Chapter 1318: Chapter 344: Mire World? No, the Path to Heaven_5

But there is only one who truly stands at the Peak: the Emperor God.

Legend says He is the creator of Monster World, and the God in the eyes of countless native Gods of Monster World.

His might can be glimpsed from the power displayed by Monster World’s native forces.

The God behind the Reverse Tide Army that led to them being sealed underground was once one of the Emperor God’s followers.

The Primordial Monster near the battlefield of Reverse Tide and the Soul Returning Clan, the ancient Mushroom whose life structure reached the God Realm, was also once a fragment of Emperor Zhao before His self-dismantling.

As for Primordial Monsters like the Big Mushroom, who knows how many more Monster World still hides.

You could say that every single drop of the Emperor God’s blood can shape a Source Level strand of Rule Power.

Perhaps some of them are right now roaming somewhere in Monster World as Primordial Monsters.

With this, it’s no longer hard to understand why the Life Master didn’t dare to speak the truth outright.

If they accidentally violated some taboo, they would all be wiped out with a wave of a High-dimensional God’s hand.

The Life Master chose to conceal the truth, both to lay out a plan to obtain Player Qualification, and to protect them.

Now everything makes sense.

The Life Master’s humble attitude toward the living beings of this world, the uncontrollable joy when He saw the devices made of crude materials, and the way He used Destiny Revelation to guide them here...

When the truth was revealed, all members of the Destiny Clan had their emotions boil over.

Over thirty thousand hearts thudded violently in silver-white chests, blood surging under the impact of their emotions, kicking up a storm of feeling.

They finally understood that the place the Life Master brought them to was not some barren Mire World, but clearly a bridge leading to the Eternal.

Inside those shells forged from low-grade materials they had despised was a chance more precious than any Rule.

"So that’s how it is... so that’s how it is, hahahaha." Ming Yun, who was sitting in front of his computer, clenched the clan emblem on his chest so hard his knuckles went white.

He recalled that meaningful line from the Life Master—"bet on a future"—and only now grasped its weight.

This was a high-stakes gamble, with their future as the wager.

And the prize was to transcend life and death, and seize a chance to go straight to the World Summit of Monster World.

The Life Master’s seemingly deranged behavior was not Him bowing His head to the beings of Earth, but paying respect to that supreme existence hiding behind the curtain.

Restricting them from moving about freely was also to avoid unexpected accidents.

Having inferred the existence of a High-dimensional God, they felt fear—yet even more so, an ecstasy they could hardly suppress.

If they could become players, they would become members of the Player Corps under a High-dimensional God.

With the plan pushed to this stage, it was already half a success.

They had already obtained official resident IDs of the Earth Alliance, which also meant they had gained the authority to apply for Player Qualification.

The Eternal was now within arm’s reach.

What the Life Master had given them was a fortune that could never be found within the Destiny Clan.

In this moment, every clansman felt as if something in their chest was burning.

The pent-up frustration buried in their hearts these past days turned into Fiery Flames that ignited their surging emotions.

Just as the members of the Destiny Clan, with excited hearts, were planning to use the Player Forum to further learn about the series of benefits after becoming players—

Three long chimes rang out from the direction of the Destiny Tower.

The Spirit Network of all clansmen received the Life Master’s summons at the same time.

Realizing that the Life Master had some major announcement, the Destiny Clan members sitting at their computers decisively suppressed their roiling curiosity and quickly left their rooms.

From high above the city, looking down, silver-white figures surged toward the central plaza like the tide.

At this moment, the Life Throat stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, his silver-white robe fluttering in the wind. Behind him stood a neat row of one hundred Game Pods with black shells, their surfaces glinting with a cold sheen under the sunlight.

"Everyone." His voice was calm and unhurried, yet made all thirty thousand clansmen hold their breath at once:

"What you just saw through the computers is identical to what I saw when I first descended here."

"I don’t know what unknown taboos there are, so I chose to have you retrace my steps and uncover the truth yourselves."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across every face present.

He could clearly see flames leaping in the clansmen’s silver eyes... shock, ecstasy, fear—all so similar to what he himself had felt back then.

"I understand how you feel right now. When I first descended into this world, I was just like you—staring at that glowing screen, going from doubt to trembling... until, after learning the truth, I chose to wager my future on a single gamble."

"Now we have all obtained formal status in the Earth Alliance, which means we also have the authority to gain Player Qualification. But..." the Life Throat’s tone shifted:

"According to the Star Network’s explanation, before Player Qualification is drawn there will be a self-check procedure. Only individuals equipped with Game Pods will be selected for qualification. This is obviously a setting by the High-dimensional God to avoid wasting qualifications. So only those who have a Game Pod have any chance of getting a slot."

He paused, then continued:

"The quota for the first batch of Game Pods is limited to the one hundred units behind me."

Upon hearing this, the plaza instantly fell into Deathly Silence.

Over thirty thousand gazes shifted back and forth between the Game Pods and the Life Master. Some members of the Destiny Clan unconsciously took half a step forward, then forcibly stopped themselves.

Their silver-white pupils reflected those crude Metal shells.

The inferior creations they had sneered at just this morning had now become keys to the Eternal.

"So I’ve decided to allocate these ninety-nine Game Pods through an internal lottery."

"Life Master, didn’t you just say there were one hundred units?" a young-faced clansman couldn’t help but ask.

At this, the Life Throat’s brows furrowed slightly as he glared at this rash junior:

"One is mine. The remaining ninety-nine, you will draw lots for."

After hearing the Life Throat’s allocation plan, the atmosphere in the plaza instantly turned subtle.

The glances cast at fellow clansmen held, alongside their friendliness, a hint of competition.

After all, this was the qualification to tread the path to the heavens!