Baobao

"What are you looking at?"

The lord of the Sahara Continent leaned over the table beside Hao Mao and glanced up curiously. Hao Mao was hunched over his work, chewing on the tip of his pen, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Strategist Pavilion test questions from the Mortal Domain's Whole-Sea Talent Selection."

"Uh..."

"You're entering the selection?"

"No."

Hao Mao shook his head and sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Haven't you noticed that the Mortal Domain's questions look much more... professional than ours?"

"I don't even know how to answer some of them."

The lord of the Sahara Continent shrugged and said nothing. Was it really surprising that the Mortal Domain did this better than they did? It was stronger in one respect, so of course it would be stronger in others.

Before long,

it was January 28, year 05 of the Eternal Night New Calendar.

Only three days remained before their departure for the War Mire.

And the much-publicized "Whole-Sea Talent Selection" had officially concluded.

"Domain Lord."

On the Northbank Defense Line,

Wang Kui stood atop the City Wall, gleaming in the late-afternoon sun, and reported, "This Whole-Sea Talent Selection brought in 73,892 people."

"Apart from those selected for the Research Pavilion, everyone has been assigned to private academies for initial group training and basic work such as learning to embrace the Mortal Domain's culture and values."

What was the first thing you did after buying a fully furnished house?

Tear it apart.

Right now, they had to strip away the jumble of ideas these people had brought with them.

Only then could they put them to work.

Chen Fan nodded, raising an eyebrow. He hadn't expected them to recruit so few people. More than a dozen continents had taken part, which meant only a few thousand had