The Strongest War God

Chapter 1999: The Young Man in the Wheelchair Chapter 1999: The Young Man in the Wheelchair Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal stood before the seven-story building, observing the two experts clad in golden armor.

A level four transcendent opened the door.

This was clearly meant as a show of power.

“Yes,” the golden-armored expert on the left said calmly, “to enter the posthouse, you need to pay a hundred gray stones.” “Alright.” Braydon raised his hand, producing a hundred transcendence stones.

The expert let him through without issue, though a flicker of doubt crossed his gaze.  He couldn’t quite sense Braydon’s cultivation level.  Either this young man was stronger than he appeared, or he was using something to conceal his aura.  But, it wasn’t his place to ask.

Braydon entered the posthouse pavilion, knowing it to be the most bustling spot in the universe’s relay station.  This was where transcendent experts traversing the universe came to exchange items, information, and take on missions.

He entered the first level.

Swoosh!

It felt as though he’d stepped into another dimension.  The vast hall was filled with over a thousand people, each choosing a spot to drink, converse, or display items for barter under their feet.

Nearly all here were lower-level transcendents.  At level four transcendent and below, survival outside the universe was brutal.  Not only did they face the might of higher-level experts, but they also contended with the attacks of powerful void beasts.

Among these void beasts were some with battle prowess rivaling a level ten transcendent.  Braydon himself had encountered such creatures.

With a faint smile, Braydon reflected on how long it had been since he’d last visited the posthouse.

Suddenly, a stir rose from the crowd.

“A new mission!” someone exclaimed.

Swoosh!

A thousand heads turned.

In the posthouse, the mission board displayed a list of unusual characters.  Some missions sought void beast hunters, others called for small teams to explore the Nine Illusion Sea, and a few were bounty postings for bodyguards.  Hundreds of missions lined the board, most rarely accepted.

For many reasons, the missions remained.  Some were immediately taken up by transcendent experts, only to end in failure.  Such failures warned these experts of extreme danger: accepting a mission often meant the previous takers hadn’t survived.

Thus, each considered carefully if the reward justified the risk to life—and if they could afford it.

While the rewards were appealing, survival mattered more.

Braydon looked up at the wall before him.  A scroll appeared, bearing two lines of text: “Seeking five level three transcendent experts to travel to the Nine Illusion Sea in search of goblin fruit.

Rewards: Leader receives a level three weapon and 300,000 gray stones; each member, 300,000 gray stones.” At once, there were chuckles.

“Ha!

They’re getting bolder, asking us to head to the Nine Illusion Sea for such a paltry reward.

What are they thinking?” “They’re dreaming.

Everyone knows the Nine Illusion Sea is treacherous.” “Even a level four transcendent expert in the Nine Illusion Sea barely reaches the outer edge with an 80% chance of death.

Do they think we’re fools?” Dissatisfied voices echoed.

In a nearby corner, an old man sat beside a young man, whose precious armor framed his stern face.

“These lowly folks actually think the pay is low!” the young man scoffed.

The old man stood, calm.

“Young Master, it’s not worth getting angry.

This mission was issued by my young master.

I’ll be leading it myself.” And with that— Swoosh!

A terrifying aura filled the room: level five pressure.

The leader was a rank five supreme transcendent.

Everyone fell silent, stunned.

They knew better than to provoke such power, and they understood that with a level five leader, their chances of survival rose significantly.

Past low-paying missions rarely attracted level fives; only wandering transcendents, those scraping by, would consider such risks for necessary resources.

Seeing the hesitation, the old man continued, “This journey is just for my young master’s experience.

Beyond the goblin fruits, everything else found will be yours.” Temptation flickered among them.  Dangerous as the Nine Illusion Sea was, it held unique treasures.  As long as they survived, they could gain significantly.

But Braydon shook his head, recognizing the emptiness of this promise.  If a true treasure appeared, none of the level three transcendents who joined would live; the old man would silence them to keep it for himself.

Braydon observed the mission board, where countless postings had lingered for ages.  One mission caught his eye: “We urgently need 100 transcendent experts to escort us to the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

Payment negotiable!” The description was brief, containing only a single line.

Beside Braydon, a red-haired girl glanced at the panel and warned, “This is one of the most dangerous missions here.

The reward is immense, but a hundred transcendent level experts, even with a level four leader, all perished within half a day.” Nearby voices murmured.

“The one who posted this mission has caused trouble.

Experts are waiting outside to ambush him the moment he leaves.” The posthouse was a sanctuary, built by high-level cultivators, no lower than level seven.  Some posthouses, created by level nine transcendents, were nearly untouchable.

“Where’s the person who posted this mission?” Braydon asked, intrigued.

“Second floor,” the red-haired girl replied, shaking her head.

Without hesitation, Braydon ascended to the second floor.  He found a gathering of transcendent experts, a white-robed young man in a wheelchair, tended by an old woman, coughing softly.

It was him who had posted the mission.

“Are you the one summoning a hundred transcendent experts?” Braydon asked.

“Yes, sir!” The young man’s phoenix eyes held a calmness.

“You’ve heard of the mission’s danger, I presume?” he asked.

“I have,” Braydon replied with a smile.

The white-robed young man looked surprised.

“I can’t read your aura.

Yes, I need a hundred transcendent experts for protection.

The stronger, the better.

As for payment, it’s triple the standard rate.”