The protests against the death selection have been widely circulated online, but this has not affected the start of the second round of the miracle selection.
This time, they abandoned their previous secrecy and exuded an aura of dominance. The word "selection" was replaced with "divine selection," and the slogan became "Seven levels of divine selection; I will grant the victor the opportunity to become a god."
If this had been said before, everyone would have thought he was crazy. But now, the number of people who successfully passed the selection is at least in the five figures, and all of them have benefited from it.
The power of amplification doesn't lie. Moreover, there are clearly still six rounds of selection left. Becoming a god is still a long way off, but if each round of selection can provide an increase in power, even if it means risking one's life, many people will choose to participate and strive to survive to the end.
In the interstellar era, humanity has federations and operates under the rule of law, but fundamentally, strength is still the primary criterion. No one can deny this.
So even though the federal government warned the public, almost none of those who passed the selection process gave up.
The second round of selection is scheduled for October 27th, at 9:00 AM.
But the night before, Lian Han had another dream...
It was a night of torrential rain. In the dark alley, the thin girl huddled up in a ball.
The dirty, tattered clothes, washed away by the heavy rain, were finally reduced to nothing more than "tattered and worn out".
Why hasn't that uncle come to find her yet? Has he regretted it, or does he think she's dirty?
So cold, so hungry, and she thought she had a fever. Was she finally going to die? Dying might be good; then she wouldn't feel pain anymore. The girl thought vaguely, struggling to look up into the depths of the alley, where she could faintly hear laughter coming from within.
The little girl's eyes welled up with tears again. Those people were so mean! Why did they have to steal her house? That was all she had left; why would anyone try to take it from her?
The young girl doesn't yet understand the law of the jungle, but she has already suffered greatly from it.
Someone seemed to walk past her, but she couldn't make out their features. The screams coming from the houses in the alley didn't draw her attention. The girl's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, yet in this cold night, she felt a precious warmth. Was she going to die? The girl curled herself into an even smaller ball, awaiting death.
The man looked at the tiny, lifeless girl in his arms; her limbs were cold, but her forehead was burning hot. He felt he had been too lenient. He glanced into the depths of the alley, his eyes filled with murderous intent, then quickly carried the girl away to the nearest hospital. Those ungrateful relatives—he'd let the little one teach them a lesson later…
The girl opened her eyes in a white room, paused for a moment, looked at the blanket covering her—it was so warm. She hadn't felt this warm in a long time.
"Awake?" A gentle, pleasant voice rang out.
The girl blinked at him, her voice terribly hoarse, "Is this heaven?"
The man patted her head, poured her some water, and fed her a few sips before saying, "This isn't heaven. But Uncle will make Xiaoqi's life like heaven from now on, okay?"
"Uncle?" The girl seemed a little stunned.
"Xiaoqi, your father is gone, but I will take good care of you from now on." The man held her thin hand. "I am your family."
The man, bathed in the morning light, seemed like her salvation. The girl opened her mouth and said, "Okay."
Do you remember your name?
It had been a long time since anyone had called her by her name. The girl frowned in thought, then her eyes gradually brightened. "Xia Yan. My name is Xia Yan."
...
Sitting up in bed, Lian Han's first reaction was to check his mental energy, and then his expression turned grim. Excellent, his mental energy reserves were less than ten percent remaining!
Why is this happening?
Xing Yucheng, equally baffled, comforted her: "[Try to think positively. At least you woke up on your own this time, and your mental energy wasn't exhausted.]"
Lian Han didn't want to talk.
Xing Yucheng asked: [What did you dream about this time?]
[Xia Yan's childhood. Probably the beginning of her story with Cang Yi.] Lian Han frowned. [What kind of nonsense is this?]
Seeing Xia Yan being bullied to the point of being unable to go home and instead foolishly standing outside in the rain, Lian Han felt sympathy but also genuinely felt that people in that era were too weak and lacked legal knowledge.
In the interstellar era, if a relative dared to seize an orphan's property, the consequences would either be taken directly to court, or the child could hire a mercenary. As long as it was determined that the other party had malicious intent, anything was permissible as long as it wasn't murder—federal law places considerable emphasis on the protection of children.
[Regarding your dream, I've decided to go back to the capital star to study the capital's library. You have an hour and a half to wash up, eat, and recover your mental energy, after which the selection should begin.]
Lian Han: ...
The girl quickly dressed and washed up, went downstairs to eat the breakfast prepared by the housekeeping robot, and then returned to her room to take out a mental energy recovery card.
Spirit-type cards are usually difficult to craft, so Lian Han has rarely used them, but he can't care about that now.
Even if it's just to trick those guys from the Blood Nether Palace, she still wants to enter the Chosen Ones in her complete form—she genuinely thinks Cangming is going crazy by giving her such a name.
The capital city.
Ling Ze arrived at a private room in the Exotic Treasures Pavilion as agreed, and immediately saw Jiang Chenxi, who had arranged to meet him, and—
General!? Ling Ze blinked, wanting to go out again to check if it was the correct room number, but his remaining rationality suppressed the impulsive act.
"You were looking for me?"
Ning Jue looked at Jiang Chenxi, who immediately stood up and said, "I still have a mission to complete, so I'll be leaving now."
Before leaving, Jiang Chenxi gave Ling Ze an apologetic smile.
The young man looked up and met the general's calm gaze, his face stiffening and his scalp tingling. No one in the Federation didn't admire General Ning, even though Ling Ze had a marshal uncle.
But when his idol suddenly contacted him, and when he clearly sensed that it wasn't a good thing, Ling Ze felt that his heart couldn't bear this heavy blow.
"Sit down. Don't be nervous." Ning Jue smiled kindly. "I'm quite familiar with Marshal Ling and Xiao Han."
"Sister?" Ling Ze was surprised. Could it be that they had been in contact since the general saved them that time?
“She’s a very determined young woman,” Ning Jue said with a smile.
Thinking that his sister had never contacted him again after that incident, Ling Ze nodded, looking somewhat troubled. "That's true."
"Ling Ze, how much do you know about why I'm here to see you today?"
"It's about the attack on Han Ningshu, isn't it?" Ling Ze guessed.
The young man's unexpected candor made Ning Jue feel that things were much easier to handle. "So you don't have anything to say?"
"Regarding this matter, I simply kept quiet about it. Just like back then, the Han family turned a blind eye to those people's designs on my sister."
"Is that so?"
"I only discovered this recently by chance. As you know, the power of the God Alliance hackers is terrifying."...
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