Published: February 12, 2025
Ye Zhongming frowned as he looked at the bed in front of him, feeling a bit depressed.
In his past life, he had slept in all kinds of conditions; once, he was even trapped and had to sleep for two days and nights in ruins filled with decaying flesh and excrement.
But that was his past life. In this life, he truly hadn’t suffered any grievances in this regard. While he couldn't be called a cleanliness freak, his eating, wearing, living, and traveling had always not shown any signs of being in an apocalypse.
Now, however, the bed here was dirty, and the bedding looked as if it had been pulled out of the mud. Was the All Races of the Universe really this twisted?
"I heard that every Novice Planet is changed from time to time, but the novice camp never changes anything from the beginning to the end, except for... the novices themselves."
Shikangbu was slightly better than Bularno; he also felt helpless about such resting places. Seeing Ye Zhongming standing there, he began to share what he knew.
Although he and Bularno held no gratitude towards the Star-Eye Clan and had their own thoughts, at least at this moment, they shared a common enemy.
The foul air, dirty beds, and imagine the poor diet almost meant that their novice battlefield was coming to an end.
Think about it: if you can't eat well, sleep well, and your emotions are off, how can you fight?
"Bang, bang, bang!"
There was the sound of a bell ringing outside the camp, followed by a voice that directly entered the tent. This came from the metal poles that were present in every area of the novice camp.
This reminded Ye Zhongming of rural areas in the country during the sixties and seventies. The only thing more advanced than back then was that sound was transmitted through sound holes instead of speakers.
"In ten minutes, wear the distributed equipment and gather at the central open space. Latecomers will die."
A commanding voice made all the novices shiver, Ye Zhongming included. This voice actually used mental power and was quite strong.
Caught off guard, Ye Zhongming was jolted, and even as he quickly regained his composure, his vigilance soared infinitely.
No matter how shabby the novice camp was or how harsh the surrounding environment, these were merely superficial; the real situation was that there were too many experts among the All Races of the Universe, and his own strength was just at the lower tier.
A few people quickly got dressed and rushed out of the tent, not wanting to stay there for even a second longer.
Considering the vast number of races in the universe, Ye Zhongming thought that if each race sent out a few warriors, there would surely be at least a hundred thousand. Yet, the number of people here was at most thirty thousand, which was two-thirds less than he had guessed.
It seemed that not every race had sent out warriors.
Thirty thousand lives was actually a lot; after all, these beings were not humans, and there were all kinds of shapes and sizes. Ye Zhongming even saw a three-headed dragon-like creature.
With huge wings, a long body, and dense scales...
Could it be one of Yangos's kin? Ye Zhongming thought as he looked at them occupying a large area, their appearances were almost identical, just without magic crystals.
Aside from these dragon-like creatures, other beings also had their unique characteristics, making Ye Zhongming feel as if he had entered... a zoo.
The novice camp was not an army, so there were naturally no formations or rules. Everyone just needed to avoid being late, but once they arrived here, they stood or sat casually, some in silence, some whispering, and many more making loud noises.
However, all these sounds vanished when a figure slowly rose into the air.
Ye Zhongming was a nine-star evolver, and while on Earth, he could use some tricks and equipment to hover for a short period. But that wasn't flying, and he couldn't even float for a long time.
But this being could.
It rose to about a hundred meters in the air, overlooking all the novices.