Apocalypse Gachapon

Hunting campaigns that could be called a feast by the vast majority of the cosmic races in the universe were not numerous, and the Planet Hunting Ground was undoubtedly one of them.

Perhaps it was even the most popular one.

There was no helping it; the act of pioneering always filled people with anticipation and, in turn, excitement.

When the large-scale communication connecting all the cosmic races participating in the Planet Hunting Ground was connected to the spacecraft, countless small frames appeared around the massive light screen, densely packed in ten layers. These were all the races taking part in this operation. Ye Zhongming tried to find the Star-Eye Clan among them, but after a while, realized there were simply too many frames, too small to see.

In the center of the light screen was an extremely large and luxurious control room, where some people were busy, but the ‘main character’ was not yet standing before the screen.

“It’s the flagship of the Huo’er Star People, the Return Voyage. It’s currently the most advanced spacecraft among the cosmic races, one level higher than the Golden Light.”

Star Eye explained to Ye Zhongming from the side.

The Golden Light was the name for the type of golden warship that had appeared in the sky on Earth’s Doomsday. Among the cosmic races, it was called various names: Golden Light, Golden Star, Time Thief, and so on.

Ye Zhongming was not surprised by this. After all, the cosmic races had been dealing with the Wheel for countless years. While their current technological level might not have surpassed the Wheel, they had made significant advancements in many areas built on the Wheel’s original technology.

This type of warship, called the Return Voyage, was the fruit of the cosmic races’ technological achievements.

They did not have to wait long. Soon, the sound of footsteps came from the light screen, and a few seconds later, a figure appeared in everyone’s view.

“Hello everyone, I’m Zimu.”

When this person appeared, others showed no particular reaction, but Ye Zhongming and White Robe immediately exchanged a glance.

This was none other than the Huo’er Star prince who was supposed to marry into the Sheke Star People, the one who, although not yet officially announced, was essentially confirmed to be Yisewei’s future husband.

The two were first puzzled, then immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

Under normal circumstances, given Zimu’s position in the line of succession, he certainly would not have been the one to host this camp selection. After all, this was an opportunity to appear before all the cosmic races, greatly enhancing one’s prestige. Usually, such an event was hosted by one of the top successors or a top-tier expert, such as an elder, deputy clan leader, or military commander, with the super-large clans taking turns.

Now, someone who should not have been hosting had appeared in this position. The only explanation was that the Huo’er Star People had done it deliberately, likely to let Zimu show his face, increase his exposure, and then use the momentum to announce the marriage with Yisewei.

Ye Zhongming, White Robe, and Jie Su, who was on the Su Clan’s spacecraft, all made the same conjecture simultaneously.

For them, this was not good news.

Ye Zhongming lowered his head slightly and moved his fingers.

“I won’t go over the rules; everyone knows them well. We’ll go directly to the selection part. But before that, let me say a few words. Although the Slave Race has visited this planet in the Belkana system, for some reason, that Slave Race left midway, resulting in the current situation where mutated lifeforms, parasites, and indigenous people coexist, all of them very powerful. There are two sides to this. On the positive side, we can obtain more resources on it. On the negative side, the risks we face will also be great. Therefore, I hope that when choosing your camps, everyone will base their decisions as much as possible on actual conditions. Do not take risks, let alone take reckless gambles. Especially the small clans that are just starting to show improvement, you must act within your capabilities; do not reach beyond your grasp. Know your status and strength. That way, you can survive better and for longer.”

After speaking, Zimu clapped his hands and said with a smile, “Now, let’s begin.”

After Zimu said these words, the other races did not immediately enter the camp selection state. Instead, they all turned their attention to a certain spot on the light screen, where the Star-Eye Clan was located.

What did the Huo’er Star prince’s last words mean? Why did he say something so out of place? Was he being idle?

Only a fool would not understand. It was directed at the Star-Eye Clan, at White Robe!

Who among the cosmic races did not know the love story between Yisewei and White Robe? The princess of a super-large clan pursuing a warrior from a small clan had become the standard template for all love stories in the seven survivor fortresses in recent years.

Everyone knew this, and naturally, Prince Zimu knew it as well. It would be strange if he felt comfortable about it.

If Yisewei had simply fallen in love with someone else, Zimu might not have acted this way. But even now, the woman who was about to become his wife still steadfastly and resolutely resisted this marriage, even going so far as to argue and fall out with her father, the leader of a super-large clan. Moreover, she had been a favored prodigy since childhood, highly talented, and was not only renowned among the Sheke Star People but also stood out as an outstanding member of the younger generation among all the cosmic races, enjoying high prestige within the Sheke Star Clan. Her stance had directly influenced many also to resist this marriage alliance.

Although, in the end, continuous pressure and concessions from the Huo’er Star People had led to the matter being settled within the Sheke Star Clan, Yisewei went a step further and directly announced that she would be in seclusion for training. Up to now, the union between Zimu and Yisewei had not even been given a public status. It was impossible for him not to be angry.

Thus, on this public occasion, making insinuations to warn the Star-Eye Clan and White Robe felt to Zimu like a slight relief. It also let the other races know that he was not so good-tempered. Although he certainly would not inherit the throne of the Huo’er Star People, he might… become the regent of the Sheke Star People! You, White Robe, had better know your place!

The Star-Eye Clan members were indignant, but faced with the intimidating reputation of the Huo’er Star People, they could only suppress their anger deep down.

“Star-Eye Clan, please choose your camp for this operation.”

Zimu tapped on the light screen. The screen, which had been entirely filled with his image, immediately split into three sections. The upper quarter was divided into two medium-sized frames side by side. One showed Zimu, and the other showed the Star-Eye Clan, who were the first to choose their camp.

The lower three-quarters displayed a holographic map of the Planet Hunting Ground.

Lord Eye stood up and first bowed towards the light screen. This gesture was not for Zimu but was a sign of respect to all the cosmic races.

Everyone watched this masked leader of the Star-Eye Clan with interest through the light screen, wondering which location this small clan, which had just been warned to ‘act within its capabilities’, would choose.

“This time, the small clans of Dark Strip City have formed a joint force to dispatch troops. We choose… the Overlapping Water Dead Zone!”