over!"
"Coordinates (113, 67): a shark pack near the island. Just had a close call. Report over!"
"Coordinates..."
Seeing these reports, Sophia was stunned. "Which genius came up with this? I only wanted each squad of three to make a small group. Who told them to make a big group for everyone?"
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