Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1403 Everyone went to participate
Emerald Star boasts a wide variety of competitions with strict rules and a mature operating system, making it an indispensable part of the Star Pivot Ring entertainment industry.

The competition has different meanings in the eyes of different people.

For the organizer, Star Ring, these are all means of making money.

For those who are restricted by strict systems but still have relevant needs, it is a legitimate place to vent and express themselves.

For spectators who enjoy excitement but can't participate themselves, the thrilling and exciting scenes make their tickets worthwhile.

For those competitive and powerful forces, sending representatives to participate is for the sake of a better ranking, putting them ahead of their opponents.

For the crew of the Noah, this was simply a tool to accumulate points and level up. As long as there was a chance to get a ranking, regardless of whether they had participated before, almost everyone who could sign up did so.

Even if you don't get a ranking, it's still important to participate and broaden your horizons.

Go! All of you, go!

The crew members on the Noah, who had never had a chance to showcase their talents and whose energy had nowhere to go, received the news and, without even looking closely at the competition, flocked to the control center to sign up.

Anyway, there's no danger to my life. Even if I get injured, there are both fantastical and scientific medical methods available, so what's there to be afraid of?
Xinglan analyzed and compiled a list of the most suitable crew members to participate in various competitions. After Lin Fan signed it, it was immediately distributed to the relevant personnel.

Along with the competition rules, there are also past videos. Participants are urged to study them carefully to minimize any potential injuries.

The stronger a player is, the more matches they will play.

For top players like Lin Fan and Antonio, Xinglan has been signing them up for every game. They're like die-hard fans, their trust in them is off the charts.

The Emerald Star tournament only happens every three or four days on average. It's unclear whether this is to maximize profits—staggering viewing times to avoid viewers having to choose between two events—or to give those attending different tournaments enough time to recover and rest.

Cen Fangyuan was both amused and exasperated to see that every form started with a familiar name.

No matter how capable you are, you can't make the captain work non-stop. You're treating him like a beast of burden!

While it's true that the more credits the better, with Lin Fan and his team's strength, even if they don't win every game by a large margin, a high ranking is definitely within their grasp.

Let's not even talk about whether they'll be tired or not. With such a packed schedule, having them in the top few spots is just too high-profile.

Given Noah's current strength, it's necessary to establish a firm foothold and make smaller powers wary, but being too high-profile is definitely not a good thing.

If this attracts the attention of powerful forces, it will backfire.

Xinglan had already calculated the credit points needed to upgrade to each identity level. There was still a considerable amount of room for conversion between spending and competition rewards.

Noah is currently a C-level newcomer, but he could easily reach the B-level certification level just by spending money.

However, based on what I've learned in the past few days, B-level is only the level of small and medium-sized interstellar traders. Most of them are backed by powerful forces, and B-level trade credit certification is sufficient for them.

But for the Noah, which is as adrift as duckweed, trade credits alone are clearly not enough. That's why a large amount of competition rewards are needed, along with the purchase amount, to achieve at least an A-level, excellent standard.

This is the minimum certification standard for small, independent stars or celestial bodies. Meeting this standard will most likely lead to recognition as a small civilization within the star system.

Such a certification of strength at least guarantees that, in most interstellar environments, the civilizations that abide by the laws of interstellar space will not be attacked.

As for S-level elites, Cen Fangyuan did want to, but even if he cleared out all the resources on the ship, bought back supplies of equal value, and participated in more than 400 Emerald Star competitions without missing a single one, it would still take him more than 4 years of staying in the Star Hub Ring without leaving to achieve that.

For the Noah, a lone interstellar vessel, S-class is certainly a step above A-class and seems safer, but its outstanding performance might arouse excessive interest in the Blue Star behind them.

If Lanxing is truly a level three or four civilization as they portray it, then so be it. The Noah's impressive performance will bring Lanxing many resource opportunities. Of course, there will also be hostile attacks. But for a level three or four civilization like Lanxing, at least it won't be completely defenseless.

But Lanxing is not like that now.

So Grade A is fine, it's enough.

As for SS-class supreme beings... those are levels that top-tier forces acquire over many years with countless starships coming and going, and they cannot be easily shaken.

They participate in the competition solely to vie for rankings among the various powers—after all, once a certain level of development is reached, economic and technological differences become negligible, and such simple and direct competitions are the only way to determine rankings. They don't care about the small number of points they win. Defeating opponents they dislike is enough to achieve their goal.

Among all the participants, there were those aiming for rankings, those venting their frustrations, those showcasing themselves, and those striving to win rewards. But the Noah's participation, driven by the desire to accumulate points for a higher rank and status, was unprecedented since the establishment of the Star Nexus.

Who would have thought?
How could people below the first level of civilization be able to cross the barrier of civilization, board a starship of a higher civilization, and arrive at a transit planet of a fourth-level civilization?

If Lin Fan and his group hadn't been involved themselves, they wouldn't have believed it either! Even now, seeing all the differences in interstellar layers still gives them a sense of unbelievable illusion.

In short, Cen Fangyuan appropriately reduced the number of matches Lin Fan and Antonio played.

Even so, Antonio was still unhappy.

He loved extreme sports on Lanxing. The reason he was able to transform into a mecha was most likely because he fell while rock climbing and happened to hit the Life Stone, thus surviving a near-death experience.

After leaving Lanxing, he thought there would be even greater excitement in interstellar space, but the result was completely different from what he expected.

It's not that it wasn't exciting; he narrowly escaped death several times, but it wasn't the kind of extreme excitement he was looking for.

Now it's finally all right! Antonio's good days have finally arrived! The excitement in interstellar space is truly extraordinary; just looking at it excites him immensely.

Antonio wished he could sign up for every game and play until he was completely exhausted.

result……

Hmph! I'm so angry!
Antonio pestered Cen Fangyuan for a long time, but the other party remained unmoved and wouldn't add him back. So he simply ran off to find Lin Fan, hoping she could help him turn the tables.

When Lin Fan arrived at his office, he found all the other team members sitting around a table, seemingly discussing something.

Antonio stood in the doorway, eyes wide, silent for several seconds.

Just when everyone thought he would unleash a tirade at the door, Antonio jumped onto the long table, rushed to Lin Fan in a few steps, jumped up, twisted his body, and leaned his butt against the armrest of her chair.

If Lin Fan hadn't reacted quickly, his hand would have been pinned down.

The originally spacious executive chair was half occupied by Antonio's large frame, so Lin Fan had to lean to the other side to make some room.

"Honey!" Antonio cried, his eyes brimming with tears, looking down and accusing, "You don't love me anymore!"

Lin Fan was speechless. He elbowed the man in the side, sending him flying. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, sit up straight, and glance at him sideways: "When have I ever loved?"

“Waaaaah~” Antonio finally began his performance while sitting on the ground.

"Brother Antonio, Brother Antonio!" Lu Xinyuan, who was to Lin Fan's right, quickly stood up, pulled Antonio up, and dragged him to his seat. "We've been waiting for you to start. You've come at the perfect time."

Antonio immediately grinned, not a single tear on his face: "Right? I knew it, you can't do without me."

He smiled and looked down at the documents that had originally been on the table belonging to Lu Xinyuan: "What are you looking at? Let me see... Hmm?"

Antonio abruptly picked up the document, flipped through several pages, repeatedly checked it, and looked around at everyone in disbelief.

"What do you mean? I can understand the contestant's entry fee, but why is it more expensive than the audience's ticket? Is that reasonable?"

I killed two more mosquitoes this afternoon. I found one on the balcony, but I'm not sure if it went outside when I opened the window.

I found bloodstains on my pillow, but I had no injuries on my face. It must have been when the fourth mosquito buzzed around that night that I killed it, so it didn't come back after that, but I didn't notice it...

Where did all these mosquitoes come from? They're all big, spotted mosquitoes.

Now I habitually look around at the walls and ceiling, always feeling like there are still mosquitoes.

terrible.

Aren't mosquitoes only a summer thing? I'm wearing double-layered fleece and using an electric foot warmer, and they're still not dead? Did they come hunting in my yard in a group? Hey!