Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Admiral Mike's performance was undoubtedly the highlight of this Holy Meeting. He defeated a ninth-tier sea beast with a thunderous force, demonstrating a strength far superior to that of the other contestants.

In comparison, although second-place Lilma also defeated an eighth-tier sea beast, his performance was rather mediocre. The gap between eighth and ninth tiers was like an insurmountable chasm.

Even if a large number of seventh- and eighth-tier sea beasts were combined, they would not be able to compare to a ninth-tier sea beast. Admiral Mike's strength far surpassed that of the other contestants.

The sea sparkled, and the square of Atlantis was bustling with people. As the male mermen who had hunted sea beasts returned one after another, the crowd automatically parted to make way for the heroes who hunted the sea beasts.

Some of them bore scars, yet held their heads high; some males dragged enormous prey. The warriors who returned with the carcasses of high-ranking sea beasts were invariably greeted with cheers.

Many female mermaids in the crowd held carefully selected corals and shells, while some more skilled women held hand-woven, colorful scale belts or fishtail chains. When their favorite males passed by, they tossed these beautiful little gifts to their chosen ones. The colorful corals and pearl-shimmering shells drew graceful arcs through the water, soaring towards the warriors.

If the male is interested in the female who gave him the gift, he can take the gift and express his feelings to the female.

Mermaids who are attracted to each other will participate in a grand collective pairing ceremony.

Even under the open marriage system of Atlantis, the number of members a family could accommodate was uncertain.

Luo Xi saw with her own eyes that three males who had just returned from hunting sea beasts gathered with two females, kissing, hugging and lifting them up high. It seemed that if they continued this, the scene would not pass the review.

She silently looked away...

A sudden commotion erupted from the crowd, a clamor rising and falling. Lilma, swinging his powerful tail and carrying a massive eighth-tier sea beast on his shoulders, slowly swam toward the center of the square.

The sea beast was massive, pitch black, like a moving mountain. Its skin was covered in sharp bone spurs, each one gleaming with a cold light, as if it could easily tear apart anything that approached. Even in death, its ferocious face still terrified people. Its gaping maw revealed rows of fangs, ready to tear its prey apart at any moment.

A wound deep enough to reveal the bone pierced Lilma's shoulder, and blood slowly drifted through the seawater, forming a red mist. This was undoubtedly a trophy from his battle with a sea beast, a testament to his courage and strength. Despite the injury, Lilma maintained an upright posture, demonstrating the strength of a male mermaid.

The female mermaids arrayed on either side of the boat were instantly excited upon seeing this. They tossed carefully prepared gifts toward Lilma, hoping to attract the warrior's attention. Colorful corals traced graceful arcs through the water, and pearly shells shimmered like shooting stars, flying toward Lilma.

However, Lilma ignored these enthusiastic overtures. With his gaze fixed on Rosie, he swam straight in her direction. The crowd around him parted, making way for him. The current rippled around his powerful frame, stirring up a trail of tiny bubbles.

Each swing of Lilma's tail was powerful, the eighth-rank sea beast on his shoulder not slowing him down in the slightest. Blood still seeped from his wound, leaving a faint crimson trail in the clear water. Yet, his expression showed no trace of pain, but rather one of determination and confidence.

When Lilma reached Rosie, he finally stopped. Rosie could clearly see his muscular upper body and the deep wound that reached the bone. Lilma looked directly into Rosie's eyes, his gaze filled with eagerness and anticipation. His voice was low and firm: "Your Excellency, I am willing to offer you this green crystal from an eighth-level sea beast. If I am fortunate enough to become your mate, it will be the honor of my life."

As soon as Lilma finished speaking, the crowd around him suddenly became excited.

In the sacred meeting, males would present green crystals obtained from hunting sea beasts to the females they liked, which was a traditional way of expressing respect and love.

The female mermaids were talking among themselves, and exclamations came one after another.

"Oh my god, an eighth-level green crystal!" exclaimed a graceful female mermaid, her tail gleaming with pink light. "If it were me, I would have agreed without hesitation."

"That's right!" another female agreed, her eyes sparkling with envy. "I'd even be willing to bring a dozen of my sisters along to marry him. A warrior like him deserves the best."

The surrounding female mermaids nodded in agreement, their eyes full of longing. They all turned their gazes to Rosie, eager to see how the Saint would react.

Standing next to Rosie, Rhine couldn't help but tense up. His slender fingers twisted together unconsciously, and a hint of worry flashed in his beautiful blue eyes. He glanced at Rosie cautiously, afraid to miss any change in her expression.

However, Rosie's reaction was unexpected. She looked at Lilma calmly, her expression expressionless. Just when everyone expected her to accept, Rosie spoke in a clear and firm voice:

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Lilma. However, I must decline your offer."

This sentence exploded in the crowd like a bombshell. Everyone stared with wide eyes, unable to believe their ears.

Lain tilted his head to glance at her, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Lilma's face, but it was quickly replaced by a confident smile. He lowered his voice, as if thinking it would make him more charming:

"I understand that a noble female like you must be very reserved. Don't worry, I can court you a few more times so that you can fully demonstrate your status."

His eyes were filled with enthusiasm as he continued, "Or would you prefer gifts? I can offer you even more treasures. I'm willing to give you anything if you agree to be my partner."

Rosie frowned, finding Lilma's words absurd. She couldn't understand why this male was so confident, as if she would definitely agree.

"I appreciate your kindness," Rosie said firmly, "but my answer will not change. Please understand and respect my decision."

However, Lilma seemed unwilling to accept rejection. He still had a confident smile on his face, and his tone was a bit frivolous:

"Don't be so hasty to draw conclusions, Your Excellency," Lilma said with a confident smile. "We mermaids will soon be performing our courtship dance. I'm the most skilled dancer among the males, so you must enjoy watching me."

His eyes lingered on Rosie, and there was a hint of elusive sinisterness in his eyes. Rosie felt a little uncomfortable, but she forced herself to remain calm and nodded politely.

Lilma turned around, but at that moment, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a gloomy and ugly expression. This subtle change did not escape Rosie's keen observation.

Rosie watched Lilma go, alarm bells blazing. She realized this man was not only arrogant but also narrow-minded; she'd have to be more vigilant in the future. She subconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning slightly white from the strain.

She couldn't help but feel a little bitter. She was already isolated and helpless here, and now it seemed that she had unintentionally created a powerful enemy for herself.

I hope this unstable factor will not affect my plans.

Standing nearby, Laing sensed Rosie's uneasiness. He approached gently, his long, seaweed-blue hair drifting softly in the water. "Don't be afraid, I'm here," Laing whispered soothingly, his voice as gentle as the waves on the seabed.

Hearing these gentle words, Rosie felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She turned to look at Ryan, meeting his breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes. The concern and protectiveness in Ryan's eyes made Rosie relax a little.

She gave Laing a grateful smile.

Atop his throne, Orlando, the Sea King, took in everything. His neatly cut blue hair swayed gently in the water, and his coral crown reflected a brilliant light. An elusive look flashed in his deep eyes, as if he were pondering something.

At this moment, cheers even louder than before suddenly erupted from under the platform.

The excitement of the crowd surged like the waves of the sea, and even made Luo Xi feel that the sea surface might have been set off by huge waves, as if the entire underwater world was boiling.

Just by hearing the deafening cheers, Rosie could guess who the visitor was.

Sure enough, the crowd automatically parted to both sides, making way for a passage.

Admiral Mike slowly emerged into view, his brilliant golden hair gently swaying in the water like a burning flame, drawing the most attention.

The females on both sides went crazy, their eyes were passionate and obsessed, as if they wanted to eat Admiral Mike alive.

They rushed to throw the gifts in their hands to Mike, their movements eager and full of desire.

Various precious gems streaked across the sky, shining brightly and falling like shooting stars.

Rare seaweed fabrics flutter lightly, carrying a faint scent of sea water.

There are also those shells that symbolize love, each of which has been carefully selected, smooth and round, sparkling with a charming luster.

These gifts flew towards Mike like raindrops, interweaving into a colorful picture in the air.

You know, Admiral Mike is one of the only two ninth-level strongmen in the Atlantis Empire. No one can match his strength and status.

He is a descendant of the Yan clan, second only to the Sea God clan. He has noble bloodline and possesses awe-inspiring power.

Which female wouldn't be moved by a male like this, and which female wouldn't secretly admire him?

Although giving birth to a descendant of the Yan clan is life-threatening, this does not stop their enthusiasm.

They secretly thought that as long as they didn't have offspring, there would be no danger.

At this moment, they only want to offer their most precious things to this powerful male in the hope of winning his favor.

The females' eager gazes flooded towards Admiral Mike, trying to attract his attention. However, these expectant glances were ultimately in vain.

Admiral Mike looked straight ahead, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. His tall and straight figure was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, yet it was as if there was an invisible barrier between him and everyone else, blocking out their sight and emotions.

When those carefully prepared gifts approached his body, they seemed to hit a transparent wall. They changed direction and automatically deflected away, unable to touch him at all.

He didn't carry the massive carcass of a sea beast like Lilma did, displaying his strength. However, the powerful aura he exuded gave people an even stronger sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression does not come from external intimidation, but from his inner strength and cold temperament.

This kind of temperament is as unfathomable as the deep sea, which makes people feel awe and dare not approach easily.

Admiral Mike walked up to Orlando and said, "Your Majesty, I have fulfilled your mission."

Orlando nodded slightly, his eyes showing approval. His coral crown shone brightly on his head, and the majestic voice of the Sea King echoed through the water:

"Mike, who are you going to give this precious green crystal to?"

Although the corpse of the ninth-level sea beast turned into nothing in the explosion, the green crystal containing huge energy remained intact.

Admiral Mike slowly slid his hand across the space button, and a huge green crystal appeared out of thin air in his palm.

In Mike's hands, the green crystal shone with a shimmering green light, like a concentrated star. Its radiance was soft yet not glaring, as if it were revealing an eternal secret. The surrounding water seemed to soften with its presence, gently circling this magical crystal.

With the appearance of the ninth-order green crystal, the entire holy venue fell into silence in an instant.

The green crystal reflects a dazzling light. Each ray of light seems to contain infinite vitality, making people want to reach out and touch it.

Exclamations and whispers soon filled the air.

"Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen a ninth-level green crystal with my own eyes!"

"The highest grade green crystal my partner gave me was only level five. If I could get a level six, I would be content for the rest of my life."

"With a green crystal like this, I would be willing to die immediately."

"Then can you leave the green crystal to me after you die?"

"roll!"

Luo Xi listened to these conversations and fell into deep thought. In this world, the importance of the Green Crystal far exceeded her imagination. She glanced at Lain beside her and saw that His Highness the Young Emperor was also staring intently at the Green Crystal, his blue eyes gleaming with a complex light.

He turned slowly, his eyes passing through the crowd, and seemed to fall in the direction of Rosie.

The audience on the platform suddenly became agitated. They whispered to each other and wondered whether Admiral Mike would present this precious green crystal to the highly anticipated saint.

However, to everyone's surprise, Admiral Mike quickly looked away.

He turned to Orlando and replied respectfully, "Sire, she is easily shy. I will give this gift to her privately."