Apocalypse Gachapon

Gubler Race disappeared after Ye Zhongming’s furious declaration, and the space calmed back down.

If Luther People’s invitation tempted Ye Zhongming slightly, he was disgusted with the proud Gubler Race.

He didn’t know where that pride came from, and that caused him to clash with him.

Of course, Ye Zhongming guessed some things from what the Gubler Race person said.

Rather than this being a test for evolved, it was more of a selection where the races in the universe selected warriors. In truth, this was similar to how humans chose pets. If they were interested in it, they would buy it. No one would care about what the pets and animals thought.

The only good thing in comparison was that this selection followed the rules, and those people couldn’t force him into accepting.

But no matter what, it couldn’t change the fact that human evolved was being forced and made use of.

Give you some benefits? Yes, but you might end up dying.

Good equipment can’t change the fact that people are using you.

He didn’t want to become cannon fodder and die for those lifeforms that enslaved Earth.

Ye Zhongming sat in the space and lowered his head. The light was blocked, making his face look dark, which was similar to what he was feeling.

Things were more severe than he thought.

When he first knew about the Slave Race, he thought they were the culprits behind the apocalypse, that they were his final target.

But as he got stronger, grasped more power, and saw more things, he knew that other lifeforms existed—from Li Qiang, he knew about those lifeforms on the ship.

Ye Zhongming didn’t know if they were from the Slave Race, but according to their outer appearance, they shouldn’t be the same race.

Then, was one type of lifeform called the Slave Race, or were they called the Slave Race as a whole?

Ye Zhongming learned about the Luther People and the Gubler Race. Where did these lifeforms come from? Were they all Slave Race? Were they the subordinates of the Slave Race? Were they the same level? Or was there something else?

Many questions wrapped around his heart, which made him feel uneasy.

Were there thousands of races fighting over Earth?

These lifeforms had to follow some rules now so they could not land on Earth. But what if, one day, these rules were broken? How would Earth react?

Also, what was the relationship between them and the wheel?

With these uneasy thoughts, Ye Zhongming didn’t notice the space's color changing. Another voice appeared.

“I am a noble warrior from Saint Sangru, the conqueror of the Saint Mountain, Harry Defu, who will never back down. I represent our noble Saint Sangru War God Hades and invite you to join us. If you agree to join, you will get a drop of war god blood and the king’s blessing!”

Ye Zhongming was jolted to his senses but quickly smiled coldly and listened.

“Saint Sangru is…”

This person said sentence after sentence. Ye Zhongming listened and didn’t say a word until a certain moment.

“Who is the Slave Race? What is the wheel?”

This Harry Defu backed out. The space’s color changed, and a new race came.

Ye Zhongming listened in silence before he asked the same thing.

Who was the Slave Race?

What was the wheel?

None of those races who were cold, warm, proud, threatening, or begging answered him.

Ye Zhongming felt they knew the answer; they either didn’t want to or couldn’t tell him.

Ye Zhongming stood up. He just listened to which race they were from before rejecting.

Seemed like he had to search for the answer he wanted.

When the space recovered and didn’t change color for a long time, Ye Zhongming knew this selection was over. He was ready to head out.

But a voice rang out.

“Why don’t you choose?”

Ye Zhongming was stunned. Based on the pattern, each race represented a color, but no race would appear in this space. Where did the voice come from?

“You will have to choose in the end. This is pretty much the basis of surviving on this planet. I understand that strong people are proud, but pride can’t make you strong. The strong people rely on evolution level, equipment level, and battle experience.”

This voice didn’t introduce himself. He didn’t ask Ye Zhongming to choose but analyzed the issue from another angle.

“If you don’t choose, you are rejecting them all. It will make things tough in the future.”

Ye Zhongming asked, “Who are you?”

That voice stopped and then said, “Gore Race.”

When Ye Zhongming asked him something else, he noticed he was out of the space and before the next step.

It seemed like the choice was over.

Ye Zhongming found it a waste. After all, the other factions gave good conditions. Some rewards tempted him, but he didn’t regret them.

He knew that he still had time. Those races had to follow the rules and protect the evolved on Earth. Before the rules were broken, he could do many things.

After entering the next step, he stopped being so perfect. He used the fastest way to solve it, and his progress picked up.

Ye Zhongming didn’t think much, but those who observed the rankings were in an uproar.

Ye Zhongming had stayed on the 36th step for a long time. The other three were already over 40 steps.

When he was making his choice, Deacon Tong had reached the 46th step, a full ten more than Ye Zhongming. Deacon Water and Zhang Hetai were on the 45th.

The gap was huge. Some people even discussed that Ye Zhongming was trapped on the 36th step and would be eliminated quickly. Some news from those who left before was that the challenges would be dangerous, so people guessed that Ye Zhongming might have fallen inside and lost his life.

A comedic change occurred when everyone didn’t have high hopes for him.