No sooner had Lin Ye finished speaking than several group members began chattering among themselves.
"To kill the Rare Beast Blood Scale without injury despite lacking intelligence—this Zhou Zhe's combat wisdom and instincts... are formidable! He is absolutely worth nurturing!"
The speaker wore a perfectly tailored black suit. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, he looked like an English gentleman, with a silver-rimmed monocle perched on his nose and an exceedingly solemn expression.
The second to speak was a delicate little boy, barely around 1.3 meters tall, yet he spoke with the air of an old man. "I think Little Yezi's disciple has decent character! You can tell he knows how to repay kindness. If you have any last wishes, you can entrust him with your orphan!"
The third to speak was a red-haired beautiful girl clad in heavy knight armor.
She was exceedingly lively, looking as though she feared the world was not chaotic enough. "Dog Group Owner, say something! You've lurked for so long—come out and speak!"
As soon as those words fell, a man draped in a gray cloak and wearing a purple wizard's hat gazed gloomily at the red-haired girl for a long while before shifting his eyes toward Lin Ye. "The planes where the other members reside are manageable, but yours..."
"I said before that your world has countless versions of both its future and its past. It is utterly impossible to predict."
"At the very least, I can't do it!"
"The timeline of your universe has already been kneaded into a tangled mess by 'that one.'"
"The river of time is a plaything in Their hand."
"History dances at Their fingertips."
"I do not even dare to peer into Their authority."
"Honestly... I've seen quite a few gods and immortals, but compared to that one... forget it. The gap is greater than that between dust and a star! There is no comparison at all!"
"They are already an unfathomable existence, standing proudly above the heavenly void of all realms."
"Even merely projecting into this universe makes me feel as though my source of magic could explode at any moment! My soul is showing signs of collapse, and even my True Spirit Imprint is trembling!"
At this point, the group owner adjusted his wizard's hat and said in a cowardly tone, "Little Yezi... honestly, if you have any last wishes, hurry up and leave them behind."
"Our group's main combat power isn't weak across the myriad heavens and worlds, the Endless Planes, but in your case, we really can't interfere!"
"Whoever goes, dies!"
"Also... a reminder."
"Your Earth's protagonists... ahem, Children of Destiny, number around ten or so."
"I can confirm that your disciple Zhou Zhe is not one of them."
After speaking, the owner of the Myriad Realms Communication Group looked around nervously, then suddenly shuddered. "I'm out, I'm out! Don't start video calls in this place next time!"
"I'm truly afraid that 'that one' might suddenly get a whim and sweep up our tiny broken group in one net, dragging us all into Their Cosmic Arena."
As he spoke, the group owner's figure suddenly dissipated. The other group members also logged off one after another.
Lin Ye put away the silver-white octagonal disk. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly chuckled.
The suddenly descended "god" was not a god in the true sense.
According to the judgments of the big shots in the Myriad Realms Communication Group, Their status far surpassed that of gods and immortals. They could be compared with Hongjun, who merged with the Dao in the primordial legends—perhaps even surpassed him—and could freely alter the rules of the universe and the laws of planes.
Even the nearly omnipotent "Myriad Realms Communication Group Points" could not remove the Cosmic Gladiator imprint They had bestowed.
If one wanted to exchange for things like the "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts," the Bloodline Core of the Progenitor of Blood Race, the Lich Phylactery of a Demigod, the Jade Disc of Creation, an Immortal Body, infinite lifespan, resurrection of the dead, or limiter removal through the mysterious Myriad Realms Communication Group, the group would at least quote an astronomical number of points that would drive one to despair.
But...
To remove the Cosmic Gladiator imprint?
The group had long given its answer directly—impossible!
Thirty minutes until the ninth Cosmic Arena Combat!
After eating with Zhou Zhe, Lin Ye said with a grave expression, "Promise me that before your strength reaches a certain level, you will not revive me."
Hearing this, Zhou Zhe was deeply puzzled.
Gods would grant a certain amount of Gladiator Points to gladiators who performed well. So long as one had enough points, one could do almost anything.
Even reversing Earth's time back to the Qin Dynasty or Han Dynasty could be done!
Naturally, reviving a human was possible as well!
Who did not want to live?
"Xiao Zhe, listen to me carefully."
Lin Ye gripped a pair of bamboo chopsticks and lightly tapped the tabletop. "Those who are revived remain Cosmic Gladiators. They still have to fight to the death in the arena."
"Someone with mediocre aptitude like mine, even if I possess a few little secrets, cannot survive in the Cosmic Arena for long."
"I don't want to waste your points and hold back your growth."
Having said that, Lin Ye set down his chopsticks and pressed his left hand onto Zhou Zhe's shoulder. His handsome face was filled with solemnity. "I know you are someone who repays kindness, but you must promise me!"
"Before you have the ability to remove the gladiator imprint, do not revive me."
"That would have no meaning at all!"
Zhou Zhe felt bitterness in his mouth.
The identity of a Cosmic Gladiator gave Earth Humans hope of transcending the ordinary, yet it was also a burden heavy beyond measure.
Within the vast and boundless universe, there were countless people of astonishing talent.
Who dared guarantee that they would be the one to laugh last?
Who dared be certain they could win every time?
A gladiator could win countless times.
However...
So long as they failed once, they would die without even a burial place!
Lin Ye's words were almost equivalent to last words.
After pondering for a long time, Zhou Zhe finally said, "I respect your choice..."
"I absolutely will not let you down!"
Only after receiving that answer did a smile finally appear on Lin Ye's face.
When he participated in Cosmic Arena Combat for the second time, everyone thought he had defeated his enemy, been gravely wounded and near death, then received divine rewards and recovered completely. In truth...
Lin Ye had already perished together with his opponent during that second Cosmic Arena Combat.
It was only that before participating in the combat, he had borrowed group points in advance from his friends in the Myriad Realms Communication Group and prepared a one-use resurrection method—the ultra-rare legendary item from a warlock plane, Tears of the Goddess of Life.
After barely repaying the loan, Lin Ye no longer had the means to purchase a second resurrection item.
The "Golden Finger" known as the Myriad Realms Communication Group was clearly known to the "god"!
For the sake of amusement, They had arranged opponents for Lin Ye whose strength was clearly greater than those faced by other Earth Humans!
After his resurrection, every Cosmic Arena Combat left Lin Ye physically and mentally exhausted, becoming harder and harder to handle.
His powerful sixth sense told him that he would not survive until the end!
The day of his death was rapidly approaching!
If nothing unexpected happened...
It would be today.
Half an hour vanished in the blink of an eye.
The ninth Cosmic Arena Combat officially began!
Gladiators scattered all across the globe were chosen by the gods at the same moment.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
One figure after another vanished abruptly.
Somewhere in the universe that had originally been silent, frigid, and empty...
A new arena was completely constructed in an instant!
Dragon bones of unknown millions of kilometers in length, vast enough to blot out the sky and sun, manifested from the void.
An oval atmospheric barrier enveloped them.
Within the dark, lonely vacuum where not the slightest light could be seen, starlight emerged bit by bit, blazing brilliantly.
A moment later, countless black dots appeared upon the enormous dragon skeleton.
Upon closer inspection...
How were they black dots?
They were clearly gladiators from every major civilization!
"Someone complained before that the arena grounds were too plain, so this time, I put in a little thought."
A voice neither male nor female, neither old nor young, shattered the vacuum and broke the shackles of all mediums, echoing throughout the entire universe. "Everyone..."
"Welcome to the Starry Dragon Bone Arena."
See you tomorrow! Ho ho ho ho!
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