They argued with the military for several days over the selection of the legion commander.

"Ah, hiss, so the Federal University's support troops left the safe zone yesterday, right?"

No wonder Mr. Eric was angry.

The communicator on his wrist suddenly lit up, and a live broadcast notification popped up. His assistant clicked on it with some confusion, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the name of the live broadcast room.

He rushed back to the military building he had just left, only to find that everyone had a screen lit up on their wrist, and everyone's heart sank.

[Chase Game: The rules are: I kill, you run! Hahahaha]

The assistant looked at the name, his finger trembling as he clicked on it. What he saw was an endless expanse of scorched black land, the edge of the land of exile—the Death Plains.

All eleven regions border the Death Plains. The Lower Six Regions and the Ear Death Plains border the sea, while the Upper Six Regions are surrounded by the endless Death Plains.

This land should have been filled with the wandering figures or corpses of low-level species, but instead it was filled with countless bright red and glaring fragments of limbs.

The image appeared for only a moment before being blurred and pixelated by StarNet Intelligence.

The assistant looked at the mottled mosaic of colors and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

The sound of terrified gasps grew louder as someone tried to escape. The closer the sound got, the more tense the assistant became.

Not far from the camera is an abandoned camp, the only refuge in this desolate and empty plain.

The man's running movements became erratic, and the next moment, his figure appeared in the frame.

His terrified gasps gradually turned into near-manic elation as he frantically fled towards the shelter, thinking he might be safe soon.

The assistant's smile suddenly froze on his face.

A large hole had appeared in the man's back, and a grotesque mass of dark, twisted flesh was continuously invading the opening.

Seemingly sensing the gaze of the live streamer, the lump of flesh and blood writhed toward the camera, and the rotting face revealed a sinister smile to the audience outside the camera.

In the Upper Sixth District, in countless places and with countless cameras, different people in different places all met the same fate.

Everyone realized with a shudder.

The other side in the chase is no longer human.

...but rather a different species.

This is a carnival of alien species.