Chapter 1

(Noticing that most readers are using mobile apps, they might not be able to refresh the page. They need to long press to reload the directory. To avoid affecting everyone, I have re-released this chapter in the work-related section. This is the real Chapter 66... Those who said it was very coherent, I must say I'm on my knees. Xiao Fan was inside the mountain one second and then came down with a buffer parachute the next. You actually managed to fill in a whole chapter...)

In the high altitude of 20,000 meters, a warship about 400 meters long was quietly suspended.

At this moment, the observation team from the Jinjilang Arena and the military's high-ranking officials were all inside this warship.

This was a near-Earth heavy transport ship specially dispatched by the military. The specifications of the ship were much higher than those currently available on Zicui Planet, and it was even equipped with firepower equivalent to a missile destroyer.

The heavy transport ship was divided into three levels. At the top level, the military officials were seated in a circle, watching ten screens projected in front of them.

There were panoramic views of the lower area and surveillance of key terrains.

The remaining screens displayed specialized battlefield distribution maps.

On the grid map, the dense green dots represented the 100 candidates.

A middle-aged officer with the rank of major general looked at the gathered officials and said solemnly, "Record the data for this session. After each area is reduced, promptly remove the candidates."

Suddenly, he saw someone raise their hand, and his tone paused.

"Major Liu Ze, please speak!"

A major dressed differently from the other officers stood up, "Sir, how many deaths should be controlled in this competition? Should the armored units be regularly deployed to clear unknown dangers?"

The major general pondered for a moment and said, "Do not deploy the armored units for now. Control the death toll in this final to twenty people..."

Twenty people!

Major Liu Ze's eyes widened instantly, and even some of the younger officers around him showed surprise.

A death rate of one in five!

This was the highest in recent years, even double the number from last year.

"The military's upper echelons have already planned this. No further explanation will be given. Major Qian Chen, monitor biological activity. Report immediately if any energy levels exceed 25."

"Yes, sir!"

A young officer with a handsome face stood up and saluted.

Then, the major general turned to the person beside him and instructed, "Deploy the twenty losers' group candidates at 11:00 tomorrow."

"Remember, this final is for selecting elites. This is not a game."

"Yes, sir!" the officers chorused.

Separated by a three-meter-thick partition, the academy area below had no idea that the military had already entered the situation analysis phase. The space below was more than twice as large as the area above.

It was still divided into five zones, and this time each academy had its own independent area. Some people were very happy not to see those annoying faces.

Like that annoying bald head.

A senior observer from Dawnlight Academy was instructing his subordinates, "The damned military hasn't fully synchronized their data with us. With limited data, do your best to compile statistics and keep an eye on the latest information released by the military."

After saying this, he muttered to himself, "After doing admissions work for so many years, what is the military up to this year! If it weren't for the opinions from both chambers, I wouldn't take on this thankless job. What do they think of our academy? A bunch of damned military!"

A young assistant with a pale face was carefully categorizing the screen information, not daring to respond.

His boss's family was in the military. If he, a small fry, spoke up carelessly, he wouldn't know how he'd end up dead.

Seeing no one respond, the senior observer understood their concerns and grumbled a few more words before returning to his exclusive seat. The soft sofa was indeed much better than the hard seats below.

Next door was the Dingchuan Academy's area.

At this moment, a group of observers were busy, but one person was sitting with his legs crossed, showing no intention of standing up.

Seeing that shiny bald head and the bear-like physique, it was undoubtedly Coach Ruan.

No one dared to disturb this gentleman. His aura was not that of a senior observer from an academy but rather a gang leader there to control the scene.

At this moment, Ruan Xiongfeng leaned back in the soft seat, looking up at the large screen projected at a 45-degree angle. He was chewing on a toothpick.

"Really generous. When I was fighting for my life back then, I never saw such a heavy transport ship. If the military's upper echelons say there's no change, I won't believe it. It's getting more and more interesting. Those fools still think it's a regular academy admission process?" Thinking of the dissatisfied expressions of the responsible persons from the neighboring academies, Ruan Xiongfeng felt like laughing secretly.

"Let's see what waves the military can create this time." He said uninterestedly, crossing his legs and starting to watch the projected area map. The rules of this competition clearly piqued his interest.

...

The candidates below had no idea of their current situation. Some were even eagerly opening the mysterious backpacks.

The flight was boring, even if it was just a minute.

"Damn! Are they playing with me? A plunger in the backpack! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! In the primeval forest, where the hell am I supposed to find a toilet!"

A candidate, bored, opened the backpack and found a shiny plunger on a wooden handle, which almost blinded him. Then a string of curses echoed below the clouds.

In the air, countless similar scenes were playing out in the ejector seats.

"Hmm, let's see what's in here... Cans? Tuna, beef, sardine, chicken breast, and a peach can..."

Another candidate, who had just been ejected from the mountain, eagerly opened the backpack and saw a pile of cans.

The Federal Military had even added a metal box inside the backpack to prevent people from finding out in advance. All items were stored inside.

At first, he thought it was a bag of grenades!

Can I swear?

This candidate almost cried.

Was he supposed to survive the primeval forest with just these five cans?

Another candidate, after Mu Fan, also opened the backpack.

He found a waterproof lighter wrapped in thick newspaper inside the metal box.

"A lighter?"

How could they give something like this in such a competition? It was insane!

This candidate, easily angered, casually threw the lighter under the seat.

Most of those who couldn't resist the urge to open the backpack in mid-air were like this. Some, like Mu Fan, took the opportunity to observe the environment below from the high altitude and didn't pay much attention to the backpacks.

The first batch of ejector seats had already started to descend.

Mu Fan placed his left hand on his chest and tightly gripped the side wall with his right hand.

The view kept expanding!

Rapidly descending!

This distance would be fatal if it continued.

Mu Fan's palms started to sweat. In this small ejector seat, the feeling of not being in control of life and death was extremely distressing.

Puff!

The guide parachute suddenly popped out from the back of the ejector seat, and soon a large buffer parachute appeared, with the ground less than 500 meters away.

Swinging down.

Through the transparent canopy, Mu Fan saw a river below, with rapid currents.

He... seemed to be landing in it?

No, there was a waterfall ahead!