My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 431 - 395: Let’s Just Be the Runner-up This Year

The news Jared Miles brought back was a bolt from the blue for DAF.

They had only heard about gaming pods being popularized in the news, but they hadn’t been fully released to the market, so the concept was completely foreign to them.

With less than a month until the competition, they had to find two players who could completely master the gaming pods in that time.

After Jared Miles’s people delivered the gaming pods from Crestland, Alvin Morgan immediately called his second brother and brought out the gaming pods his own family had developed but never released.

Only then did Jared Miles learn that the Morgan Family had been the first to develop gaming pods. Because of their comprehensive analysis features, extreme realism, and secure, accurate data, Veridia had been using these pods as training simulators in major bases for years, constantly upgrading them annually.

Compared to Crestland’s gaming pods, Veridia’s were far more advanced.

Years ago, the International Martial Alliance had taken an interest in these gaming pods, but due to imperfect technology, they were never promoted to the public.

Since they wanted to promote them now, the Morgan Family would also make a gesture of good faith.

A cold glint appeared on Alvin Morgan’s face. He said to Benjamin Morgan, "Contact Second Brother. Release the 3.0 version of the gaming pods to the market."

’Do they really think we can’t win just because they changed the rules?’

Benjamin Morgan asked hesitantly, "Sir, this is a major issue. As for the Old Master..."

"The Old Master will agree."

Meanwhile, Cassius Morgan had already received a notice from the International Martial Alliance about preparing for the public promotion of the gaming pods.

Cassius Morgan immediately called the research institute to inquire about the situation. He heard a researcher on the other end say, "Family Head, our most mature version of the gaming pod is currently version 3.0. The Young Master has already told us to prepare it."

Cassius Morgan was taken aback. He thought for a moment. ’That little brat must have told his second brother, right?’

The researcher chuckled. "Family Head, did you watch the gaming competition the Third Young Master participated in a while ago?"

"A gaming competition? He’s fooling around again instead of doing proper work," Cassius Morgan replied, seeming displeased.

To his surprise, the researcher replied, "Family Head, all the young people play games these days. Besides, this is a matter of bringing glory to the country."

"Hmph..."

"Family Head, my grandson is a huge fan of the Third Young Master and Miss Sinclair. You absolutely have to help me get their autographs..."

Cassius Morgan froze for a moment. "Aurora is in the gaming competition too?"

"Yes! My grandson said the two of them led their team to win the national championship, and next month they’re representing Veridia in the Arcadian Championship..."

...

After hanging up, Cassius Morgan’s face was flushed with pride. He immediately bellowed, "Flynn Morgan—"

"Family Head, Ford isn’t here." Reed Morgan hurried in from outside.

Cassius Morgan suddenly remembered that Flynn had requested leave to attend some kind of closed-door training. "Reed, find me the match videos of that little brat and my granddaughter-in-law. I want to see..."

***

The international tournament for *Conquest of Glory* was divided into continental championships and a world championship.

The new rules would be implemented starting from the continental championships, so they had less than a month to get familiar with the gaming pods.

Because the Morgan Family released the 3.0 version of their gaming pods, it immediately attracted the avid attention of e-sports teams from Veridia and neighboring countries.

When Max from Crestland’s GOI Team heard that gaming pods developed by Veridia had also been designated for the *Conquest of Glory* international tournament, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Seeing his expression, Elias Lennox let out a soft chuckle. "And here I thought you’d come up with some brilliant idea. You walked right into their trap..."

"Then what do we do?" Max was now kicking himself.

He never expected that the gaming pods were actually something Veridia had pioneered.

Elias Lennox shrugged, a look on his face like someone enjoying a show. "Suck it up..."

Max’s face turned even more livid. "This is no time for jokes."

The corners of Elias Lennox’s mouth curved up. "I’m not joking."

He gave him a look full of deep meaning. "Those two are not simple people. That White is one of the Morgans."

"What?" Max shot to his feet in shock. "Are you serious?"

The Morgans held an extremely high status in international society and were always hailed by the scientific community as the ’Light of Science’.

At the International Association of Physicists, a place that gathers the world’s top scientific talents, the Morgan Family held two of the S-level researcher positions, the highest rank.

’Someone from a family of scientists is running off to play games?’

’That’s just too incredible to believe.’

Max stared blankly at Elias Lennox for a moment. "How do you know all this?"

He wasn’t an idiot. This was top-secret information that no ordinary person would know.

He knew Elias Lennox had connections with the higher-ups in the International Martial Alliance, but he didn’t know his specific identity.

"I have my sources, of course."

"No wonder he’s so good at playing a Summoner..."

Elias Lennox suddenly scoffed, standing up. He seemed to hold White in great contempt.

Max asked hurriedly, "Elias, can we really not beat them this time?"

Elias Lennox replied coldly, "Just settle for being the runner-up this year!"

"Aren’t you competing?"

"No, I have more important things to do."

As Elias Lennox thought of the Guardian Conference a year from now, the Power emanating from him seemed to change.

***

"ACHOO—"

Master Aerion suddenly sneezed.

He looked up at the sky, gazing at the brilliantly shining Emperor Star, and began to calculate with his fingers.

Soon, his expression grew grave. He muttered under his breath, "Too many romantic entanglements aren’t a good thing..."

"Tch. Whose romantic entanglements?"

Master Aerion turned to see Ronan Warner walking over with a small teapot.

The Snow Wolf King by his side was constantly wagging its tail, and its fawning behavior made Master Aerion fume.

’That wolf pup. Ever since it had some of Warner’s nourishing soup, it’s been hovering around him all day long. Its fawning manner is making my teeth itch with irritation.’

Ronan Warner poured himself a cup of tea and said calmly, "Master Aerion, the path ahead for your disciple will not be an easy one."

Master Aerion stopped ruffling the Snow Wolf King’s head. "Those destined for greatness will never have a smooth journey..."

"You’ve suspected your senior brother for a long time, haven’t you?" Ronan Warner took a sip of his tea.

Master Aerion’s body stiffened.

Ronan Warner continued, "Back when Martial Uncle Quentin Miles was being prepared for burial, you wouldn’t let me touch his body. You were afraid I’d discover his cause of death was related to Henry Miles, weren’t you?"

Master Aerion slowly straightened up, his gaze calm as he looked at him for a moment. "Master, even at his death, wanted to bring him back..."

Ronan Warner’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Master was cultivating the Seventh Layer of the Radiant Void Fist at the time to keep Senior Brother on the mountain. Because Master knew how incredibly interested he was in the Radiant Void Fist, but..."

...

"Henry Miles, if you dare take one step out of here, you can forget about ever learning the Seventh Layer." Quentin Miles’s expression was grim.

He was at a critical moment in his attempt to break through to the Seventh Layer of the Radiant Void Fist, yet his eldest disciple, Henry Miles, wanted to leave the mountain at this very moment.

He had no choice but to divert a sliver of his concentration to stop him.

"Master, what I am doing is for the good of all humanity. Why won’t you support me?"

"Martial Cultivation is, by its very nature, an act that defies the heavens. It must never be pursued for the sake of one’s own selfish desires."

"Then aren’t the people of the Holy Mountain also pursuing their own selfish desires by hunting our people for thousands of years? Master, please forgive your disciple for being unfilial!"

Henry Miles left with absolute resolve. His cold, departing figure sent a jolt through Quentin Miles’s heart, and his focus suddenly shattered.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

"Master..." Henry Miles immediately spun around to support his master.

But just then, his master suddenly struck out at him, as if intending to cripple his martial abilities.

Unexpectedly, Henry Miles’s strength had long since surpassed his master’s. After they had exchanged over a hundred moves, Henry lost control and struck Quentin Miles’s chest with his palm.

Although Henry Miles’s expression changed drastically and he immediately retracted his power, Quentin Miles still suffered a severe internal injury.

"Master..." Vance, who had been watching in secret, immediately rushed forward, his face filled with fury as he looked at Henry Miles. "Eldest Brother, how could you be so ruthless to Master?"

"I didn’t mean to..."

While Henry Miles stood there at a complete loss, Quentin Miles suddenly forced himself to use the Seventh Layer of the Fist Technique, striking him heavily.

"AHHH—"

More than half of Henry Miles’s meridians were destroyed by Quentin Miles, and he fell unconscious.

As for Quentin Miles, because he had forcibly wielded the Power of Heaven and Earth, he suffered from cultivation deviation and passed away not long after.

...

Master Aerion gazed at the distant Kaelan Mountains, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.