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“This…”

Sophie Kerrigan suddenly felt that the world was somewhat magical.

If she remembered correctly, not long ago, Logan seemed to have offended this Angel God under her constant attention.

She even thought about how to find a way to reconcile them-

After all, behind Heather Graham is the Angel King, and she herself is the Angel God, with extremely high qualifications and in the same World Community, not suitable for offending casually.

As a result, when she turned her head, Heather Graham was willing to stand by Logan’s side and endorse him, resisting the pressure of other Deities’ coveting.

Sophie Kerrigan suddenly felt like she was a bit redundant…

“Alright, then just wait.’

“By the way, the Council is currently holding a relatively high-profile meeting.

I will submit your Race Upgrade Application now.”

Sophie Kerrigan said,

“At a high-profile meeting, there is more likely to receive additional rewards,”

“If possible, that would be great.” Logan felt a little surprised,

“Thank you, teacher.”

Sophie Kerrigan nodded listlessly and started operating on her hyperdimensional mark.

Soon, a Race Upgrade Application co-signed by her and Heather Graham was submitted to the ongoing Council meeting using her substitute councillor’s special authority, which she had only once per quarter,

“Although your civilization has not fully condensed spirituality, and you have not refined spirituality to advance into a Giant Spirit.”

“But I’ve extracted some evidence, so there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“Is there anything else?”

Sophie Kerrigan looked at the youngster in front of her who she hadn’t seen for a long time but missed in her heart, and spoke unhappily,

“If there’s nothing else, just leave.”

“Indeed, there is something else.” Logan hurriedly spoke, with some seriousness in his tone, “Teacher, please tell the student.”

“Do you know anything about my race being the Goblin Tribe?”

“You found out?”

Sophie Kerrigan was slightly stunned before responding,

“I forgot, you’re already a One-Star Citizen, qualified to keep your own files, and can trace back to when someone tampered with you.”

“Yes, teacher.”

Logan looked at the blood-haired lady in front of him who treated him as her own, feeling a mixture of emotions.

Actually, when he got the file and heard what Heather Graham had said, he had thought about why the teacher didn’t tell him.

Was she afraid that he would be impulsive?

But, how impulsive can an ant be in front of an elephant?

Not understanding, he simply stopped thinking about it.

Logan chose to ask directly, as it was a sign of respect for his feelings toward his teacher.

“Yes, I’ve always known.”

Sophie Kerrigan didn’t hesitate and said,

“I didn’t tell you before in order to protect you.”

“Of course, if you were willing to change your race at that time, I would have told you.”

“But your Goblin Tribe at that time was really hopeless, so I didn’t tell you.” “Now it can be said -”

“You should know about Mud Hell, and offending the Imaginary Overlord and Supreme Lord…”

“The Mud Hell Master who was battered by the Supreme Lord’s two Nuclear

God Fists and barely survived.”

Seeing Logan nod, Sophie Kerrigan continued,

“Because of the curse imposed by the Imaginary Overlord, Mud Hell can only get weaker and weaker.”

“However, the Mud Hell Master, while threatening the Federation with the self-destruction of Blue Star, didn’t want to die either.”

“So he’s been using despicable means to swap the initial races of some unlucky Divine Players.”

[Backstory: The Imaginary Overlord cursed the Turtlefield Aristocratic family’s descendants, so all new generations of Divine Players could only randomly get the Prisoner-Origin races.]

[Backstory 2: Most side branches of the Turtlefield Aristocratic family are abandoned, and the main branch and a few side branches can use treasures to exchange the initial races and worlds of other Newbie Divine Players, but there are usually huge side effects.]

“Are you asking why the Federation isn’t intervening?

“Every year there are hundreds of thousands of Newbie Divine Players, and only three or four are exchanged, and they don’t have deep backgrounds.” “What’s the point of intervention?”

“You surely don’t think the Federation should be naive and only focus on upholding justice, do you?”

“Besides, this soft-cutting method does work, and Mud Hell has been continuously weakening without any sign of improvement.”

“The Mud Hell Master is going to die.”

“But even if he’s dying, he’s not someone a small high-ranking Overstep like me can provoke.”

Although Sophie Kerrigan appeared indifferent, her tone was still cold,

“But the day I step into the King’s Throne, the high-ranking Oversteps in Mud Hell will be extinct!”

Oh, so she wasn’t indifferent to it.

Logan nodded slightly and said,

“Then, teacher, do you know which Turtlefield was responsible for swapping my race?”

“Darius Turtlefield.”

Sophie Kerrigan said without hesitation,

“A descendant of the Turtlefield Aristocra tic Family who barely counts as the main branch.”

“I heard recently he was driven out of his world by the race under his command, probably a side effect of swapping races and worlds.”

“The initial race wouldn’t unconditionally loyal to him, and the world didn’t suit him either.”

“By the way, Darius Turtlefield seems to have a good relationship with Abyss Turtlefield. ”

When she said this, Sophie Kerrigan glanced at Logan,

“If there’s any hope for the Turtlefield Aristocratic Family to turn the situation around, it might be on Abyss Turtlefield..”