Not Afraid of Death, Only Then Are You Worthy of Living Better

Watching the four-cornered man in midair with an impatient expression, the Wu Gang Clan members below all changed color.

Among them, Xuan Gang's eyes blazed with fury; as a Star Grade martial artist, he couldn't even stabilize his own aura.

"The last time, it was also him who came as the steward, right?"

Wu Sheng looked at Xuan Gang's angry face, hesitated for a moment, then tried to ask softly.

If his guess was correct, this was the guy who had forcibly taken Xuan Gang's three children.

Sure enough, Xuan Gang just closed his eyes and nodded heavily.

"In the future, I'll kill him to avenge you!"

A sharp glint flashed through the red light in Wu Sheng's eyes as he watched that fat-headed, big-eared fellow strutting arrogantly, already marking him as a dead man in his heart.

Even though he was Cosmic Level!

"No, don't. If a member of our Prison Clan is killed, it's because their own strength wasn't enough—no one else is to blame. Don't act rashly over this and put yourself in danger."

Xuan Gang quickly urged Wu Sheng, telling him not to take any risks.

Wu Sheng didn't understand this at all. In his view, why let such a prime culprit off so easily?

His strength was weak now, but when it grew stronger in the future, couldn't he take revenge?

"Really, so many people short? No choice. Third group, fourth group, fifth group, follow the rules and grab those who meet the conditions first. For the rest, pick the tallest among the short."

After exchanging a few words with the Wu Gang Clan chief, the four-cornered man looked very dissatisfied.

The next moment, three teams flew directly out of the huge circular ship, each led by several Star Grade powerhouses, while the Planet Grade members who couldn't fly on their own stood on Telekinetic Weapons, following closely behind.

Clearly, this steward was going to forcibly take people to meet his quota.

As for Wu Sheng, who had already registered and applied, under Xuan Gang's reluctant gaze, he followed a Planet Grade member standing on a white light wheel and slowly flew toward the hatch of the circular ship.

"Black Boy!"

Just as Wu Sheng was about to enter the hatch, Xuan Gang couldn't help but shout loudly, tears streaming from his eyes. He tried to fly up but was forcibly stopped by a Star Grade deputy captain.

That deputy captain just showed a cruel smile—if Xuan Gang tried to resist, he wouldn't hesitate to strike.

"Wait for me. I will definitely come back alive!"

Wu Sheng waved at Xuan Gang, telling him not to act rashly, and was then directly taken through the hatch.

"Dad! Waaah!"

"Xiao Man!"

"No, I don't want to go! Mom, save me!"

Since the numbers weren't filled, those team members frantically searched among the Planet Grade Wu Gang Clan members. Some Wu Gang Clan members knew they couldn't escape and followed silently with despair on their faces, but most didn't want to go.

Because going meant certain death.

Some parents couldn't bear to see their children taken and tried to stop them, but were forcibly suppressed by the Star Grade captains and deputy captains.

Those who resisted too fiercely even sparked conflict, and blood had already stained a large area red.

"Alright, just teach them a lesson. No need to kill."

The four-cornered man frowned, ordering back a Ninth Order Star Grade captain, then casually flicked a finger at a dying Wu Gang Clan woman.

A blue light flew to her side, then quietly hovered there, transforming into a dazzling crystal.

"As a member of the Prison Clan, how can you not see things clearly? Your child was chosen, but that also represents an opportunity for him. Staying by your side—would that be carefree? It's just the difference between dying early or late. Other than that, I really can't see any difference!"

"Remember, only Prison Clan members who aren't afraid to die deserve to live better!"

"Wrap it up. Next stop, the Bone Snail Clan."

The four-cornered man shook his head, recalled his subordinates, then returned to the circular ship himself, steering its flight direction toward another region.

This was a hall over ten meters wide but less than three meters high. Wu Sheng sat cross-legged inside, resting with his eyes closed.

Around him, the hall was also filled with Prison Clan members.

They, a group of Planet Grade Prison Clan members, had been here for two days. In Wu Sheng's hall, aside from a few who cried and complained at the start, everyone had now grown numb.

Suddenly, one wall of the hall blazed with light, and dazzling rays converged in front of it, finally condensing into the form of the four-cornered man.

"Hello, I am the steward responsible for bringing you to the Trial Ground this time. You can call me Lord Beiming."

The four-cornered man introduced himself with a smile.

Clearly, he was using holographic projection technology to cast his image into every hall of the circular ship.

But many of the forcibly taken Planet Grade Prison Clan members showed resentment in their eyes when they saw his face.

"I know many of you hate me, thinking that I forcibly took you here to send you to your deaths. But let me tell you a fact: thousands of years ago, I also went through what you're experiencing now, because I was forcibly taken too."

Hearing the four-cornered man say this, many Prison Clan members were shocked. They never imagined that this detestable and powerful steward had once been in the same position as them—forced into it.

"Although our Prison Clan is one of the six peak clans, we rank dead last in overall resources—less than even half of what a peak clan like the Human Clan possesses. Yet we still firmly hold our place in the Primordial Universe. Why?"

The square-jawed man continued with a sigh:

"Because our Prison Clan has traded the sacrifice of countless lower-ranked clansmen for all of this. Brutal competition, relentless slaughter—to avoid wasting resources, we often eliminate those clansmen who show no hope of breakthrough in advance. Then we funnel the limited resources to the geniuses who dare to fight and aspire to become strong."

"By repeating this pattern over and over, we've forged the Prison Clan's strength today."

Hearing this, Wu Sheng didn't know how other Prison Clan members felt, but he deeply agreed.

If resources were insufficient, this was truly the only way. It was the cruelest law of the bottom rung, yet a great truth for survival and growth.

Like a massive lion pride—the aging kings, the crippled lionesses, the cubs born with deformities—all would eventually be weeded out by harsh reality for the pride's survival.

Because food was limited!

Even the Human Clan, with its relatively vast resources, had to budget carefully, at most ensuring that most ordinary residents could live stable lives.

"Here, I also want to thank the executor who forcibly dragged me into this trial back then. His guidance woke me up completely, so I didn't give up on myself during the trial."

"Now, I pass these words on to you. I hope you can stubbornly survive the coming trial. Even if you know death is certain, hold on until the very end—maybe a miracle will happen."

"Heh, I'm just saying this as someone who's been through it, giving you advice. Miracles—how easily do they appear?"

"Actually, what I really wanted to talk about this time are some points to note in this trial, including the trial rewards that matter most to you."

Hearing this, Wu Sheng's eyes lit up. He knew these rewards were what mattered most to him.