Survival of the Giant: Long Aotian

A thunderous voice rang throughout the entire Central Hall, clear as day to every Player.

The Players who had been scrambling to hand over their Extraordinary Items all stopped.

"Who's there? Who dares to cause trouble here?" The Veteran Players were furious. They were about to get their hands on countless Extraordinary Items, and now someone had jumped in to ruin everything.

At the same time, every Player looked around, trying to find where the voice had come from.

A phantom flashed across the ceiling of the hall. It came to a stop above the Nine-Headed Cylinder Lamp, and a tall man appeared.

Everyone looked up. The man was handsome and dashing, with sharp brows and bright eyes.

The Veteran Player leading the group shouted, "Who are you?"

"Are you a Veteran Player or a new Player?"

Hovering in the air, the man rested a hand beneath his chin and replied, "Who I am doesn't matter. You don't need to worry about me. I came to watch the show, but I didn't expect the Players entering this Survival Game to be worse with every passing batch."

"Players used to at least dare to fight back. I never thought the ones coming in now would just give up without a fight."

"Looks like there won't be a fight after all. I guess there's no show to watch."

The Veteran Player leading the group asked, "You're a Veteran Player?"

"If you are, you should be hurrying along. Why come here and cause trouble?"

The man in the air replied, "I'm not causing trouble. Since there's no show to watch, I'm here to recruit teammates."

"Anyone want to Team Up with me? If you join my team, you're sure to get Flames of Civilization."

"Playing the fool and putting on a show? You're