Qilan Star, night.

"Achoo!"

Yan Hui, who was working in the new office, looked around thoughtfully and silently opened the office environment control interface.

"I knew it!"

Seeing that the environment was different from her previous office setup, Yan Hui slapped her forehead, realizing she had been careless.

The climate of Qilan Star is drier than that of Hualan Star, and the temperature difference between day and night is greater. Although she set it to be the most suitable living environment, the default setting is still suitable for the living environment of the locals.

Yan Hui silently adjusted the office environment back to the same temperature and humidity as when he was on Hualan Star. Then he stood up, put his hands behind his back, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked up at the sky.

The night sky over Qilan Star is a magnificent dark purple, with a long band of stars illuminating the surrounding dark purple sky even brighter. The layered purple hues adorned with the shimmering stars are truly beautiful.

If only there were fewer combat starships flying in the sky.

"Number Two, has anything happened on Qilan Star recently?"

Yan Hui checked his AI brain and found that everything on Qilan Star was normal recently.

"Is it normal for starships to be flying in the sky all the time?"

Yan Hui found it outrageous. He knew the Sixth Legion was a combat-crazed group, but you can't do it like this, can you?

[Master, based on the timeline, Miss Mingmei and her group should have arrived at the Sixth Legion around this time. According to information gathered from the Star Network and other special channels, the newcomers should receive "special treatment." Qilan Star will likely be a special zone for this treatment.]

Number Two, in his emotionless voice, told Yan Hui about all the possible situations that Mingmei and the others might encounter. Late at night, Yan Hui was drinking red wine and looking at the starry sky, listening to the Sixth Legion's stories about tormenting the new recruits.

He seemed to remember the game he had designed for Hu Mingli before, which seemed to include a special treat for newcomers, right?

Is that game difficult?

Yan Hui thought about it for a while, but couldn't seem to come up with anything.

He touched his chin, as if it was because Hu Mingli had advertised for him. He had recently taken on a lot of escape games for legions. What game did he remember Hu Mingli designing at the beginning?

Hmm~

I forgot!

...

"When I registered today, I found it strange that there were so many elderly people. My goodness, I stood out from the crowd."

When Lu Xiaoyao brought it up that evening, Mingmei realized that she wasn't the only one who had encountered this problem.

"They must have realized their predicament too. These guys above us aren't exactly friendly." Mingmei looked out the balcony window at the spaceship looming over them, her voice heavy. "One million may not seem like much for H country's nearly eight hundred million people, but..."

Hearing Mingmei's words, Lu Xiaoyao also sighed.

"Those who understand the trick don't want to go, while those who don't understand are prevented from going by those who do. But, someone always has to go."

Mingmei revealed this cruel truth.

"I saw the information on the external website; the quota there is 200,000."

On the entire ancient planet, the first batch of slaves enslaved by space pirates totaled 1.2 million, but out of the four billion population of the ancient planet, one million came solely from Country H.

Everyone can see that they're being targeted.

This doesn't mean they should send more people to demonstrate their national strength.

"Those idiots are still complaining about how unfair it is, asking why so many people have to come here." Mingmei snorted coldly; she had no interest in knowing the outcome of the negotiations those people had gone through.

And so, Mingmei suddenly began to admire people like Hu Mingli and her second brother.

"However, can this be considered a blessing in disguise?"

Lu Xiaoyao also had a bitter face. These numbers, when mentioned separately, weighed heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She kept trying to think of things in a positive light, and while speaking, she kept looking around without blinking.

It was as if she was trying to find something to focus on, and her words just now seemed to convince herself.

"No matter what, survive first."

My gaze finally fell on the television news, which mentioned genetic modification for extraterrestrial workers...

"No, you wouldn't let me go yesterday, so what's the meaning of you going without telling me and Mom?"

"Then what are you at the registration point?!"

At this moment, Zhen Po was having another huge argument at home.

He ultimately chose to register first, and then spent the rest of the time persuading his family to go together. Unexpectedly, he ran into his father.

"So what! I'm going because of work. What do you want? You're doing a great job as a teacher now. Are you going to teach alien robots on another planet?!"

The man stared at Zhen Po without offering any explanation for his actions that day; he simply glared at her and wouldn't even let his wife touch his outstretched hand.

Today, the father and son should have a proper talk.

"And what about you? You just sit in the government office drinking tea every day, counting down the days until retirement. What kind of work do you need?"

The original idea was that since he had signed up, it would be nice for him and his mother to be together as a family. But what happened?

His father flew into a rage when he saw that he had signed up.

The two argued all the way home. By now, Zhen Po had forgotten her original thought and insisted on arguing with the other about the question of whether she was qualified.

The father and son argued until their faces turned red, until finally the father couldn't hold back and shouted, "If that place were really that good, why wouldn't the authorities encourage the people but instead make us sign up first?!"

"I know, that's..."

Zhen Po was suddenly rendered speechless by the shout. His father had said that space pirates were not good people, so all the "coaxing" words he had thought of earlier had no effect.

"You two—both of you signed up?"

At that moment, the mother, who was standing to the side, interrupted with a quiet voice. The father and son were startled, and then they looked at each other, both seeing the guilty conscience in each other.

They seem to have forgotten that their mother (wife) was there.

The father and son slowly turned their heads to look at the only woman in the house, and their previous imposing manner instantly weakened.

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The father and son had been arguing and neither would give in, but now, facing the only person in the family who seemed to know nothing about it, they both felt incredibly guilty.

"Since you've all signed up, count me in."

...

"The public response has been tremendous, with over 100 million people registering."

Despite seeing the astonishing numbers compiled on the computer, Mu Chen and his colleagues remained completely unmoved.

A large portion of these people will be screened out.

"We need to select young people, people from all walks of life..."

Looking at the compiled data, Mu Chen made a decision immediately. He stood up and said, "Let's screen it like this for now. I will report the situation to my superiors."

Historically, it's unclear what kind of people those 300,000 people were, but now that they're in the game, at this point in time, since he knows everyone will have to start from scratch, he needs to try his best to select people from different industries...