The Last Sentinel

Ignoring the commotion from the heretics, Ye Feng focused solely on filling out the forms.

Sequence: carbon-based

Gender: Number 1 - 100% pure male (5211256 possible genders)

Ancestral Star: Orion, Lighthouse

Identity: Interstellar civilian.

Age: 24, infancy. (The average lifespan of carbon-based life in the Milky Way is 500 years, thus classified as infancy.)

Ability: Mental

Ethnicity: Common

Background: Ordinary

Company: None available

Name: Ye Feng...

When Ye Feng entered his name, a prompt appeared on the form.

"Warning! This name has already been registered. Please change your name."

Ye Feng changed his name to: Sentinel...

"Warning! This name has already been registered. Please change your name."

Ye Feng was puzzled. He knew that to have the same name as him, it had to match all the data before him!

In other words, your abilities, age, status, and company background must all match!

Holy crap, how is this possible!

Unless the other side is copying me one-to-one right next to me!

But no one else around me filled out the Black Tower list. The most people filled out were the Black Tower Guild list!

Could it be that someone who knows me registered my name in advance?

Must be!

It's probably that bastard Charlie!

Ye Feng thought for a moment and wrote the words "Mad Dog" in the name column.

"Please collect your DNA sample!"

Ye Feng placed a single strand of hair in the last column of the contract. The contract glowed, transformed into a blue light in front of him, and disappeared.

"It's over!"

Beside him, Sherlock grabbed Ye Feng's arm. "Dude, you're really done for this time! You can't avoid it now! The Black Tower Guild will strap you onto a spaceship and send you to the desolate universe. Next time we meet, you'll be in a tiny box..."

Sherlock grabbed Ye Feng and cried his heart out.

Of course, as a shrewd businessman, he wasn't genuinely saddened by Ye Feng's passing. Instead, he wanted to become Ye Feng's family member so that if Ye Feng died later, he could receive a considerable amount of gold coins as a family member.

Ye Feng was an orphan, so he didn't mind having another family member. As long as he could get into the Black Tower, anything was fine with him, even if it meant recognizing a heretic as his brother.

Before long, several uniformed guards descended from above the Black Tower Guild.

"Hello, Mr. Mad Dog, right?"

"The president invites you to come with us!"

Ye Feng followed, and Sherlock hurriedly said from behind, "He's my brother, my brother, I want to go too."

The guards did not stop them, and Ye Feng and Sherlock followed them straight to the third floor.

Sherlock kept nagging in Ye Feng's ear, "Now you know why everyone's staring at you, right? You're crazy. No smart person would go to their death at the Black Tower. Is the Wilderness Universe a place where life can survive? There's a reason it's called the Wilderness Universe region. It's a planetary graveyard, a stellar ruin. So many powerful beings have perished there. Look at this interview corridor, it's covered in cobwebs. I don't know how long it's been since anyone came here for an interview. You came, you're really just giving this guild leader a boost..."

Ye Feng stopped in his tracks. "Then I'll go back now and tear up the contract. I'm not going!"

Sherlock was taken aback, then hurriedly said, "This, this won't do! You've already signed the contract, you have to go!"

Ye Feng chuckled. This guy really wouldn't care about anything else just for a few gold coins.

But that's how heretics are. Once we leave this planet, why would I waste words with him? I'd just crush him with two fingers!

"Stop!"

After glancing at the two, the guard said to Sherlock, "Family members, stand outside and wait. Black Tower trial participants, enter to undergo testing."

Sherlock hurriedly said, "Brother Dog, don't panic! The chairman is a very kind old man, and I have a good relationship with him. Just mention my name, and it'll work! I won't betray you!"

The titanium alloy door opened, and Ye Feng strode into the venue.

As Sherlock said, the venue had probably not been tested for a long time. The ground and equipment were covered with a layer of dust, and some of the equipment was even severely rusted and damaged.

"Hello!"

A beam of white light was projected onto Ye Feng.

At the source of the light and shadow, an old man with snow-white hair that trailed on the ground stood on the stage, smiling at him. He had some carbon-based life form blood. At first glance, his upper body was no different from a human's. But when Ye Feng saw his lower body, it was hard to describe how many legs and tails were under his bulging white robe. This gave Ye Feng a strange urge to draw his sword and shoot.

Ye Feng bowed and said, "Hello, respected guild leader of the Black Tower Guild on Lighthouse Star."

The old man, holding the form Ye Feng had filled out, smiled and said, "No, Mad Dog, my child, to be precise, I am one of the two hundred branch leaders of the Black Tower Guild on Lighthouse Star!"

"I'm so happy today! My guild has gained a warrior, a psychic ability user!"

"Did you know that Lighthouse Planet hasn't had a psychic ability user for far too long? Psychic abilities are, in the entire galaxy, a supernatural power that can only be found in those with noble bloodlines!"

"I'm starting to suspect that you might be a descendant of some noble bloodline, lost on this planet at the edge of the galaxy!"

Ye Feng said, "I am just an ordinary civilian in the Star River, as you see in the report."

The old man said, "Of course, I believe your child, I believe what you say, but we still need to go through some procedures."

Ye Feng nodded. "I understand. What do I need to do?"

The old man strolled down, gesturing as he spoke, "A test—no, child, did you think this was a test for me?"

Ye Feng blinked. "Isn't that right?"

"Of course not." The old man pointed to the rusty and old testing instruments around him and said, "These are testing gadgets from hundreds of years ago. Nowadays, testing is no longer necessary. Testing is done more by our partners than by me."

Ye Feng asked, "A partner test?"

"That's right!" The guild leader's long sleeves fluttered. "All warriors who enter the Black Tower for training need to find a partner and then be matched into a group before they can enter the Black Tower for training. This is the rule of the Black Tower. If you don't have a partner or if your partner is killed in the Black Tower for training, then you will be stripped of your qualification to enter the Black Tower for training."

Ye Feng thought to himself, "Is it really that troublesome?"

Let it be a trial; when people die, birds fly to the sky, and life and death are all in the hands of fate!

Why make it so complicated!

Ye Feng didn't say anything, but listened quietly.

The guild leader said, "Therefore, choosing a reliable partner is very important. After you've chosen a partner, they will assess you. If you pass, you'll meet in person at a certain place. If your strengths match, you can sign a partnership contract and enter the Wilderness Universe and the Black Tower for training!"

"The Partner Contract is a life-and-death alliance advocated by Wei Yang and recognized by the Xu Zu. Its full name is the Black Tower Partner Contract. It is limited to two life forms, regardless of race, gender, or status, but their rights surpass those of blood relatives, spouses, or brothers!"

"Once this partnership contract is signed, it cannot be terminated. Regardless of who is on either side, the contract will only be terminated upon the death of one party."

"Moreover, the two parties to the contract share each other's property, secrets, and even lifespans!"

"So you must think it through carefully. Be careful when signing an alliance. Don't sign one that is too weak or too strong."

"Being too weak will drag you down, while being too strong might mean you can't even understand the interview questions he asks. In fact, if you fall into some advanced axiomatic traps, his questions could crush your intelligence to the point of idiocy!"

"So, child, are you ready?"

Ye Feng nodded. "Of course."

The president snapped his fingers, his figure disappeared, and a huge golden canopy appeared overhead.

Good luck, kid!