Then I went up to the mission reception platform.

This human professional,

He went up to check and found he couldn't accept the task; he wanted to just pack up and leave.

He'll probably be beaten half to a pulp.

The general public is everywhere.

Just wait and see Ye Mo get beaten half to death...

But they didn't know,

Ye Mo wasn't deliberately let in by the two Titan guards.

These two Titan guards, named Atai and Azhuang,

The giant steel blade in his hand was directly stuck in front of Ye Mo.

But to their surprise, Ye Mo easily pried it open.

One in each hand!

Even if they used all their strength,

Even that couldn't budge Ye Mo in the slightest!

The two Titan guards were shocked.

What incredible power!

As a level 450 Titan race professional,

Their strength attribute is as high as 15 million!

That's a level 500 top-tier professional.

They might not even have such strong power attributes as them!

They easily deflected their double-edged swords with their bare hands.

How strong must this strength attribute be?!

It can't exceed 30 million!

He is a level 200 professional.

How did you achieve such a powerful strength attribute?

"Hey, a new person has arrived!"

There aren't many things on this platform.

A row of elegant seats made of crystal,

It's a bit like the seating arrangement in a bar.

Then there was a huge screen.

The list above shows acceptable post-apocalyptic missions.

Finally, there was a very ordinary registration area, similar to a bank lobby.

A level 300 Whispering Star Clan professional was in charge of registration.

They look like crow-men with bird heads and human bodies.

The person who just spoke was this person.

Ye Mo looked around.

Fifteen or sixteen highly skilled professionals sat scattered across the high platform.

The number of people is not large.

But none of them looked well.

Ye Mo ignored the others.

They went directly to the registrar of the Whispering Star Clan and said...

"I accept the mission!"

What kind of characters can I accept the offer?

Black Crow, the registrar of the Whispering Star Clan, merely glanced up at Ye Mo.

He lowered his head and continued wiping the cup in his hands.

"Is this your first time here? You probably don't know the rules!"

"Yes, this is my first time here!" Ye Mo did not deny it.

This was his first time in such a place.

Then, without even looking up, Black Raven, the registrar of the Talking Star Clan, continued speaking.

"The tasks you can receive are all playing in a loop on the big screen!"

"You can also find any seat and use the ion tablet to view the relevant information and extra bounty rewards!"

"But you must remember one thing: if you want to leave, you must accept a mission related to the apocalypse!"

"See those sixteen top professionals sitting over there? The one who's been sitting there the longest has been here for seven years!"

"When this group of people came, they also wanted to make a name for themselves through this method, but they overestimated their own abilities, which resulted in them not being able to take on a single mission and being unable to leave this place!"

"Don't expect to slack off after accepting the mission!"

"My dark market has its own rules. Once you accept a mission, you have to sign a life-or-death contract!"

"Either die, or the mission is complete!"

You'd better think this through!

"That's it?" Ye Mo asked.

He thought accepting missions would be a lot of trouble!

Even Black Crow, the registrar of the Whispering Star Clan, couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to Ye Mo.

Is that simple?

"Alright!"

Ye Mo pointed to the task list currently displayed on the big screen.

There are a total of ten missions related to the apocalypse.

"This is the last page!"

"I'll take on all the tasks on this page!"

Snap!

The glass in Night Raven's hand fell to the ground.

The bustling hall,

In an instant, all was silent.

Night Raven, "???"

The onlookers, who were essentially just professional spectators, were bewildered.

What did that kid say?!