The Great World was about to be born. After hearing the world announcement in the unseen depths, nearly every intelligent being learned the news.
This included the Transmigrators who periodically carried out trial missions.
In truth, constructing the World Channel did not prevent them from continuing to complete all manner of trial missions within the First Generation Chief God, until they completely broke free of it.
After their initial surprise, the Trialists quickly cast the matter to the back of their minds.
It was simple. The opening of the World Channel had little to do with them. Whether they could even survive the next trial world was still a question.
To them, trial missions were the urgent problem right before their eyes.
A young man clad head to toe in camouflage combat attire rested his right hand on the longsword at his waist and quietly climbed a large tree. He gazed into the distance, his pupils shifting as the city and palace far away came fully into view. After a long while, he leaped lightly down from the tree like a wildcat and swiftly vanished into the woods.
Before long, he slipped into another concealed stone cave and said to a short-haired young man in black inside, "Captain, the Troll God King is always followed by a large group of guards when he goes to the Martial Arts Field to inspect the troll soldiers' training. The key is that these guards are extremely powerful. Judging by Perception, any one of them could fight us evenly if picked at random. We simply have no chance of getting close to the Troll God King. And besides..."
Seeing that he had fallen silent, the black-clad captain continued for him, "And even if we got close to the Troll God King, we still wouldn't