I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

An inspiring netizen wrote a long article sharing his experience of not being discouraged despite not being selected for the immigration program. He planned to study hard and hone his skills, and then give it his all when the second batch of immigration programs opened for applications.

Most of those who weren't selected seemed quite composed, leaving comments saying they would patiently wait for the next batch and optimistically stating, "Tiga B isn't going to grow legs and run away, he'll get there sooner or later. Let's hone our skills first."

Those few who posted complaints about "unfairness" were quickly drowned out by rational voices in the comments section: "They're recruiting people with skills who can contribute to the settlement's development. What can someone who spends all day in an air-conditioned office making PPTs do? You don't even know basic farming. Are you going to go there and keep making PPTs?"

The next day, the Dragon Kingdom government quickly summoned the selected 100,000 people.

They assembled at a base and received three days of intensive training.

The training content is rich and practical, covering the natural environmental characteristics of Tigab, its unique climate conditions, common plant and animal species and their habits, basic survival skills, simple building techniques, and the operation methods of various communication devices.

In the training classroom, those selected from ordinary farmers listened most attentively.

Most of them had dark skin and calloused hands. They were holding notebooks, meticulously recording every point the teacher was explaining, afraid of missing any detail. Not one of them was distracted.

Meanwhile, the experts and professors from abroad were also sitting in the classroom. Although they didn't need to take detailed notes like the others due to their rich knowledge, they listened attentively because they knew that in the completely new environment of Tigab, this seemingly basic knowledge would be the key to ensuring everyone's survival and allowing more people to live.

During the three days of training, the options provided by the system each day were all ordinary daily necessities that were not worth mentioning, and Luo Fei stored them all in his ring.

Luo Fei wasn't idle either. He taught his parents the Qi-inducing technique at home, or went to space to collect minerals, and occasionally went to Green Star to see Little White and the others.

On the morning of the fourth day, Luo Fei opened his eyes in the sunlight and the system was activated in his mind.

[Today's divine choice has been triggered.]

The options then appear:

Option A: Obtain the "Waste Atom Decomposition and Recycling Station" technology, which can break down all waste into basic atoms for reuse.

Option B: Obtain the technology for "insect protein and tissue-cultured meat," which efficiently produces protein with an energy conversion rate far exceeding that of livestock.

Luo Fei considered it for a moment.

The "Waste Atom Decomposition and Recycling Station" technology can fundamentally solve the problems of waste disposal and resource recycling.

As for protein supply, while equally important, it can be addressed through other means.

Ultimately, he chose A.

Just as I was getting ready to get out of bed, my phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

The call connected, and Director Qin's voice came through the receiver: "Xiao Luo, everyone's here, the training's over, it's time to set off. One hundred thousand people, can you send them all at once? If not, you can send them in batches."

Luo Fei leaned against the headboard. The curtains weren't fully drawn, and light squeezed in through the gaps, falling on the pillow.

He replied, "Yes. Deliver them all at once, no need for batches. Have them assemble, stand in a square formation, and maintain contact with each other. I'll come and meet them."

Director Qin replied with a "Okay" and then hung up the phone.

Luo Fei sat up in bed, washed up and changed his clothes. With a thought, he appeared next to Director Qin in the next second, standing on the training camp's playground.

The campsite was set up temporarily on an open space on the outskirts of Kyoto.

The playground was packed with people, a full 100,000, all dressed in matching dark blue uniforms, divided into two groups by gender, men on the left and women on the right.

Everyone's expression is different.

Some people seemed a little nervous, their hands unconsciously clenched into fists, their eyes fixed on the front, as if trying to calm their inner excitement.

Some could not hide their excitement, their lips curving upwards involuntarily, their eyes sparkling with excitement, reflecting the first rays of morning sunlight.

Some people were filled with curiosity, turning their heads from time to time to look around at their surroundings and companions, and were full of imagination about the interstellar journey that was about to begin.

Others remained unusually calm, simply bowing their heads slightly, their gaze fixed on the tips of their shoes, as if silently reviewing the key points learned in the training over the past few days, making final preparations.

Among them were farmers, their hands still calloused.

Some of the skilled workers still had the smell of machine oil lingering between their fingers.

Some doctors had changed their white coats into dark blue uniforms.

Some teachers stepped down from the podium and into the crowd of people who were about to become immigrants.

Luo Fei stood under the flagpole in front of the playground, with Director Qin standing next to him.

Director Qin glanced at the neatly arranged line, then turned to Luo Fei and said, "Everyone's here. I'll take you to collect their luggage first."

With that, Director Qin led Luo Fei to a large warehouse next to the playground.

Inside the warehouse, there was a large pile of numbered suitcases, each clearly labeled with the corresponding name and number.

Luo Fei didn't say much and put all the suitcases into his storage ring.

After taking care of his luggage, Luo Fei turned around and walked back to the playground with Director Qin.

He walked straight to the front of the formation, took a few more steps forward, and stood at the very front of the formation, his gaze calmly sweeping over the 100,000 faces filled with anticipation and trepidation.

His voice reached everyone's ears: "Please hold the hand of the person next to you, and those at the edge of the line should put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them. Remember, no matter what happens, don't let go."

One hundred thousand people on the playground mobilized.

No one let go, no one spoke, and everyone stared at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei looked at the people holding hands, then reached out and placed his hand on the shoulder of the person at the front of the line. With a thought, the next second, everyone disappeared from the playground.

Almost at the same moment, on the distant planet Tigab, a huge crowd of people appeared out of thin air in the central square of the newly built city.

At this moment, everyone stood there in shock, some staring at a smoking volcano in the distance with their mouths agape, others looking up at the sky.