CHAPTER 998: CHAPTER 996: I WANT TO GO TEMPER MYSELF

"Boss, all asset transfers have been completed. Under your name, there are a total of 200,000 civilizations at Level Five: Elementary, Intermediate, High-Grade, and Peak, with a ratio of 90:7:2:1."

"Your shareholding in the Cosmic Martial Dao Association has increased from 50% to 75%."

"Your Cosmic Bank balance has increased by 2%."

...

Gou Sheng took over this job from Gou Dan as soon as he assumed his new position, and now he realizes just how formidable his new master is. A significant portion of the entire universe’s assets has fallen into his hands, yet the astronomical Cosmic Coins compensation only increased his balance by 2%!

"Hey, you guys, cheer up! Why do you all look like your parents died? You all volunteered to give them to me; it’s not like I forced you!" Zhang Menglong accepted the benefits, not a trace of gratitude in his words.

Did you really not force us, or do you have no idea of your own cred points? You even pulled out your ancestors’ names; how could we dare not to comply?

Cheer up—how are they supposed to cheer up? All of their assets were peeled layer by layer, which they’ve accumulated over billions of years. How is this different from losing their parents?

"Mr. Zhang, look, we’ve given you the compensation you deserve and promised what we should. Can we leave now?"

"Alright, I won’t make it difficult for you. Go back home and find your mothers. Be smarter next time, alright?" Zhang Menglong lectured with a sense of authority.

But now the only wish left in their hearts is to never encounter this Zhang family again!

No, they took another glance at the students of the Super God Academy, hoping to never meet anyone related to them either.

Suddenly, a black and purple spaceship lands on the planet left behind by the Zuda Civilization, and a person in some kind of armor jumps down from the spaceship.

Zhang Menglong’s gaze lingered on this person for a long time, with no other reason than the person had an extremely strong smell of blood, even stronger than anyone he had ever met.

This doesn’t necessarily mean the person has killed many people, as he’s only a Level Seven life form. When it comes to killing, which of the Level Nine life forms present here hasn’t walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, surely killing more?

Such a bloody scent is something you can only get by being in a place filled with slaughter for a long time.

Zhang Menglong also noticed that the spaceship this person came in was a military vessel used by a Peak Level Five civilization. But its combat capabilities were not strong; its greatest strength was its speed, ranking among many super-private spaceships.

It’s generally used to relay important messages during wartime.

So looking at it this way, everything fits. The bloody scent on this person must be from the battlefield.

But this makes it even stranger. Even in wars between the highest Level Five civilizations, the main forces are Level Three and Level Four life forms.

Level Five life forms are nearly at the captain or elite level, and they rarely participate in battles themselves as commanders. Such people would have a bloody scent, but not this strong.

As for a Level Seven life form, that person would be a ruler of a Cosmic Empire. Even in those top Peak Level Five civilizations, they would be a Legion Commander sort of figure, usually dueling with counterparts of the same level.

Such a strong bloody scent would definitely be from someone charging at the front lines!

A Level Seven life form acting as a warrior at the front line of a war? Isn’t that quite a waste of talent?

"Ozer? What are you doing here?" The seven Level Nine life forms seem to know this person.

The one called Ozer glanced at Zhang Menglong, unsure whether to speak or not.

"Go ahead," West Moss said.

"Gentlemen, there’s a very urgent matter," Ozer said. "I couldn’t contact you, so I came here directly."

They were just occupied getting beaten up and indeed didn’t have time to deal with any external information.

"Something happened at the interdimensional battlefield?"

"Yes," Ozer said with a grim expression, "the collision of parallel worlds has intensified, and several universe invaders have appeared on our battlefield. Our warriors are dying at a great rate, and it’s becoming hard to hold on. We need a fresh batch of supplements."

"So soon?" Zorg said, "Wasn’t the last batch of recruited warriors just 100 Cosmic Years ago? Ordinarily, each influx should support at least two or three hundred Cosmic Years."

"Yes, but the pressure we are facing this time has suddenly multiplied several times, and the number of warriors falling daily is enormous, so I don’t have a choice..."

"How many people do you need?"

"At least a million Level Six life forms!"

"A million... You go back first, and we’ll figure something out as soon as possible!"

...

The warrior called Ozer left, but he cast a heavy shadow over the seven Level Nine life forms, each wearing a troubled face, looking even worse, as if their parents had died again compared to before.

"What happened?" Zhang Menglong asked, "I think I just heard something about an interdimensional battlefield; what is that place?"

The few exchanged glances, finally deciding to tell Zhang Menglong.

"Zorg, you’ve been there the longest. You explain," they said.

"It’s a Shura Field," Zorg said, "You should know, in our research on time and space, a concept of parallel worlds has always existed, but it has never been proven until now. But I have to tell you; it’s not just a theory. It was proven to exist 24 million years ago."

Zhang Menglong wasn’t surprised at all by this information. The existence of the Super God Academy had already proven that not only do parallel worlds exist, but they also vary in levels, and the universe they inhabit is just a Low-level world.

"These worlds are very similar to ours. Some are purely Martial Dao systems, some are purely scientific systems, and some worlds are filled only with fierce beasts or other life forms we don’t understand. And our world and theirs exist simultaneously."

"Under normal circumstances, we should have no interaction with these worlds. But one day, 24 million years ago, due to some reason, we came into contact and collided with another world. A unified space-time appeared, do you know what that means?"

"War?"

"Exactly," Zorg said, "That’s a world with different cultures and worldviews, and we can’t communicate with them. Moreover, it seems their world faced severe scarcity of resources and space due to overpopulation, so soon enough, we broke into war. That overlapping area is the interdimensional battlefield."

West Moss added, "But later, as these world collisions became more severe, we encountered more worlds and formed alliances with some that also believed in self-protection. Together, we resisted invasions while supporting and guarding each other."

"Are those invaders strong?"

"Very strong!" Zorg said, "On the interdimensional battlefield, even Level Five life forms aren’t considered cannon fodder; only those Level Six and above can qualify as soldiers."

"Wuhu, interesting!" Zhang Menglong’s eyes lit up. He’s had enough of showing off on Earth, and he’s bored of boasting in the Cosmic Civilization. Now there’s a new map!

"I just heard you say you need new blood, are you short of people? No other purpose, mainly wanting a battlefield experience."