Doomsday Roulette

On the planet, the newcomers were working hard for the enviable rewards, while in the outer space of the planet, an unexpected video conference was being held, a meeting concerning the future of life in the entire universe.

Logically, the people on the outskirts weren’t the top leaders of each race. Just look at the Star-Eye Clan; there was only a deputy from the flying squad and the clan leader's daughter.

However, at this moment, all the spacecraft were required to connect their communication devices.

On the screen, images of the planet's destruction played continuously.

It wasn’t a complete explosion leading to total annihilation; rather, it was a gradual decline, just like what Ye Zhongming had seen before, where planets transitioned from vibrant life to withered desolation.

The life there might not have been completely extinguished, but those that remained had no possibility of development; they could only wait for the final demise over time.

That was a planet drained of life by the slave race.

“According to the latest statistics, which are not complete, the number of slave races has already exceeded ten thousand.”

A voice, somewhat low, echoed in the video.

Just this one sentence caused immense shock among all the races of the universe. This was news they had not known before, including the people of the Star-Eye Clan, such as Aslan.

The slave race has grown to this extent?

They couldn’t overlook the words "not complete." Everyone from the universe knew that the areas they could monitor were too limited, yet even in those few areas, the slave race had already exceeded five digits. What about the vast regions beyond that?

“One of their kings… that is, the ‘mother of calamity,’ suddenly began mass production not long ago. Many research labs among our races believe that the mother of calamity has entered its ultimate form.”

As the scene changed, a blurry image appeared on the light barrier. It wasn't very clear, but the general outline could be discerned; it was a slave race, and against the backdrop of surrounding celestial bodies, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of fear from its enormous size.

It was massive, so much so that when it extended all its tentacles, it could be comparable to a small galaxy.

Its color was also vastly different from other slave races, presenting a deep black.

That kind of black that immediately instills terror.

“It can now be basically confirmed that each slave race is actually a descendant of the mother of calamity, a parasite of hers, and they share some form of energy transmission that we do not understand.”

“This photo was taken by one of our reconnaissance teams at great risk. It has already been five cosmic years since then, and there may be less than ten cosmic years until the mother of calamity produces again.”

So quick?!

Everyone had a general understanding of the production speed of the slave race; it couldn’t be said to be slow or fast, as every form of life had different reproduction cycles.

However, the mother of calamity produced far too many all at once. In less than twenty cosmic years, she could give birth to a whole nest; who could withstand that? And this didn’t even account for the production numbers of other slave races, nor the reproduction of these young after they matured. It could be said that the emergence of the mother of calamity, the complete form, had pushed the development speed of the slave race into overdrive.

Everyone realized the gravity of the situation.

The previous ‘slow’ development of the slave race, lazily wandering through the universe in search of life planets, had already brought the races of the universe to the brink of extinction. Now, with the mother of calamity’s development, everyone seemed to see the true end of days.

“It is time to come up with a solution, but we still remain divided, obstructing each other.”

“Reform is urgent.”

“We, the Lena People.”

“We, the Hall People.”

“Jointly announce that this time, the novice battlefield will change its approach and increase its difficulty. In the last small cycle, each race is allowed to send three warriors below two thousand fuleira energy into the battlefield. The points they earn will be counted in the rankings.”