Human Brain Farm-Chapter 412 - 397: Examination

Crack.

The prison cell was covered in blood and debris.

Zhu Zhengwei and Xu Dongsheng walked past the doors of the slave prisons one by one.

Inside each cage were bizarre creatures: snot-shaped green aliens, furry creatures resembling teddy bears... all looking terrified and battered, staring at the outside of the cages.

"Looks like there are many subtypes of exotic beasts," Zhu Zhengwei remarked calmly.

Kazilan, with large eyes and a tail, are considered humans... the main species in the Bo’er Cosmos, of course, they also have other exotic beasts.

"Have you counted the money?" Zhu Zhengwei asked Miss Zhang.

"I did, roughly this amount." She handed Zhu Zhengwei something resembling a calculator.

"Not enough." Zhu Zhengwei pondered for a few seconds, "We need to raid a few more bandit hideouts, to seek justice."

"Why do we need so much money?" Xu Dongsheng broke out in a cold sweat. "Honestly, we’re already among the top in merit among all the teams. We could lay low for a while and wait for things to blow over..."

Most of the time the bandits weren’t strong; the three-person infiltration teams could take them down.

After all, they were elite troops from the Primordial Chaos universe.

But most spy teams hid in the shadows, acting cautiously, not daring to be reckless because they feared the Saints... how could they act so brazenly?

The only ones who dared are probably the ones in front of us.

"No, we still need the money." Zhu Zhengwei said, "According to our investigation, the Divine Realm tournament held every hundred years is about to start, and we need a huge registration fee."

This world also has a system similar to the official seal system of the Great Tang.

Without someone having a rule, they remain a mortal for life; at the very least, obtaining 1% of a Rule Core is needed to become a God with the Power of Rules.

"What, do I have to partake in this world’s imperial exams?" Xu Dongsheng was shocked, "That’s reckless, we’ll be discovered, we’re spies."

"We need to infiltrate the top echelons to be successful spies."

Zhu Zhengwei said, "Also, it’s not an imperial examination. The basic exams in this world are battles; you could say the divine positions are all achieved by martial scholars fighting their way up... there is a Universe God List, similar to the List of Gods, changing every year."

To be honest, the Saints in this universe are quite perfunctory.

It’s estimated they’ve been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, in energy-saving mode, waiting for the next Creator God to appear, ignoring all living beings, which makes this universe rather chaotic and barbaric.

But even with its barbarity, it has formed a ruling Divine Realm resembling the Celestial Court, with an unrivaled omnipotent God of Gods, similar to the Jade Emperor of the Celestial Court.

"Overall, when these Saints are awake, they are perfunctory, sleeping day in and day out... Their governance becomes diligent only in my dreams, as a proper Supreme Saint, to properly work and govern the Primordial Chaos universe." Zhu Zhengwei felt quite speechless.

"So, you’re planning to participate?" Miss Zhang had a poker face.

"Yes, according to the intelligence, we are in the Human Realm, in the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, on countless planets... We need to infiltrate the Divine Realm, similar to the Celestial Court... It’s a small world, but as the core world of the universe, there are many good things inside," Zhu Zhengwei explained.

Zhu Zhengwei had a serious look on his face, "It’s worth noting that the Saint’s Bedroom seems to be deep within the Divine Realm."

Xu Dongsheng: "....."

Miss Zhang: "....."

Both of them were very shocked.

Is this person so greedy, wanting to even seize a Saint’s household?

This is not something a normal person would do, nor something possible!

The unconscious breath of a sleeping Saint alone is enough to annihilate others.

"I understand, after you die, I will retreat with Senior Xu Dongsheng." Miss Zhang remained calm, "Honestly, I think the success rate of this plan is less than 1% because once a Saint returns, being near them will certainly get you discovered."

She spoke sincerely.

Even though it was unclear when the other party might return, waking would be certain death.

This mysterious universe’s terror makes even herself cautious, yet this guy is so reckless.

"No problem."

Zhu Zhengwei was unconcerned, "After I die, you both just retreat."

Only he knew that the Saints would not awaken, and there was no need to guard against them.

The only one to guard against was, however, the Saint beside him, to prevent her from approaching the sleeping main body and instantly awakening it.

"In my lifetime, I feel there’s nothing worth regretting, the only dream is to make one grand move." Zhu Zhengwei said, "Sneak into the Saint’s lair during the assessment, and even if I fail, I will be satisfied... Fortune favors the bold, misfortune befalls the timid."

He’s here to cause a Great Celestial Palace Uproar.

He wants to be the spark that ignites the conflict between the two realms, the seed of war, turning the situation into a murky mess!

Even if something goes wrong and he fails, there are Saints from the Primordial Chaos universe to back him up afterward.

This civilization, already without Saints, how dare they raid the Primordial Chaos universe?

This is what is called using one’s master’s power to intimidate others.

Utilizing their master’s threat against them, then taking advantage of it to empty their master’s hometown!

It seems...

A bit unscrupulous.

But their real master instinctively doesn’t dare come to the Bo’er Cosmos... won’t wake up, perceive the truth, maintaining a delicate balance.

The only variable to guard against is precisely the Saint beside him.

She’s the only one brave enough to take the risk to come, and she’s likely already sensed this world has familiar auras... You don’t need to guard against other Saints; it’s just that this Saint can’t touch the sleeping main body in this universe, or else it’s game over.

"I... got it. We’ll handle the logistics for you, you just go to the tournament." Xu Dongsheng went completely silent, he felt like he’d boarded a pirate ship.

This lunatic, not focusing on self-preservation on the frontlines, but going everywhere to raid and cause chaos, even infiltrating local high ranks?

A week passed by.

After plundering one planet after another, they finally amassed a huge fortune.

Even though they picked softer targets, these beings were all strong in True Skill, mostly around the 70% level, even they found them quite troublesome.

And during this period, Zhu Zhengwei finally gathered enough registration fees. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Can we really do this?" Xu Dongsheng was a bit hesitant; he is the sole normal soldier. "In this world, it seems only the Cosmic Gods of the Divine Realm have Rule Cores... Most people basically practice True Skill, and they are extremely proficient... and the tournament is also about True Skill; one needs at least 80% strength just to qualify for entry!"

Honestly, with over 80% True Skill level, even the Primordial Chaos universe doesn’t have ten thousand such people.

Because no one majors in Basic Skill, but here they are everywhere, and their average quality is extremely high.

At a glance, the War Gods in the Divine Realm are probably at True Monarch Erlang’s level, which is incredibly intimidating.

"No problem." Zhu Zhengwei declared, "Call me the Human Realm’s Erlang God, an expert in True Skill. Next, I’ll step into the arena to fight, while you collect data for me."

Miss Zhang instantly looked sympathetic. She had already suspected he was out of his mind when he confessed to her earlier.

Two months later.

A planet moving in the cosmos, like a meteor, is a dedicated planet for testing members.

The Bo’er Cosmos is actually quite immense, even exceeding the size of seven galaxies, and it’s said that it was deliberately shrunk by the seven Saints to maintain their strength in slumber.

And it is precisely because of this vast inner universe that in order to keep functioning, it continually lures and kills pilgrim civilization after civilization arriving over billions of years, making them supply energy.

"Number 13472964."

On a massive metal arena, a crowd, accepting tests.

"Name?"

"Yang Yongxin."

"Race?"

"Human."

"Specialty?"

"Thunderstrike, known locally as Thunder God."

The registration process was quite simple; Zhu Zhengwei used a fake name for once, and they didn’t even check it.

After all, in this universe, stepping onto this arena is not about morality or origin, nor about reputation or lineage, nor who is handsome, but about your own fists.