Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1162: The Fear of Cultivators

Chapter 1162: The Fear of Cultivators

"It’s about the arrangements for this upcoming war. With the aliens making such a big move, gathering several factions, shouldn’t we also recall our other armies to help resist the aliens?"

"We should recall them, but deciding which ones to call back is the problem."

The Emperor instinctively wanted to sigh but suddenly realized he had sighed too many times today.

As the Emperor, he couldn’t lower the morale of the generals, so he swallowed it back down.

Although the Erythar Star System is one of the more marginal systems among the nine major star systems, the alien forces are incredibly strong, scattered across a vast area, threatening the existence of many planets.

If they recall the forces from those planets, what will happen to the people on them?

"The aliens are also summoning their forces," said Luhay.

"Then we can just summon people from those areas that they called, right?" the Emperor decided as he thought aloud, with a questioning glance at his cabinet minister.

For the Emperor to behave this way—asking for confirmation from his ministers—was a first in the history of the Draconis Empire.

Minister Sharif sighed helplessly. "It seems we have no other choice."

As the aliens began summoning forces from all corners of the Erythar Star System, the Draconis Empire also began gathering their troops.

However, after the war with the alien invasion broke out, many of the scattered commanders and their armies had already perished.

After two days, only a few forces could respond.

At the same time, a massive alien battleship detected a distress signal disguised as a summon.

Officer Khan quickly notified everyone, and once the forces gathered, the distress... no, the summon signal was broadcasted to all.

"The situation on the Planet Veloxia is not looking good."

"They’ve started asking their subordinates for help. If this could be considered optimistic, then the aliens could laugh openly. Actually, they probably already can." Kenny Lin scoffed.

Officer Khan cleared his throat. "What are your thoughts? Based on the information from this signal, the aliens are likely also summoning their forces."

"Aren’t the aliens supposed to be powerful? Do they really need to do this?" Amalia, who had keenly noticed something off, remarked.

"Ms. Amalia is indeed sharp," Major General Rafiq chuckled. "There’s actually a reason for this."

"Please, do elaborate."

"Although the aliens refer to our universe as a low-dimensional universe, it doesn’t mean that our strength is weak. There are still some beings with special abilities, like Ms. Amalia and Mr. Kenny here."

Major General Rafiq clearly knew something, and his tone was laced with mystery.

Amalia squinted, recalling things from her past life. "What Major General Rafiq is referring to... must be people like us."

Major General Rafiq hesitated for a moment. "Yes, similar to the two of you, but you are far stronger than they are."

"So, you’re talking about cultivators. Cultivators have varying levels of strength," Amalia said, piecing things together.

Major General Rafiq’s eyes widened in realization. "So, these people are called cultivators."

"Cultivators?" Officer Khan blinked his eyes in confusion.

"Cultivators is someone whose cultivating oneself to become an Immortal."

A suppressed gasp filled the meeting room.

While some people, like Officer Khan, were confused, others with family backgrounds understood what this meant.

These people operated in secrecy, unknown to the public, but hints could be found in some ancient texts.

"I remember my father mentioning this once," Khalil explained. "Back then, I thought it was something only in TV shows and movies. I never imagined it would be real."

Becoming an immortal—it was such an alluring concept.

"Ms. Amalia, is it true that immortals really never die and have the power to destroy the world?" Khalil couldn’t help but ask.

"Yes," Amalia answered firmly.

Khalil took a deep breath.

"Let’s set aside these side topics for now and return to the main matter," Major General Rafiq said, his wrinkled face showing no change despite the overwhelming allure of immortality, his eyes remaining calm and rational.

"As expected of someone who has been a general," Kenny Lin praised him.

"Mr. Kenny must be joking. I know that not everyone can become an immortal. Moreover, in times like these, it’s not the time to be thinking about such things," Major General Rafiq shook his head.

He wasn’t as noble as people might think.

"To stay true to oneself—that’s one of the conditions for becoming an immortal," Kenny Lin said with a smile.

Major General Rafiq fell silent and then glanced at Amalia.

"Alright," Amalia reminded him to stop.

Kenny Lin grinned and leaned back lazily on the sofa.

Major General Rafiq felt a sense of relief.

After spending time together, he had realized that Mr. Kenny Lin would listened to Ms. Amalia without question.

"Back to the main topic—General, were you implying that the aliens also fear the cultivators among humanity? Is that why they don’t act recklessly?" Amalia continued the discussion.

"At least seventy percent of the reason is that. The aliens don’t want to take unnecessary risks. They seem to have some kind of agreement among themselves, and that is our opportunity," Major General Rafiq said seriously.

"It seems they truly fear cultivators. Does the General know how many cultivators exist in the Empire?"

In her past life, Amalia had only known that there were other cultivators in the universe, but she never knew how many.

Most of them remained hidden in the shadows, rarely appearing in the open.

Furthermore, some cultivators had no worldly desires—they didn’t care for power or wealth and were solely focused on achieving immortality, making them even harder to find.

The ones who were known were usually those who still had some attachment to power, manipulating things from behind the scenes.

For instance, in her past life, Amalia had learned that the Draconis Empire had an underground black market, which was secretly controlled by a cultivator.

Back then, she had tried to purchase a rare cultivation material from the black market, only to accidentally discover the presence of the cultivator.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺

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