Chapter Ninety-Five: Is It Really That Fast?

Those who saw the message and planned to investigate were not limited to Kyle, Reynold, the Seer, and Lacey. Others preferred to let someone else go first to test the waters, still hesitating and observing. If the Void God Kassadin truly intended to establish a power and offer joining members a chance to grow stronger, they would immediately go.

Moreover, Harvey's announcement was not confined to the bounty hunter community; anyone on Xandar with internet access or multiple information channels could learn about it.

"Lord Kassadin has founded the Void Cult and announced the location."

"It's not far from us. Should we pay our respects?"

"It's still before noon. Let's wait until after work."

"Alright, it's settled."

Dam and his brothers also received the news, exchanged their thoughts, and in just a few words, settled on a plan.

Over the past month, they had genuinely felt the greatness of the Void. With increasingly powerful abilities, they had become diligent workers, always seeking labor during their days off. Their efforts had earned them more money.

They originally considered quitting their guard jobs to focus on manual labor since the pay was five times higher. However, Dam suggested keeping their current positions, as it would make it easier to apply for the Nova Legion's assessment later.

Once they passed the evaluation and joined the new legion to obtain Nova Armor—even the most basic one-star version—their evolving power would surely elevate their strength exponentially.

Enhanced strength meant they could earn real money.

Dam's reasoning convinced the other three, so they abandoned the idea of resigning.

But when it came to paying a visit to Lord Kassadin, there was no dissent.

As time passed, the message released in Kassadin's name spread at lightning speed across the universe, reaching ever more people.

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Within Void Isle.

Sonya went online and ordered a batch of different basic gravity facilities from Wengesas Corporation. She had no idea which type Mr. Kassadin wanted, nor understood the purpose of such seemingly trivial items.

Still, since Mr. Kassadin instructed her to buy them, she purchased every model available.

Afterward, Sonya began searching for various martial arts tutorials online.

Her abilities had clearly improved, but she was unsure how to fully harness her strength, so she needed to seize every moment to learn.

When the chefs arrived, Sonya would also need to arrange their accommodation in the house and kitchen specially prepared for them.

Though time was short, Sonya had no intention of wasting any. She devoted herself to studying combat techniques, replaying them in her mind to deepen her impression of each movement.

Originally, Sonya thought she would have at least three hours of free time, since the chefs were scheduled to arrive on the midday flight.

But less than an hour later, Sonya received an AI notification: someone had landed on the island.

This startled Sonya, who was in the midst of training, punching a massive wooden beam.

"That can't be so soon, can it?"

Then, something occurred to her, and she murmured in disbelief.

At the same time, Sonya activated her communicator—a projection appeared, showing four people at the island's harbor: three men and one woman.

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Sonya observed the four as they came ashore; their behavior was cautious rather than strange.

She glanced at herself, drenched in sweat, and decided to shower before consulting Mr. Kassadin for his opinion.

The visitors likely received the message from somewhere and wanted to learn more about the Void Cult.

In Mr. Kassadin's presence, she could be more relaxed, as he cared little for such formalities.

But before other future instructors of the Void Cult, she needed to pay more attention to her conduct and image.

Thus, Sonya swiftly returned to the villa, darted into her bedroom's bathroom, and in just ten minutes, changed clothes—white shirt, shorts. She looked bright, pure, and charming, instantly likable and non-threatening.

"Mr. Kassadin, outsiders landed on the island eleven minutes ago."

"They are not the previously scheduled chefs."

Sonya approached Harvey, standing five meters away, and spoke respectfully.

"I know. They are advancing along the path now."

"Go wait for them at the temple."

"Let them read the stele. If they wish to believe after understanding, let them stay. If not, let them go."

Harvey saw Sonya had changed clothes and, hearing her report, did not question her delay. He simply replied offhandedly.

"Yes," Sonya nodded at the instructions and departed.

Harvey knew the identities of the visitors—three were psychics, and the other was Lacey, whom he had met several times.

The message had just been released, and already they were drawn to it; the outcome was promising.

Whether they could seize the opportunity depended on their conversation with Sonya and if they chose to believe.

If they failed to grasp the chance and left, Harvey would not regret it.

With the Void Temple established and the message spread, many would come.

He was willing to offer opportunities, but it depended on whether others could seize them.

If someone joined the Void but remained weak, and displayed arrogance before Sonya, whose abilities were still limited, it would reveal an unqualified temperament.

Such people, once empowered, would fully unleash their prideful nature.

Harvey sipped his iced drink, observing this first batch of visitors.

Meanwhile, Sonya moved swiftly through the trees, soon reaching the steps of the Void Temple to stand and wait for the newcomers.

Even if Mr. Kassadin was not in the temple, Sonya believed he was surely watching from the villa.

Following his words, Sonya knew Kassadin was merely giving the visitors an opportunity.

Whether they could seize it depended entirely on their words, actions, and thoughts—whether they could move him.

Only then would Mr. Kassadin bestow his blessing, granting them entry into the glorious Void.

Sonya was also clear about herself: due to her abilities, she was at best Kassadin’s housekeeper, not yet his executor, but she would strive to become one.