Floating Island - Triple S Talent

She actually had a small guess why their hatred value suddenly changed. Most likely, they abandoned their bad intentions when they saw the power that Nita and Gusti displayed.

However, what still puzzled Nita was, why did they hate the World Market Trade Alliance? They had made small collaborations several times, and the World Market Trade Alliance had even established more than 30 branches in the Indonesian alliance.

"I'll get straight to the point, Princess Nita, our purpose here is to form a cooperation organization with you," Wiko Suryo stated their main objective directly after a few opening words.

"Hmmm... what kind of organization do you mean, Mr. Wiko?" Nita asked curiously. She did not feel that the World Market Trade Alliance would benefit from forming a cooperation with the Indonesian alliance.

"I understand your concern, Princess. At the moment, we indeed do not have a significant effect on the World Market Trade Alliance."

"But we, the Indonesian alliance, have a population of more than 8 million," Wiko Suryo said with a bit of pride. As a former president on Earth, he was indeed trusted by many people, almost the majority of Indonesian society.

"Yes, and so what?" Nita replied with curiosity. The World Market Trade Alliance currently had a population of over 50 million rulers, with 30 million of them being permanent rulers on Lein Island.

"As I said before, we do not have a significant impact at the moment. But has Princess Nita ever heard about the emperor throne contest?" Wiko Suryo said with a small smile.

"When visiting one of the players' realms, I was fortunate to obtain information about the next event that will be released by the system," Wiko Suryo explained.

From Wiko Suryo's explanation, the emperor throne contest is an event where rulers compete for the position of emperor and become the ruler of a realm. The benefits of becoming an emperor are unimaginable; it is said that one can become immortal within 10 years after becoming an emperor.

The emperor throne contest highly values the worth of living beings of a certain race in a realm. To become an emperor, the ruler must prioritize the lives of their citizens. The more votes a ruler receives from other rulers, the higher the chances of that person becoming the emperor.

"Well, princess, if we form an alliance now and start preparing, we will help Mr. Lein to become the emperor of the Divine Sky realm," Wiko Suryo stated his goal with a broad smile.

As a president elected through a democratic system, he understood well that the voice of the people is paramount. Even if you are wealthy and have abundant riches, if you cannot win the hearts of the people, no one will elect you as president when the time comes.

Nita listened to all of Wiko Suryo's explanations. She had indeed heard about the emperor throne contest before. A shopkeeper had told her that all races must unite, in line with what Wiko Suryo was saying.

"Mr. Wiko, is the information you provided valid?" Gusti, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Gusti... The person who told me is a city lord. His words can certainly be trusted," Wiko Suryo replied confidently.

"Mr. Wiko, why did you not join the Human Unity Organization?" a district leader asked.

"I did not join because the requirements were outrageous and inhumane..."

...

The district leaders and Wiko Suryo's group engaged in a light discussion for a while. As district leaders, they spent most of their time managing their areas, so they had plenty of questions.

Moreover, they were more experienced in cooperation between two organizations back on Earth. Nita was quite surprised by the district leaders' questions because they were so detailed.

Twenty-five minutes passed after a lengthy discussion.

"Mr. Wiko, we cannot form any organization."

"If you indeed want to help Mr. Lein become the emperor, then join the World Market Trade Alliance."

Nita did not give a vague answer; she directly stated her decision. Of course, a while ago she had asked Lein, and the result was no need to form an alliance.

"Impossible?" Wiko Suryo said softly...

He had expected this answer earlier. But somehow, he felt very displeased at this moment.

Wiko Suryo showed an unhappy expression, then stood up and said, "What's the matter, princess? Does the World Market Trade Alliance not care about us lower-level alliances?" Wiko Suryo asked impatiently.

"No specific reason, as I said earlier, join the World Market Trade Alliance if you want to cooperate," Nita replied calmly, standing firm in her stance.

"Mr. Wiko, watch your manners. You are in the World Market Trade Alliance area now," Gusti was ready and held his golden hammer in his hand.

Wiko Suryo ignored Gusti, his gaze still fixed on Nita. "Will you not reconsider?" Wiko Suryo asked with difficulty.

Without waiting for Nita to reply, a large hammer was already flying towards his head.

Boom...

Crash...

Chaos...

The meeting room was destroyed, and everyone had activated their devices, all glowing purple.

"Troops... emergency, evacuate immediately."

"Troops... emergency, evacuate immediately."

The voices of military officers were heard. The danger alarm was also sounding, signaling something dangerous, urging everyone to save themselves.

Back to the situation of Nita and Wiko Suryo's group. They were no longer in the room, having all jumped out.

"Haha... Mr. Wiko, you acted without warning," Mr. Tarno's laughter was heard. The hat on his head was spinning with colorful papers.

"Hmm... hmm..." Dewi Anjani was currently flying quite high in the air.

Meanwhile, Dika Mahendra had drawn his weapon, a large Harp about 2 meters tall.

"Princess Nita, you leave me no choice now," Wiko Suryo shouted fiercely. His body was no longer human, but more like a bird-man with golden feathers. The golden feathers fluttered around him, the gleam indicating their sharpness.

"Hmm..." Nita in the distance showed an unpleasant expression. She brushed off the dust from her body and stood up.

"Mr. Gusti!!!"

"You destroyed the building!!!" Nita shouted, looking at Mr. Gusti standing tall, raising the golden hammer in his hand arrogantly.