On the Floating Immortal Island, the beast-patterned War Drum, several zhang tall, did not stop after it began to sound, its booming roar like rolling thunder.
Amid the clouds stood a vast and intricate immortal palace. From here, one could see every combat and defensive deployment in the Dragon Universe. Massive projections precisely marked warships and Ancient Desolate Beasts, while immortal officials and heavenly generals of every rank bustled about, studying troop deployments. Through the main gates, one could see ship after ship smashing through the clouds from the ground below, rising continuously day and night.
The immortal officials suddenly discovered that a great number of starships were sitting idle.
Large vessels possessed sturdier defensive arrays and more powerful heavy weapons. Most had been built during the resource-abundant era after the creation of heaven and earth, yet they had been left unused due to a shortage of pilots capable of operating them. This caused the immortal officials no small amount of distress.
Every human and demon beast capable of operating a starship had been gathered, yet it was still not enough. Thus, they decided to recruit players skilled at piloting starships in virtual games. The virtual games had originally been created for troop training; though their content and parameters differed from reality, the gap was not large.
It did not matter how excellent a newbie's piloting skills were. In any case, large vessels had virtually no maneuverability to speak of.
In a dormitory at some academy, leftover lunch sat on the table. A young man was sleeping like a log when sudden knocking woke him.
Still half-asleep, he got up, scratched at the hair flattened crooked from sleep, and opened the door.
The moment he opened it, he froze.
They were not his roommates. Two Heavenly Soldiers stood outside.
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