The mask effortlessly displayed the dazzling warehouse doors.
"There's no need to worry. Since we have such an exchange system, I'll make sure to prepare enough supplies... As long as you can obtain enough Merit Points, you can exchange them for as much as you want. Of course, besides exchanging them for items, Merit Points can also be exchanged for authority! Here is a diagram showing the military rank classifications for cosmic warfare. Different ranks grant control over different numbers of troops and basic supplies."
In many people's eyes, what use was a military rank compared to a treasure?
Most young people capable of opening a True Prefecture at this age disliked fighting alongside large armies. They preferred fighting alone or forming groups with several equally powerful individuals.
"The military rank system... is rather interesting. The key isn't deploying troops, but authority! It allows one to obtain war intelligence at the earliest opportunity, even some important classified information, which can help one acquire Merit Points more quickly and efficiently."
Yu Jing read many details into this system.
However, the price of military ranks was frighteningly high. Reaching even the first rank required 3,000 Merit Points—enough to exchange for a finished ghost-grade item.
The mask continued, "As for the specific Merit Point exchanges, once you arrive at the main base of any war zone, you can check the detailed information... Next, I'll introduce the current war zones. Everyone, listen carefully! Every person present must forcibly choose a war zone and head there to participate in battle within a short period."
"There are currently five major war zones... I'll introduce them one by one."
The mask waved both hands, enlarging a three-dimensional star map.
"The Black Sore Starfield. The notorious Dark Mother Breeder, Shub-Niggurath, has been completely imprisoned and restrained within this