Federation Lifeform Strength Assessment

Lister calmly looked at the old man in front of him, who was also staring at him.

Hoffman has left, but the two people Hoffman teleported here are in some trouble.

"What is your relationship with Lord Hoffman?"

As he spoke, the old man had already walked up to Lister.

The staff in his hand had long been put away; without any magical fluctuations, it resembled a withered wooden cane, serving as the old man's walking stick.

"Friend."

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded, without suspecting anything.

It's not surprising that the person Hoffman could teleport to was a friend.

My name is Martin.

"Which civilization are you two from? What brings you to our Arcane Civilization's Truth Star?"

"We're here to register our civilization and hope to join the Galactic Federation."

Hoffman could ignore and ridicule his opponent, but Lister and his companion did not have that ability.

Given Hoffman's attitude towards him, the mage Martin remained respectful towards the two of them and showed no intention of making a move.

Since he still intended to communicate with the two of them and find out the situation, Lister simply revealed his true purpose.

Upon hearing this, Martin frowned, and a sudden flash of light appeared on the staff in his hand.

It wasn't an attack on the two of them; it seemed more like they were gathering information about them.

After examining them for a while, he looked at the two of them with some disbelief, muttering to himself.

"So, someone who can become friends with Galactic Noble is actually an unregistered resident?"

Galactic Noble?

This was the third time he had heard Martin address Hoffman as an aristocrat, and his doubts deepened once again.

Hoffman's identity is truly too peculiar; one moment he's an S-class wanted criminal in his own civilization, and the next he's Galactic Noble as described by the mage Martin.

It's hard to understand how these two extreme identities can coexist.

"In that case, shall I take you two to register?"

He didn't give anyone a chance to refuse once he started talking, and Lister had no objection to that.

With this old master by my side, at least the registration task won't go wrong.

He immediately followed behind, taking a fresh look at the world around him.

There were many people walking around on the street, most of them wearing robes, and they liked to wear the hoods on as well.

Of course, there are also many people like them, wearing special protective gear, equipped with external mechanical arms, some even going out completely naked, and all sorts of indescribable bizarre uniforms.

Compare this to the Galactic Federation lifeforms that Lister encountered in the game during his previous life.

This Arcane Civilization, at least in appearance, is almost identical to him.

Unlike the humans of the Yalan Civilization, who were generally 2-3 meters tall and whose skin was not only black, white, and yellow, but also blue and green.

[Target discovered: Unknown (Level 3 Civilization)]

[Level: LV81]

[Overall Rating: B]

[Target discovered: Unknown (Level 2 Civilization)]

[Target discovered: Unknown (No civilization registered)]

When you scan a passerby with the system, information about civilization will also appear.

I guess it's because the system can connect to the Galactic Federation's information database.

The proportion of people from the Arcane Civilization on the road is not high.

Whenever they appear, they are usually wearing robes, and their rank and overall evaluation are not low.

His individual strength far surpasses that of the Yalan Civilization he was involved in during his previous life.

The highest level of the Arcane Civilization samples he can currently observe is level 90, with most being rated D to B.

In comparison, the overall evaluation of life forms from other lower-level civilizations is far inferior.

Most are at the most basic F level, with only a small number reaching E or D level.

The inscriptions on the surface of the towers I passed by, upon closer inspection, reveal their contents to be various job advertisements.

"Arcane Civilization CX703 resource planet requires one monitor and multiple miners."

"Monitor requirements: Civilization level three or above, rank ten or above, ability rating C or above, income in Federal Credits or Arcane Amethyst Coins: xxx."

"Miner requirements: Civilization level zero or higher, Tier 6 or higher, Ability rating F or higher, Income..."

"Dolan Adventurer Team is recruiting teammates. Civilization level three or higher, rank twelve or higher,..."

"Unknown Civilization Explorer: No civilization restrictions (unregistered residents are acceptable), no rank restrictions,..."

At a glance, all the jobs that seem acceptable have a civility requirement of level three or higher.

Discrimination is everywhere; it seems that even the Galactic Federation is a class society.

In his previous life as a player, Lister didn't actually spend much time in the galaxy, just a few years of game time.

Then came the version that entered the grand cosmic era, where there was little understanding of class distinctions and discrimination within the galaxy, but now there is a sudden realization.

The sky was filled with various giant spherical floating objects, resembling the public transportation system of the ruling planet of the Aolan Civilization.

They seemed to have arrived at a designated boarding point. With a gentle wave of his hand, the mage Martin sent a huge spherical object down to rest in front of the three of them.

A square gate protruded from the surface of the sphere, while an inscription engraved on the gate shimmered.

"This transportation service only accepts life forms of Level 3 civilization or above (or life forms with special privileges). The fare is..."

I never imagined that even public transportation in a lower-level civilization would have restrictions.

No wonder that this giant sphere of transportation doesn't see many people using it; most of the time, it just floats quietly in the air.

Fortunately, the mage Martin simply waved his hand and granted the authority.

"Congratulations, you have obtained the Arcane Civilization Public Transportation Permit. Remaining time: 179 days and 23 hours..."

The giant sphere flew directly towards the central, colossal tower at a very high speed.

Just a few minutes later, the three of them arrived in front of the giant tower.

The people entering and leaving the tower are now all dressed in religious robes.

It seems that in this area, it's a customary practice to wear robes as formal attire.

The strangely dressed people who had been on the road were nowhere to be seen, making Lister and his companion stand out oddly in the crowd.

Many passersby would subconsciously glance at them.

Wang Yue kept her aura perception very low, mainly focusing on observing Lister.

Their eyes were filled with disdain, ridicule, and contempt for lower-level civilized life forms; only a very few showed a hint of sympathy.

"Gentlemen, entry is prohibited without a reservation."

A female mage in a red robe stopped the two outside the giant tower.

[Target discovered: Unknown]

[Grade:???]

[Overall Rating: B]

Another high-level mage who is completely undetectable.

He looks young, but his actual lifespan is unknown.

How can I make an appointment?

"Please provide the level information of your civilization."

"If you don't belong to a specific civilization, you can't make a reservation."

The woman wore a smile, but that smile was actually quite intriguing; her eyes betrayed her disdain.

To register, you need to make an appointment; to make an appointment, you need to have an identity.

This was a vicious cycle, Lister strongly suspected that the female mage in front of him was deliberately blocking his speech.

Fortunately, the Martin behind them spoke up for them.

"Let them in."

Seeing that Martin was wearing a robe, the female mage became much more polite.

"Please show me your..."

The staff in his hand flickered with magical energy, but the energy dissipated in an instant.

The female mage opposite her changed her attitude drastically at this moment, and said with a respectful expression.

"Captain Martin, welcome... please come in with your friends."

The offices for registration and identity processing are located in the lobby area on the first floor.

The office was small, and an elderly monk was on duty inside.

He looked older than the mage Martin, with a face full of wrinkles and a large mole on the corner of his mouth.

Only when someone entered did he reluctantly turn off the virtual reality projector on the table, which resembled an entertainment program.

His gaze swept over the three men, then quickly settled on Lister and Wang Yue.

"Which civilization do you want to join? And what about the token for the promised spot? Give it all at once, don't waste my time."

"The Moore mages, they've come to register their civilization."

Before the two could speak, the mage Martin behind them began to explain.

"Oh? Register for a civilized account?"

"It's been decades since I've handled this kind of business."

As the old man spoke, he habitually touched the large mole on the corner of his mouth, a somewhat lewd gesture.

"Show me your registration permit. Is it from the Federation Government or the military district?"

This left Lister somewhat puzzled by the question.

Wasn't it said that the registration of civilizations was based on the standard of "advanced life forms"?

"Do you have permission or not? If you're from the Federation Military District, you could show your rank insignia."

Seeing that Lister remained silent, the mage Moore began to grow impatient.

"Besides these two, there should be another registration standard, right?"

Logically, Hoffman wouldn't lie to him, so he asked directly.

Upon hearing this, the mage Moore was taken aback at first, then looked at the mage Martin behind him.

"Lister, do you mean you two meet the registration criteria of the Federation Initial Regulations?"

It was still Master Martin who asked, looking uncertain.

"Is it about the standards for 'advanced life forms'?"

I should meet the requirements.

Seeing Lister's certainty, the Moore mage before him was somewhat skeptical.

"You can't decide these standards yourself. Are you sure you want to register according to the basic regulations and standards?"

"I'm sure."

Seeing this, the old man slowly picked up the staff leaning against the table, and with a casual wave of his hand, the dark space behind him was suddenly activated.

Lister then realized that there was another room inside, and blue rays were constantly sweeping through the room.

"This is the standard testing area of Galactic Federation. You may go in."

Without any hesitation, Lister stepped inside.

The door was closed the next moment, and a cold, mechanical sound came from inside.

"Life form strength standard testing in progress."

All the blue rays in the room converged on Lister. He thought he would feel uncomfortable, but he didn't feel anything at all.

Soon, a life form with the same appearance and body as its own gradually formed in front of it, except that its entire body was composed of blue rays.

After a long while, his simulated blue body collapsed like particles, and the blue rays had moved away from him.

The system's detection beeping sounded immediately afterward.

"Testing revealed that the organism belongs to the genetic race of Ancient Humans."

Development Direction: Ancient Martial Arts System

Standard level: LV60

Strength Rank: S-Rank (Overlord Tier)

Number of evolutions of life forms: once

It meets the criteria for a Level 1 "Advanced Life Form".