Nori shook his head. He had planned out his next steps. Whether or not he would succeed would depend on his luck, but as long as he managed to do what he needed to, he would benefit a lot.
Nori took a deep breath before he said, his expression stem with resolute, “We can’t leave; we need to join them. Not only that, but we have to emerge as victors.”
Morine had a look of complete shock as he stared at Steven, realizing how committed he was.
Earlier, Nori had just said that he was right, that going in would put himself in a lot of danger. This battle was already a huge problem for Morine. Participating was equal to throwing oneself into the problem with not much to gain from it!
Morine’s lips twitched, suddenly finding himself at a loss for words.
Various thoughts played in his head. If they joined, Nori would definitely attract attention with his skills. His identity might even end up being exposed over some minute detail. Then, the warriors from second-grade worlds would do everything they could to attack Bolot.
They could not even rely on the warriors from third-grade worlds this time. All of them who were in the battle were those who stood at the top and were selfish. They would not even blink when regular warriors died in front of them as long as it did not affect them personally, let alone Bolot.
Meanwhile, Morine supposed it was not just the warriors from second-grade worlds who hated Nori for various reasons.
A fraction of the third-grade-world warriors probably hated Nori too. After all, Nori was practically a god in the eyes of the regular warriors from third-grade worlds, and those who sat at the summit of these worlds never protected the regular warriors when it was needed.
Instead, a warrior from Hestia that appeared out of nowhere had saved them. The ones that stood at the top had lost a lot of their respect and authority from that.
Morine was sure that all of those people probably pinned the blame on Bolot. They were the ones at fault, but never would they concede to this.
The ones gathered there were all the warriors from third-grade worlds who hated Nori the most. The moment Nori’s identity was exposed, he might end up getting attacked en masse.
Just thinking of this made Morine anxious.
He looked up and said seriously, “Think this through, Bolot. Didn’t you say that you could be trapped in the tidal wave if you join? It won’t be easy for you to escape then. Just think about it, if your identity is exposed…”
Before Morine could finish, Nori stopped him.
He turned and patted Morine on the shoulder. “I know what you’re worried about, but I’ve already thought about it. Don’t worry, I won’t put myself in danger.”
Nori stopped at this, not going into detail regarding his thoughts. However, Morine was more worried because of that. He felt like he was at the edge of a cliff.
He understood how Nori was. Once he decided on something, nothing Morine said would sway him. He knew that he should trust Nori’s decision, but he could not help but worry.
Just as he was panicking, he saw four people gathered together in the distance.
Morine’s attention was suddenly attracted. He looked over and noticed that on the fringes of the battle were groups of two or three, or groups of four to five sitting on the ground together.