Nightmare Apostle

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell silent. Everyone looked at Yang Xiao with shocked expressions, full of disbelief.

"Ten times?" The comic artist Liu Hongwei almost dropped his glasses in fright, quickly adjusted them and asked, "Are you...are you sure?"

"Listen to him bragging, ten times? Last time I met someone really strong on a mission, and he only did it six times." Wang Yong crossed his arms with a face full of disdain.

"I say, young brother, even bragging should have limits. You must lack understanding of such a world."

The older Zhao Xuejun spoke with the tone of someone with experience, teaching, "I received my first ghost script at age 32, the second at 34, and now at 38, it’s only my third time. How old are you? Not to mention how you survived the previous nine missions, receiving so many ghost scripts is just unreasonable."

He had seen many people who boasted like this before, and without exception, they all died miserably in the end.

Originally, he was too lazy to deal with such small boasting, but the exaggerations of this guy were too much for him to stomach.

Yang Xiao sighed inwardly, indeed people are different, he had actually toned it down.

If he told the truth, counting the ghost scripts he faced in recent years, plus the Secret Realm of Ru Lin Academy, Yi Sect Secret Realm, the Ju Mountain Family’s Secret Realm, it would probably be close to twenty times.

Yang Xiao glanced around at everyone and found that, aside from Wang Yong and Zhao Xuejun, the others didn’t show strong rejection but more confusion after the initial shock.

It was time to show his friendliness. Yang Xiao was very confident in his charisma. He looked at Feng Xiaoyan, a nearby art college student, and asked kindly, "Little sister, you believe in your brother, don’t you?"

"What is the Patrol Defense Office?" Feng Xiaoyan asked blankly.

"It’s like the Justice Apostle alliance, you can think of it as the police in the Apostle World." Yang Xiao explained patiently.

"What’s an Apostle?" Hu Tie Jun, with a scruffy beard, asked from aside.

Yang Xiao was taken aback by this sudden question, and even more astonishingly, noticed that everyone else was looking at him in confusion too.

"No way, you really don’t know what an Apostle is?" Yang Xiao’s defenses were directly broken in the next second.

"Brother Yang Xiao, don’t get anxious, is there some special meaning to this term ’Apostle’?" Feng Xiaoyan comforted Yang Xiao while blinking her eyes, looking incredibly cute.

Yang Xiao fell silent, suddenly recalling a sentence his high school headmaster once said: "You are the worst batch of students I have ever taught."

Indeed, this time Yang Xiao encountered the worst batch of teammates in his Nightmare World experience.

Although the task had just begun, it seemed to have already ended, with one foot already in the Ghost Gate.

"Reverse!"

Just as Yang Xiao was in despair, a voice sounded behind him:

"I believe him."

Yang Xiao slowly turned his head and saw that it was his task wife, no, his wife in the task, Chen Qiaoyun.

She introduced herself as a war reporter, and besides Yang Xiao, she was the one who had cleared the most ghost scripts among those present.

Although only three times.

"I believe him," Chen Qiaoyun repeated, "I also hope everyone can trust him temporarily. We are a team; you all have been through at least one Nightmare World. You should know how terrifying this place can be. We need someone capable of leading us."

"I think Mr. Yang Xiao is quite suitable. Of course, if we find out later that he lacks the ability, we can choose another wise leader. Or if any of you wants to take on this responsibility, that’s fine too. We’ll have a fair election." Chen Qiaoyun said candidly.

"Are you joking, handing our lives over to such a young guy?" Wang Yong was the first to stand up in discontent, yelling at the crowd, "Trusting him is not as good as trusting me. I...I choose myself!"

"Okay then, Mr. Wang is also running. Let’s get straight to it, vote by raising hands," Chen Qiaoyun handled things neatly, scanning the crowd, "Anyone willing to elect Mr. Wang Yong as the spokesperson, please raise your hand."

The next second, an awkward scene occurred: only Wang Yong raised his hand high, while the others watched.

"Next is Mr. Yang Xiao, those in support, please raise your hand." After Chen Qiaoyun spoke, she raised her own hand first.

Perhaps driven by Chen Qiaoyun’s presence, everyone else raised their hand one after another, except for Zhao Xuejun, Yang Xiao received the remaining eight votes.

This left Wang Yong at a loss, getting angry, "You’d rather trust a liar than believe me?"

"Do you know the Patrol Defense Office?" Feng Xiaoyan weakly asked.

"Uh...no." Wang Yong’s face looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Then... what about the meaning he said for ’Apostle’?" Feng Xiaoyan asked again.

Seeing Wang Yong remain silent, Feng Xiaoyan continued, "Since you know nothing, why should we choose you? Compared to you two, at least he has a broader knowledge base."

Wang Yong: "..."

And thus, Yang Xiao’s position as the spokesperson was tentatively settled.

For this, Yang Xiao cast a grateful glance at Chen Qiaoyun; having someone willing to support him under these circumstances was crucial, especially when the two were unfamiliar with each other.

Yang Xiao was certain that it was his personal charm that moved her, his damned charm.

"Since everyone trusts me, I will take up the spokesperson’s position without hesitation, and now I’ll assign the tasks." Yang Xiao said.

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