You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

After the Frog Emperor and all the frogs finished kneeling in worship, they said "Rise" with great enjoyment.

Xu Hengzhou's knuckles turned white as he gripped the gun; it was completely broken, and it was about to break completely!

Even Zhong Xun got goosebumps all over his body.

"Judge, please forgive my rudeness," said the Frog Emperor. "As you can see, it is very difficult for me to move in this form."

Meng Jing understood his meaning and slowly stepped forward.

The crowd blocking the way automatically moved aside.

"I knew it." Frog Emperor sighed as he spoke, "These little tricks are useless against you. I originally planned to wear down your mental energy through the competition, but when I saw your dragon wings, I realized I was still naive."

The frog nearby suddenly cried out, "No! The Frog Emperor will never..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked away by the Frog Emperor's ankle and blasted into the wall, leaving only a hole.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking," the Frog Emperor said impatiently, but when he looked at Meng Jingting, he resumed his wise and gentle tone: "Grand Judge, then we won't waste any more time."

Meng Jingting also chose to get straight to the point: "What's your purpose in bringing me in?"

"Before that, may I tell you a story?"

Meng Jing listened without giving a direct answer.

The Frog Emperor's eyes gradually deepened.

  

There was once a journalist who was full of ambition but was poor and destitute. With his meager salary at the newspaper, he could barely make a living in Area A. He dreamed that one day he could stand at the pinnacle of the news industry and report on the secret histories of those important figures.

However, day after day, he could only deal with trivial matters, because even their newspaper's editor-in-chief couldn't get the big news and breaking stories.

The reporter was all alone, with no relatives left. Several times he risked his life to stake out trending headlines, but he was either caught and driven away or beaten up.

The rain pelted down on him, and the reporter huddled in a ball, feeling dirty and smelly.

Just then, someone held an umbrella over his head.

The reporter, his face covered in blood, slowly raised his head.

The man, dressed in a suit and tie, with the brightly lit up upscale hotel in Zone A in the background, gave the reporter a sympathetic look and then said in a gentle voice, "I have a headline interview here, do you need it?"

The reporter's pupils dilated in shock. He had been hit hard so many times and was mired in difficulties. For the first time, he thought that Lady Luck was on his side.

He scrambled to his feet, the earlier dejection and pain vanishing instantly. He wiped the blood from his face, straightened his cheap, misshapen suit again and again, reached out his hand, then withdrew it, relying solely on his professionalism to solemnly assure him: "Thank you, I will definitely cherish this opportunity! I believe you will enjoy my interviewing style."

"Of course." The other person's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

The reporter was taken to a hotel, where he experienced the life of the truly wealthy for the first time in his life. The room was full of high-tech gadgets, the service was at his beck and call, the fine wines were exquisite, and there were even handsome boys and beautiful girls...

The reporter may have been wary for a moment, but quickly became engrossed again.

He was led to the interview room, drank a cup of hot tea, and just as he read aloud the opening remarks he had revised many times, his vision began to go black.

The reporter inexplicably fell into a long dream.

In his hazy state, he saw the operating lights and a group of people wrapped up tightly around him. "What's wrong with me?" the reporter thought, when a sharp pain suddenly struck, as if every cell in his body had been opened up and forcibly merged with something else, or rather, as if he had been invaded by something...

In just a few times, the reporter was in so much pain that she felt like she was going to die.

"They've merged; they're contaminated frogs."

Frogs? Pollution? The reporter's head was throbbing. Finally managing to gather some energy, he struggled to sit up on the operating table, intending to rub his temples, but he touched a peculiar skin texture. The reporter froze, lowering his hand… No, this wasn't a hand. How could this be called a hand? It felt like a frog's webbed feet…

and many more……

and many more!

The reporter's pupils shrank to a single point, his nerves tightening instantly. That fading hope spurred him to get out of bed. He lay on the floor, searching for a mirror.

Suddenly, he froze.

It was a slightly reflective instrument panel.

The reporter saw a huge frog lying on the ground.

woo woo woo...

He pounded his webbed feet on the ground, not understanding how he had become like this. In the distance, he vaguely heard voices outside saying things like "Subject 148 has awakened!" A large amount of anesthetic sprayed out of the walls, and the reporter drifted off to sleep. He hoped that when he woke up, this nightmare would be over.

There's no need to interview any big shots. Human life is so fragile right now, given how easily pollutants are created. It's already quite good that he can support himself and stay safely in Area A.

The reporter suddenly found himself cherishing every day of the past.

Just live like an ordinary person.

But it was all too late.

"Subject 148 is experiencing severe rejection; their entire gene chain has broken, and contamination levels have exceeded the critical threshold and are still rising!"

"I can't take it anymore, I can't control myself!"

"The medication stopped working, that's a pity."

……

"Destroy it."

With just three casual words, the reporter was thrown into a damp, sticky place that reeked of foul odors. The excruciating pain and persistent high fever left him weak, but before death approached, a strong will to live surged within him.

He came from a remote mountain village, a test-taker from a small town. He was admitted to a good school in Yandu. Before he passed away, his elderly mother repeatedly told him that he must make something of himself, and even if he couldn't, he should just live a good life.

In his second month in Yandu, he saw news reports that his hometown had been bloodily destroyed by pollutants.

I can't die...

Think of a way...

The flippers landed in the sewage, the coolness relieving the intense heat. The reporter rolled down into the sewage before the explosion began.

After being severely damaged, the broken gene chains begin to connect in a strange way, creating a completely new arrangement and combination that contains biological secrets that humanity cannot currently decipher.

who I am……

He waded through sewage, ate countless filth, and finally passed through a crevice in the dark tide to reach the outside world.

Lying on the beach, he stared at the bright moon high in the sky and thought to himself, "I will never let anyone control my destiny again."

"I am the Frog Emperor," the giant frog declared in its final statement.

Everyone present was dumbfounded. What kind of nonsense was this?

Meng Jingting looked at him indifferently. Even from his superior perspective, Frog Emperor could not see any emotional fluctuations in this human. Yes, an S-class Alpha, born to be the center of attention... The next second, he clearly saw a fleeting pity in Meng Jingting's eyes.

It's not pity, not sympathy, but a deep compassion born from empathy for a given fact that can no longer be changed.

The Frog Emperor said hopefully, "Cooperate with me."