As he watched the mask on "Zehui's" face gradually develop strange patterns-or rather, secret patterns-the captain seemed to see endless illusion realms emerge before his eyes.
"Ze Zhi, save me."
"Captain, I'm going."
"Ze Zhi, there's no point in being so stubborn. Even after joining the regular army, you might still have a chance to transfer to a special army."
Scenes from the past surfaced before his eyes.
Among Universe Masters, he had already lived for a very, very large number of eras, but perhaps the older one grew, the more one feared death.
At first, he had merely wanted to grow stronger before joining the army. After all, the army's death rate was far higher than that of the tribal trials.
Later, however, one familiar figure after another either fell during the trials or vanished without a trace after leaving for the army.
He made it sound good, saying he wanted to join a special army directly.
But that was nothing more than deception-deceiving others and deceiving himself.
He was afraid.
But his fear was a good thing for those around him.
Because even if he killed thirty targets in succession, headed to a special army, and fulfilled ten epochs' worth of mission quotas,
how could that compare to one of the five slots being guaranteed to remain unused every epoch?
In terms of strength, there were actually always people stronger than him in the trials.
But he could not have been more familiar with the trial grounds, and Tier 6 Lords of Laws were very difficult to encounter.
Even if he encountered one, he could keep himself alive.
Their interests aligned, so the others never pointed it out to him, and he simply carried on like this.
Perhaps his earliest teammates had already reincarnated many, many times.
Right,