"These rune systems are indeed interesting. Although they aren't very powerful, they are extremely functional," you exclaimed.

[Besides drawing runes in mid-air during battle to mobilize the power of heaven and earth and unleash various spells, one can also draw body-strengthening runes on their body, granting them powerful physical combat abilities!]

Special military symbols can also be engraved on weapons, creating talisman soldiers with their own skills.

Similarly, there are also rune golems, which possess a certain level of intelligence and can be used in combat. However, golems are extremely expensive to build; the cost of building a golem of equal combat power is about three times the training cost of a rune master of the same strength.

"If the human race in this region could become as powerful as that of the Azure Region, they could even form a rune network through the skillful use of runes."

In the year 4356, you and nineteen teammates represented the human race in the Grand Tournament of All Races, hosted by the Daowen Clan, the most powerful race in the Bitter River Region.

The runemaster leading the team warned you: "You must behave yourselves! You must endure the humiliation and provocation from those powerful races, especially the six supreme races. Absolutely, absolutely do not provoke them!"

"Otherwise, for the sake of the greater good of our human race, we will have no choice but to expel you from the human race and hand you over to the Daowen tribe for disposal!"

The dozen or so members of the team felt a deep sense of resentment; this was the treatment afforded to the weak.

"Tsk."

The difference was even apparent at the venue of the Grand Tournament of All Races.

The registration channels for the six supreme races are paved with illusory jewels, exquisitely beautiful and aesthetically pleasing, appealing to all races with different tastes.

Each contestant also has a small palace as their accommodation, with top-notch service and unlimited food choices.

The registration channel for the powerful clan was also made of jade, smooth and shiny, and their accommodation was a detached villa.

[When they arrived at the human race, a low-ranking race whose strongest members were only at the third realm, they walked on ordinary stone paths and lived in small, single-room bungalows, thankfully with private bathrooms.]

—Humans aren't the worst off.

In the Bitter River Domain, there are even lower races than humans. They don't even have any transcendent beings at the third realm; their strongest are only at the second realm.

Those groups were called the "garbage tribe." To show their contempt, the Daowen tribe deliberately dismantled the original stone roads, filled them with mud, and poured water on them, so that every step you took would leave you covered in mud.

"I thought it was being filled with manure..."

The living quarters for this "garbage tribe" consist of 300 people sharing one large dormitory room, with only six toilets for every eight dorm rooms. This means an average of 800 people sharing just two toilets.

"Shrek is here too?"

[It's worth mentioning that during the entrance ceremony of the Grand Competition of All Races, you saw several timid, short-nosed elephant-men walking in from the muddy path.]

"Isn't this that poor Wu tribe member?"

"But shouldn't they have been wiped out? (Chapter 453)"

As soon as those elephant-men appeared, shouts and curses erupted, and food, drinks, and even Gangra's answers were thrown at them.

"Though late, it has arrived."

The human leader, a Celestial Talisman Master, also cursed a few times and fiercely swung his fist at the elephant-man.

Seeing your puzzled expressions, he explained using rune-based telepathy: "This is a formality, something that must be done, otherwise the next one to suffer such a terrible fate might be our human race."

"Why is that?" you asked curiously.

[You're different from that original character. He hasn't experienced enough; he'd probably recognize this as a previously mentioned plot point instantly.]

[But you've already experienced over a thousand years of excitement in the simulation, so it's hard to imagine what happened fourteen hundred years ago in a short time...]

[Until the leader began to explain in detail: "They are the 'Wu Clan,' a very powerful ethnic group more than two thousand years ago, ranking among the top of many powerful clans."]

"Until a super genius emerged from among them—Wuqi!"

"After advancing to the fifth realm, Wuqi attempts to lead the entire Wu tribe to leap forward and become the seventh supreme race!"

[You hear some of your companions around you gasp in astonishment. Humans don't even have a fourth realm, yet Wuqi has cultivated to the fifth—he's practically a god!]

[You're eating melon seeds because you remembered who Wuqi is.]

[The True King who was attacked by the six supreme races and was forced to flee into the battlefield of myriad races: Because its own realm was too low to leave, it was used by other powerful True Kings who could freely enter and exit the battlefield of myriad realms, to look after the various resources of the five realms.]

You thought to yourself, "The Wu Clan was indeed very strong before. If we don't count the Fifth Realm, they were stronger than the original three clans of the Azure Domain, because they had a large number of Upper Heavenly Sovereigns, and even several Supreme Sovereigns."

The leader continued, "...After Wuqi was killed, the Wu tribe naturally fell into the abyss, sinking into eternal damnation. About a thousand years ago, the once powerful Wu tribe was wiped out."

"And these Wu tribesmen before you are the remnants of the Wu tribe, a group of domesticated slaves, like pillars of shame, pulled out from time to time to warn us losers of our fate."

"Now you know, right? This is the cruel truth I didn't tell you before: even to become a Celestial Talisman Master, you need power strong enough to withstand attacks from the superior races!"

You sit quietly in the contestant's seat, pondering: "Should we give the Wu tribe a triumphant return?"

"In the propaganda of the supreme race, Wuqi has been killed, but in reality, it is still alive and well, merely serving as a slave."

"It has no hope of ever escaping the fifth realm of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races in its lifetime, unless I give it some extra points."

You want to see that plot.

[Although this is unfair to other races, and to put it dramatically, it's unauthorized interference in the fate of other races and disruption of the natural ecosystem.]

"But who made your name appear in the simulation?" you thought to yourself.

[Your character is far inferior to that of the Buddhist people you created. They don't proactively help others, but passively offer assistance only when they see it happening. And you just happened to witness Wuqi's situation.]

Although it is not human, it still has some connection to you, and it doesn't appear as a villain in the simulation.

"Let it add some liveliness to this bitter land."

[Thinking it through, you decided to go for something big. The Bitter River Domain is too rigidly structured, and you don't want to fight through monsters one by one like you did with Yun Shiyi last time.]

[Let this region be thrown into turmoil, adding a great storm to the calm waters!]

In the future, you took a break and wandered into a second-realm area of ​​a battlefield of myriad races, then unleashed your full power—