The Monster is Coming

Chapter 343 A Gamble on the Future
The idea took root in my heart and grew wildly and uncontrollably.

Minghou felt that this plan was entirely feasible.

Information from the StarNet reveals that higher-dimensional deities recruit players only within the tiny world of Earth.

However, there are no requirements regarding the life structure, racial abilities, or strength of the creatures.

Whether they are carbon-based or silicon-based life forms, whether they are flesh and blood or energy aggregates, as long as they are within the physical boundaries of Earth and have an identity number bound to the Earth Alliance, they can apply for player status through the Monster World official website.

Therefore, as a descendant of the race, he joined the Earth Alliance family and, theoretically, could enjoy the same rights after obtaining an identity code.

This idea made the heart (core) of life's throat pound.

It never imagined that the opportunity that countless races dream of could be obtained in this small world by exploiting a loophole.

If successful, it will receive power and authority bestowed by higher-dimensional deities.

Soul Repository, Territory Rules, Player Shop, Immortality... and various powerful features that will continue to be introduced.

In contrast, the Fate Clan to which it belongs has nothing to rely on but the rules of fate.

It would be worth exchanging one's demigod level cultivation for it.

One is weak in the early stages, but has unlimited potential for the future.

A demigod, yet still struggling to survive in a monster world.

The stronger and weaker faction is clearly the one representing the future, which has more potential.

The two cannot even be compared on the same level; the differences in their mechanisms are too great.

However, the Earth Alliance has always joined as a group. While it may be strong enough on its own, it is clearly not large enough as a group.

Negotiating from a strength-based perspective is likely not feasible.

At that time, it may have to face the StarNet.

Although it is merely a created intelligent life form, it is backed by higher-dimensional deities.

Trying to negotiate with strength is suicidal.

It needs to return as soon as possible and lead a group of its people there.

But there is another problem here.

How can I get my people to willingly follow me to Earth, settle down here, and become residents?

Telling people the truth directly is undoubtedly the simplest way.

Those who know the truth will agree without even being asked, and will even be willing to give up their hard-earned strength for it.

The problem is that the will of the higher-dimensional gods does not allow the secrets of Earth to be spread outside.

It informed its people whether their actions might offend higher-dimensional deities.

There are huge risks involved.

One wrong step will not only prevent you from becoming a player, but will also drag the entire Destiny Clan down to pay the price for its mistakes.

Becoming a player is certainly a path to success.

But now I am standing at a dangerous crossroads, and how I choose to proceed is very important.

Every choice you make can trigger a chain reaction.

The will of higher-dimensional deities is unfathomable, but one thing is certain: any attempt to reveal Earth's secrets could lead to devastating consequences.

As his thoughts raced, Minghou came up with a solution.

Perhaps it could be explained to the people through the means of "divine revelation"
As apostles of fate, the Fate Clan believes that everything is arranged by fate.

The revelation of destiny is a concrete guidance that the rules of destiny give to those destined for it.

The Fate race has only appeared once in history.

It is the revelation of destiny that the previous Great Destiny Master received when choosing his future path.

Guided by the revelation, the Fate Clan migrated to their resource-depleted homeland and descended upon the Monster World to embark on a path to the pinnacle.

During this period, the Fate Clan clashed with various forces that descended from the Pale Continent.

The great master also perished during that period.

The new Great Lord of Destiny inherited the will of his predecessor and brought the Destiny Clan to unprecedented heights.

However, apart from the former Grand Master of Fate, no other member of the Fate Clan has yet received a revelation of destiny.

Therefore, it could easily pretend to have received a revelation from the rules of fate and tell its people that it has discovered a path to a higher level.

This was used to guide the people to believe that migrating to Earth was an arrangement of destiny.

Once we obtain membership in the Earth Alliance, the problems and risks will no longer exist.

By then, the higher-dimensional gods had not yet unleashed their divine punishment, which meant they had tacitly approved of their involvement.

Becoming a player means becoming a pawn in the hands of higher-dimensional gods, a member of their system.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the clansmen finding out the truth.

A bold plan gradually took shape in his mind.

"That's it."

Having made up his mind, he slammed the bone staff in his hand into the ground.

But the attack did not pierce the floor; instead, it created ripples that spread across the floor, and invisible energy began to tear through space, creating a twisted spatial rift.

Minghou glanced one last time at the sleeping orange cat and the white-haired girl in the game pod, then transformed into a black gust of wind and disappeared into the spatial rift.

……

Azure Star Continent, Rift Throat Valley (Valley of Fiend Wind).

This place was once the homeland of the Fate Clan, a piece of ancestral land they brought from their home world.

The current Great Lord of Fate's battle with the God of Reverse Tide resulted in the Fate Clan being sealed underground.

It wasn't until recently that the lockdown was completely lifted.

This original land of their home world has long belonged to the Reverse Tide Legion and has been renamed: Riftthroat Valley.

The Fifth Phase Training Camp of the Reverse Tide Legion is stationed here.

Faced with this outcome, Fate Throat, like the other members of the Fate Clan, chose to accept their fate.

This is the price they pay for their failed game, and also the choice given by fate.

At this moment, the throat transformed into a gust of evil wind, bursting out of the spatial rift and piercing straight into the earth, reaching a depth of three thousand meters.

The moment the fierce wind broke through the rock strata, a silvery-gray light flooded Minghou's vision like a tide.

Thousands of pure white pillars of destiny rose from the ground, their bodies entwined with flowing silver mist, weaving together to form a massive three-dimensional star map in the underground space.

Each pillar is topped with a crystallized star, illuminating the entire underground space as if it were daytime.

Twelve arched bridges extend outwards from the perimeter of the clan's territory.

The bridge is woven from translucent energy threads, and with each step upwards, it creates ripple-like patterns.

On both sides of the bridge stand enormous mirrors, but what they reflect is not the reality, but all the branches of destiny choices in the history of the Destiny Clan.

After crossing the bridge, Minghou looked up at the dome of the underground space.

There floats an inverted silver city, a microcosm of the Destiny Clan's home world, and now their new territory.

Waterfall-like sand cascades down from the bottom of the city, turning into points of light before hitting the ground, forming an endless cycle of light.

Wow!
The body of the Fate Throat swept across the Star Sand Waterfall, startling a group of "Fate Observers" dwelling in the light curtain.

These creatures, resembling silver cranes, spread their translucent wings. They are manifestations of the energy derived from the rules created by the Great Destiny Master, responsible for recording the fluctuations of fate in every corner of the tribe's territory.

Just as it was about to head to the Hall of Destiny, a voice rang in its ears:

"Lifeline!"

An aged voice echoed in the underground space.

A silver mirror overturned over the inverted city, revealing the blurry figure of the Great Fate Master.

He sat enthroned on a throne forged from the energy derived from the rules of fate.

Suspended in the palm of my hand is the very source of the rules of fate: a cube-shaped Rubik's Cube.

"Great Lord, I'm back."

Minghou nodded respectfully, then touched his forehead with his hand as a sign of respect.

Although he was one of the twelve Destiny Lords of the Destiny Clan, he was not born in the same era as the Great Destiny Lord.

The Great Fate Master came from his home world and was one of the pioneers who followed the previous Great Fate Master to migrate to the Monster World.

It was born in a world of monsters and had never seen its homeland.

In its eyes, the current Grand Master is not only a leader, but also an elder and a teacher.

"It seems you've given up on reclaiming your destiny."

The rules of destiny in the hands of the Great Fate Master slowly rotated:

"So, this return is a decision to completely submit to the arrangements of fate?"

The expression on Minghou's silver mist mask shifted, finally settling on a serious one:
"Your Excellency, I request that the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion Council be convened."

The Heavenly Mandate Council is the highest-level meeting of the Destiny Clan, where major events that will affect the future development of the Destiny Clan are discussed.

The master of destiny seemed somewhat surprised upon hearing these words.

The blurred face peered deeply into the throat through the mirror, then slowly nodded:

"It seems you've made a significant discovery; then so be it."

Without asking why, the master of destiny chose to trust the judgment of the throat.

As the Great Lord nodded in agreement, the entire underground space suddenly trembled.

Thousands of pillars of destiny simultaneously lit up with silver light, and the crystalline stars at the top of the pillars pulsed as if breathing.

The Star Sand Waterfall cascades upwards, forming a dazzling starry sky above the dome.

Boom~!

A distant bell tolled from the depths of the inverted city, and the mirrors on the twelve arched bridges simultaneously turned to the center, their surfaces shimmering with water-like patterns.

The observers perched within the light curtain flapped their wings in unison, their silver feathers weaving together in the air to form an ancient rune of destiny.

"The master of destiny has returned to his rightful place."

The voice of the Great Fate Lord echoed in the clan's territory, and then the rules of fate in his hand automatically decomposed, turning into twelve streams of light that flew off in different directions.

One of them fell into Minghou's hands and transformed into a silver token, on which was engraved a pattern of his home world.

Space trembled, and twelve jade platforms appeared in the air, arranged in a ring.

Each jade platform is carved with different branches of totems.

The lineage that the Throat of Life belongs to is to a creature called "Dragon Sparrow" from its home world.

Just then, the jade platform representing the Great Fate Master condensed in the center, and above it, a phantom image of a scroll made of parchment slowly unfolded.

This is the "Book of Destiny," which records the history of the Destiny Clan.

Every meeting of the Destiny Pavilion of the Destiny Clan is recorded in detail.

Eleven spatial rifts subsequently appeared in the sky.

The other branch masters, summoned by the Great Master, descended across space and appeared one after another on the Jade Platform.

There were elderly men with white hair holding star charts, young-looking cultivators carrying giant coffins, and hazy figures shrouded in light and mist... They all wore silver masks, with emblems representing their destined masters flashing on their foreheads.

The difference in appearance is related to the system architecture of the Destiny Clan.

Every member of the Fate Clan is a wandering gambler.

Different information and environments lead to completely different appearances among different branches of the Destiny Clan, and even among members of the same lineage.

At this moment, Minghou took a deep breath and flew to his own jade platform.

The moment you step onto the jade platform, the totem beneath your feet lights up, and a beam of light shoots into the sky, connecting with the starry sky above.

The figure of the Great Fate Master also appeared on the central jade platform.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Book of Destiny moved without wind, and countless golden characters floated up from the scroll, forming a long historical scroll of the Destiny Clan in the air.

"Since the last meeting of the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion, 394 star cycles have passed." The Great Mandate Lord's voice carried a weighty weight that transcended history. After his gaze swept over the Mandate Lords present, he continued:

"Today, the cabinet meeting is being held again. I hope that all of you will remember the admonitions of our ancestors and carefully decide the fate of your clan."

All the destiny holders nodded and raised their hands at the same time, and twelve silver lights converged in the air, eventually transforming into a huge phantom of a destiny plate, which slowly rotated above everyone's heads.

Minghou felt the boiling power of destiny within him and knew that every word he uttered next could change the future of his entire race.

The Great Ruler cast his gaze upon them at this moment:

"This cabinet meeting was initiated by the life throat of the Dragon Sparrow lineage, and it will now explain the details."

Upon hearing this, Life Throat nodded, having already decided what to say before it arrived.

It then said in a deep voice:
"My fellow destiny masters, I have been inspired by fate to see a completely new path for our clan's destiny."

The life masters of each lineage on the jade platform remained unmoved, but the energy ripples emanating from their bodies revealed their inner shock.

"Another revelation of fate?!" The person carrying the giant coffin asked in disbelief, then quickly pressed for an answer:

What revelation has fate given you?

"The entire clan moved to settle in a small world."

"What small world?"

“In a world devoid of spiritual energy, there are almost no spiritual resources to be found, and the types of energy in the air are extremely rare, with the spiritual energy content being practically nonexistent…”

After hearing Minghou's account, the white-haired fate master couldn't help but frown:
"What value does such a world have? Our race regained its life after coming to the monster world, are we to be trapped in a cage again?"

“You’re right. Do you know what doing this means? My race will completely lose its future…”

The Great Ruler raised his hand to stop the commotion:
"Life Throat, is there any specific sign of this revelation?"

The expression on the throat mask changed rapidly.

He understood that at this moment, any words related to players, higher-dimensional gods, etc., could trigger unpredictable consequences.

It carefully recited it to itself before speaking:

"I foresaw a fleeting glimmer of starlight in the long river of fate, I saw my people being reborn in that desolate little world, but I know nothing else."

On the right, the figure of the Destiny Master, hazy in the light and mist, laughed:
"Little Twelve, you've only just broken free from the seal and already learned to speak in riddles?" He then shook his head and said:

"I think this decision is inappropriate. The revelation of fate should have led our clan to glory, how could it have led us in the opposite direction? It is possible that Little Twelve has recently suffered from the backlash of fate and is experiencing some kind of unknown hallucination, which has led to a misjudgment."

“I agree with Ming Shi’s idea. Little Twelve was probably under the spell of some force while exploring. How could fate give such a revelation so hastily?”

The other 11 fate masters opposed the idea proposed by the throat.

The same is true.

The small world described by Minghou was barren, with scarce spiritual energy and resources, making it impossible for the Destiny Clan to have any opportunity for development.

The people present were all seasoned veterans who had experienced countless battles of fate, and such a suggestion seemed utterly absurd to them.

No matter how you analyze it, you can't see what this world can bring to the Fate Clan.

The likely outcome is that each generation of the Fate Clan will be worse than the last.

Until they were completely trapped in the quagmire of their little world, unable to escape. "Enough."

Amidst the clamor of discussion, the Great Master gently tapped the jade platform, his gaze fixed directly on the throat:

“Minghou, do you understand the consequences of concealing the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion’s decision?”

All the gazes of the people in question were pressing down on his shoulders as if they were physical, and he immediately felt the pressure.

But it knew perfectly well that a path to heaven was hidden within this desolate little world, and it was not willing to miss such an opportunity.

Faced with the doubts, Minghou took a deep breath and said firmly:

"I am willing to offer my destiny as collateral; if this proposal is wrong, I am willing to suffer the punishment of being burned alive!"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

“Little Twelve, even if you swear on your destiny, I will not agree to relocate the small world. I cannot see a future in doing so.” The white-haired destiny master shook his head again.

"I do not agree with gambling the future of the entire clan for a revelation of fate that is difficult to verify."

As the debate resumed, the somewhat helpless Master of Fate raised his hand once more.

“Since this involves the revelation of destiny, we cannot treat it casually. Currently, apart from the Throat of Destiny, none of the other Destiny Lords are willing to go to the Small World… So let the Throat of Destiny lineage migrate first, and we can discuss the other branches later.”

This compromise gradually calmed the unrest.

After all, no one wants to bear the consequences of breaking their vow to fate, but no one is willing to gamble with the future of their people and embark on an unknown adventure with Fate Throat.

"The meeting of the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion is now adjourned."

At this moment, the Great Ruler announced the end of the meeting, and the scene dissipated into countless starlight.

As the silver light faded and the other destiny masters departed, the Great Destiny Master left behind only the Throat of Destiny.

“Life Throat.” The Grand Master’s voice lost the authority it held during the cabinet council.

"Great Lord of Fate." Fate Throat floated respectfully to the Great Lord of Fate.

But the next words from the Great Fate Master left it frozen in place.

"Do you know that the revelation of destiny does not actually exist?"

"What...what do you mean?"

A hint of reminiscence appeared in the eyes of the Great Fate Master.

Then, with a flick of his finger, a strand of yellowed memory burrowed into Minghou's mind, revealing long-forgotten events.

"At that time, our home world was facing a series of problems such as invasion by foreign enemies, depletion of resources, withering of all things, and weakening of the clan. However, each branch had different ideas about the future of our clan, and it was always difficult to finalize a specific plan."

As the Great Master recounted the story, images of the constant disputes among the various factions surfaced in Minghou's mind: the Rock Vein Faction advocated migration, the Starshine Faction insisted on defending their homeland, and the Dragon Sparrow Faction advocated...

On the desolate land, the twelve life masters were arguing fiercely in their ancestral land.

"If this continues, the entire clan will fall apart. In order to solve the problem, the elder went up to the Star Observation Platform to try to obtain information about the future through divination. However, unexpectedly, the elder suddenly fell into a coma on the Star Observation Platform and slept for 28 days. When he woke up again, he told us about the revelation he had received from fate..."

The image of the former Great Fate Lord appeared in Fate Throat's mind. It stood on the Star Gazing Platform, looking down at its people with a voice as loud as thunder:

“Fate has revealed that the river of destiny has forked, and only in the world of monsters is there a glimmer of hope.”

The Great Ruler continued at this point:
"All the tribes believe that this is a new path that fate has given us."

"But only I know that this was a lie woven by our predecessors to unite the tribe that was on the verge of collapse."

"But it is precisely this lie that has allowed us, the descendants who should have perished, to take root in the monster world and continue to grow and thrive."

Upon learning the truth, Minghou's heart was filled with turmoil.

It never imagined that the greatest migration of the Fate Clan would be built on a lie.

And it has never doubted the historical accounts.

The Great Fate Master's gaze was piercing, as if it could see right into its soul:
"Your proposal today is so similar to that of our predecessors back then. I know what you are hiding, just as our predecessors hid it from the entire clan."

Upon hearing this, Minghou suddenly knelt on one knee:
"Great Lord, I..."

"No need to explain. Since you dare to swear by your life, I will give you this opportunity. Take the people who are willing to follow you and go, just like our predecessors led us to the monster world."

Minghou's body trembled slightly, and ripples appeared in his eyes beneath the silver mist mask.

"Unfortunately, as the Great Fate Master, I must first ensure the future of my clan. Therefore, I cannot lead my people to accompany you on this adventure. But you must remember that lies are merely a means, not an end. Our predecessors made the right bet back then, and today I am willing to bet that you are right as well."

As he spoke, the Great Destiny Master waved his hand, conjuring a jade stone and handing it to it:

"This was a gift from my senior, and now I'm giving it to you."

Minghou solemnly accepted the jade and discovered a line of text imprinted on it:
Only when a lone boat crosses the sea can one see a new world.

It suddenly felt an unfamiliar burning sensation surging in its chest.

……

Three days later, Minghou stood on a stone platform at the edge of the clan's territory, with 30,000 members of the Dragon Sparrow lineage who had voluntarily followed him behind him.

Before leaving, most of his clansmen chose to stay.

Faced with inexplicable and vague revelations of fate, they preferred to remain in their ancestral lands.

Together with their kind, they pursue the path to the pinnacle of the monster world.

Only about 30,000 people were willing to continue following it.

They stood outside the teleportation array, forming a long queue.

"Great Lord, the inter-space formation has been activated."

Minghou looked at the Grand Master of Destiny standing beside him, who had come to see him off, and said softly.

As it spoke, it removed the silver mask from its face, revealing a handsome, humanoid face.

Upon seeing this, the tribespeople who followed also removed their silver masks that allowed them to express their emotions.

This mask is called "Impermanence".

The surface of the mask is rippled like mercury, symbolizing the ceaseless changes in the river of fate.

This is precisely the Destiny Clan's understanding and interpretation of the phrase "the impermanence of fate".

But in the small world they are about to travel to, they need to keep their identity as members of the Destiny Clan confidential.

A survey conducted on the forum revealed that players are aware of the existence of the Fate Clan.

It must eliminate the risk of its identity being exposed and make players aware of the truth that reality and the monster world are intertwined, so it and its followers need to remove all characteristics related to the Fate Clan.

Parting is imminent.

It knew very well that it might never return as an apostle of fate.

Even when they return, they interact with their clansmen as players, separated by an unspeakable boundary.

The sound of light footsteps came from behind. Those who were willing to follow were all ready to go. The young faces were filled with anticipation for the unknown, while the older ones frequently looked back at their relatives...

Looking at them, Minghou felt a surge of emotion.

In fact, even it doesn't know what the outcome of doing so will be.

The best outcome would be for them to successfully join the Earth Alliance family and become one of the alien forces within it.

You will be eligible to apply for player status in the future.

It is also possible that its arrival with its people will thoroughly anger the higher-dimensional gods and cause a great disaster.

This affected even those who followed him.

It is leading these people who trust it toward a future that even it cannot predict.

But if they succeed, they will completely break free from the shackles of their predetermined fate, like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate, transforming into a true dragon soaring through the heavens.

Minghou stared at the teleportation array light flowing before him.

It was as if I could see countless possible futures intertwined in the light.

Those who follow it may be reborn in that world like never before.

From now on, they will no longer be limited by bloodline talents or bound by rules, but will have unlimited potential for growth, just like Earth players.

Some choices, once made, can never be reversed.

What it needs to do is lead these followers to light up a new star for its people once again in unfamiliar lands, as their leader.

"ready to go."

Suppressing all his emotions, Minghou said in a deep voice at this moment.

The followers entered the teleportation ring one by one.

The young members of the clan fought back tears as they paid their final respects to their elders.

An old man trembled as he stuffed a "destiny charm" into his grandson's hand, and as he turned away, a crying expression appeared on his mask.

At this moment, Life Throat was the first to enter the space tunnel.

Behind him, 30,000 clansmen poured in one after another.

Just as the gate of light was about to close, Minghou looked back at the clansmen who had come to see him off.

It saw that the Great Lord was still standing in the same place, his silver hair like a waterfall, his divine radiance eternal, and he was nodding and smiling at it.

It was like saying goodbye, and it was also like waiting.

Waiting for them to bring new hope.

As the last ray of light from the teleportation array dissipated, Minghou suddenly felt an unprecedented lightness.

It suddenly realized something.

So-called favor from fate may require the courage to take a gamble as a bargaining chip.

This is also the biggest gamble of its life.

……

Earth, above the Trading City.

The midday sun was suddenly cleaved by a silver line.

The tiny spatial rifts, as fine as hair, slowly expanded after they were created, creating ripples in circles. The sky looked like a scroll being slowly unfurled by an invisible hand.

Almost at the same moment.

The Lunar Eclipse Clan then took action.

The intensity of the spatial fluctuations detected at this time far exceeded that of the Spirit Breath Clan that had descended at that time.

Judging from the way space is torn apart, the space jump technology mastered by the unknown forces is far superior to that of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

This alone is enough to prove the power of the descending forces.

The smoothness of the spatial tear proves that the descending forces possess advanced technology, and the strength of spatial fluctuations is related to the quality of spatial materials.

High-quality spiritual materials simply do not exist in the ordinary world.

This preliminary information can directly reflect the underlying nature of the world the other party lives in.

The higher the energy level of a world, the more terrifying the upper limit of the strength of the races it gives birth to.

Just as the deep sea can evolve into giant predators, ponds are home to only small fish and shrimp.

Races born from high-energy environments naturally possess life forms and combat capabilities that surpass those of creatures in low-energy worlds.

The sudden arrival of the crisis has put even the Lunar Eclipse Clan's rulers on edge.

The monitoring array deployed in Earth orbit glowed with a blinding red light.

The Lunar Eclipse Clan's war fortress, "Eye of Silence," was instantly activated, entering war mode.

On the moon, tens of thousands of planet-destroying cannons rise from the shadows of craters, their muzzles glowing a deep blue in the vacuum.

Twelve Shadowmoon-class warships departed their cruising orbits and began blocking geosynchronous orbit, entering the war preparation phase.

News of the arrival of the descending forces was also simultaneously transmitted to all races of the Earth Alliance.

Surface direction.

The trading city's defense system responded quickly.

Space interference towers rose simultaneously in seven urban areas, and invisible force field ripples enveloped the airspace.

While the interference tower cannot destroy the generation of the spatial channel, it can strengthen the stability of space and slow down the timing of the arrival of the descending forces.

The surface fortresses then deployed a honeycomb-like artillery array, with the charge level of each annihilation cannon rapidly reaching 100%.

On the outskirts of the city, hundreds of "Heavenly Punishment" war fortress vehicles rose from the ground, their missile launch bays slowly opening.

In the higher stratosphere, the "Watchers" railgun array built by the Terran Federation also completed its charging, with torrents of blazing white energy surging within the cannon barrels.

The entire deployment process was completed in just a few minutes.

The painful past experiences have led the various races of the Earth Alliance to conduct two war emergency drills every year.

All major cities in the Earth Alliance will participate.

Unite the war forces of all races to deal with potential impending crises.

At this time, apart from the Trading City, other cities of the Earth Alliance also entered a state of war mobilization, and the core weapons of each race began to be transferred to the Trading City.

We are prepared to respond to any impending war.

On the StarNet network, netizens have also engaged in heated discussions about this:
"Oh no, am I facing the end of the world before I even got a chance to win a spot in the Monster World?"

"Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink. In modern warfare, ordinary people like us don't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder. We can only hope that a friendly race will come down to us."

"Is it possible that some outsiders are coming to Earth to freeload again? I demand that they not be given any identity or qualification. What if they try to compete with me for the Monster World qualification next time? Wouldn't that give me even more competitors?"

"Hey upstairs, judging from your identification, you're from the 'Sky Feather Clan.' How dare you call the descending forces 'stinking outsiders'?"

"The idiot human upstairs is going to show off again. Why can't we curse him? We who were born on Earth are all considered Earthlings. What cyber native dogs? Get lost."

……

While netizens are discussing the issue, the spatial rift continues to widen over time.

When the rift above the trading city expanded to a width of 100 meters, the various races of the Earth Alliance had already constructed an impenetrable war network in the sky.

Any force that leaves the spatial passage and launches a breakout operation without authorization will be considered a provocation and will be met with a devastating attack.

Just then, a silvery-white light suddenly burst forth from the crack.

Countless figures slowly emerged from the crack, with Lifethirst leading the way.

They came again, but this time it wasn't an infiltration.

Behind it, 30,000 members of the Dragon Sparrow lineage stood in formation, each figure exuding a restrained yet powerful life force.

They hovered silently in the air, following the throat of death, allowing countless weapons to lock onto them.

Life Throat's gaze swept over the inferior weapons made of substandard materials, then he looked up at the sky, his eyes precisely locking onto the Moon Eclipse Clan's war fortress: the Silent Eye.

These defenses pose no threat to it.

But the power behind the Earth Alliance is something that terrifies it.

Before the chatbot could even approach them, Minghou decided to go straight to the joining process to avoid wasting time.

Then he opened his arms and said:

"Beings of this world, please lay down your weapons. We are exiles seeking refuge, not conquerors."

Its voice, woven through a network of consciousness, resounded throughout the trading city below via spiritual communication, and also echoed directly in the minds of every living being.

　Here are 8300 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)