I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Although John said those words, his grip on his staff tightened.

He didn't know what the Treemonkey King would decide or whether this creature would be willing to collaborate.

If it worked, that would be ideal, but if not...

He gripped his staff even tighter; he might have to fight for his life.

He hadn't anticipated so many monsters being here; he had expected at most one platinum-tier Boss, but he hadn't foreseen the multitude of lesser creatures.

In fact, it wasn't the Treemonkey King that was the biggest problem but these smaller creatures.

The monkeys around him were already becoming restless, and even some spectators could no longer bear to watch.

"He must be crazy, thinking about collaborating with a Boss?"

"Exactly, Bosses and humans are natural enemies; how could they possibly cooperate?"

"Has he lost his mind? How can he tell the Boss this is a standalone event?"

"Surely the monsters here must know that too?"

"That makes it even less likely they'll cooperate with John. After all, they were living just fine until suddenly these humans disrupted their lives and brought disaster. Who would want that?"

People in the audience were discussing among themselves, each holding their own opinions.

Everyone was waiting to see how things would unfold.

Could John truly be planning to collaborate with this Boss?

That would be incredibly fantastical.

"Kill you, then kill them."

As John stood tensely, a hoarse voice echoed through the air.

John's heart skipped a beat—this Treemonkey King could actually speak!

However...

A puzzled expression crossed John's face.

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The words spoken were not in the common language of the alliance but in a language from his original world.

Hearing the Treemonkey King speak this language, John felt his worldview crumbling.

Had this world gone mad? Or had he?

He could hardly believe he was hearing the language of his original world here!

"Even if you kill me, you cannot prevent the monster tide from coming. In three days, only by cooperating with us can you ensure a better survival for your tribe," John replied.

"We'll leave after just 15 days, and this part of the secret realm will still be yours."

John had learned this language before; although he was not very fluent, he could manage to speak it adequately.

But the spectators in the stands were utterly baffled.

What was this? How could John speak the Boss's language?

Even Geoffrey and Benedict were stunned.

They instinctively looked towards Principal Sophia, knowing that her secret realm had long since become a world of its own.

It was clear to them that the emergence of other entities within this realm was both normal and reasonable.

But how did John know the language of these creatures, and how could he converse so fluently?

This world was far too fantastical!

The Treemonkey King was also surprised that John could speak their language.

His gaze upon John shifted, carrying less murderous intent than before.

Strangely, John sensed a vaguely familiar feeling in the Treemonkey King's eyes… but quickly, he snapped out of that eerie sensation.

"Ahem… so, cooperating with us will definitely not pose any problem for you!" John declared.

The Treemonkey King remained silent, just quietly observing John, seemingly pondering something.

John, deciding to take a relaxed approach, casually sat down on the ground, his posture clearly indicating he had no intention of initiating a fight.

He sat there openly, watching the Treemonkey King.

The Treemonkey King quietly regarded the human before it, sensing that this human was unlike the others it had encountered before.

This human knew their language and now sat so calmly, seemingly unafraid of any attack.

"You killed my kin," the Treemonkey King stated flatly, causing John to awkwardly rub his nose.

"Misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! I really didn't know, I swear. If I had known, would I have attacked? Besides, it was your minions who cornered me, forcing me to use a skill. From start to finish, I was only defending myself."

"Look at all these pits on the ground; your little monkeys did that, not me," John said with an innocent face, as if he had been greatly wronged.

The surrounding monkeys seemed to understand, as they began screeching angrily.

Some even raised stones in their hands, creating a chaotic scene.

Yet, no monkey threw its stone; instead, they all quietly waited for the Treemonkey King's command.

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The Treemonkey King just silently observed John, pondering deeply with flashes of light occasionally gleaming in his pale green eyes.

John, sitting on the ground for a while with no response from the other side, let out an involuntary sigh.

"So, what do you say? Shall we cooperate? If you don't want to, let's just fight and not waste any more time. I really don't have much to spare."

It was either fight or cooperate—waiting around like this was pointless.

He didn't have time to waste; if this stalemate continued, he would only lose precious time.

The surrounding monkeys grew more restless.

The Treemonkey King remained still, standing quietly in his spot.

"How can I trust you?" he finally asked.

The Treemonkey King was well aware that he and his kin were merely considered 'experience points' to these humans.

Yes, experience.

He had remembered this term ever since he overheard it from previous humans, and it had stuck with him.

He also knew how vital this black iron ore and borax were to the humans.

Yet, he insisted on holding onto these lands.

He would show those humans who really was the 'experience' here!

They had lived in this forest for so long and would not be driven away by outsiders.

Hearing this, John felt a slight relief, interpreting the response as an opening for negotiation.

"Besides trusting me, what other choice do you have?" he posed calmly.

"Even if you could kill all those humans, what then? Who will help you fend off the monster wave when it arrives? Are you going to use everything in your fortress?"

"And you know this secret realm has an owner.

If they find out how advanced your intelligence is, are you sure you can continue to exist?" he added pointedly.

Anything that deviates from the norm is seen as heretical in the eyes of others.

While a platinum-tier Boss might possess some intelligence, the Treemonkey King's level of wisdom was excessively advanced.

Anyone would view this as a severe threat, especially since this secret realm is designated for the Star Cluster Academy's trials.

Neither the academy's administration nor Principal Sophia would allow the existence of such a dangerously intelligent being, one that poses a high threat to students.

They are here to select students, not to harm them.

Should there be a significant number of injuries or eliminations here, Star Cluster Academy would not stand idly by.

John was only so bold because those outside could not understand these words.

To them, a platinum-tier Boss possessing such level of wisdom, capable of understanding human speech, was already remarkable.

As for how exactly he could cooperate with the Boss, that would depend on his own abilities.

"Work with me to survive this monster wave, and we will leave afterward. I will keep the details of this incident confidential," John said with a smile, and to show his sincerity, he even put away his staff.

"Besides trusting and collaborating with me, you have no other choice."

Upon hearing what seemed like a threat, the Treemonkey King was visibly displeased, and the surrounding area erupted into chaos with sand flying and stones scattering.

The monkeys also started screaming in anger, and several blaststones were thrown right at John's feet!

This scene startled the onlookers outside.

What was John doing?

Weren't they just talking amicably moments ago?

Could it be that the negotiations had broken down?

And why wasn't he fleeing but instead putting away his weapon?

Was he really considering surrendering?

If you're going to run, then run! What are you sitting there for?