I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 352 Trial of Civilization
"The weather forecast didn't say it would rain heavily today," Professor Liu said, quickly going to close the window.

A strong wind was blowing outside, making the windows rattle loudly.

Professor Liu was hunched over, his eyes squinting in the wind.

"Dad, let me do it." A large, sturdy body stood in front of Professor Liu, shielding him from the wind and rain.

Snapped.

The windows were closed, and the room returned to quiet, though the large raindrops hitting the glass added a touch of annoyance.

Professor Liu put down his chopsticks and looked at the bean sprouts in the yard, which were being blown about by the wind, his face full of worry.

"These were all planted by Xiaohe herself."

It would be such a pity if it were uprooted by the wind.

Feeling uneasy, the daughter-in-law checked her phone and found that it was raining heavily almost all over the country.

[My goodness, this is terrifying! When have we ever had such a torrential downpour in the north?]

Don't even mention it! I just finished working overtime and got soaked to the bone while walking home.

Wow, what a coincidence. I'm abroad, and it's pouring rain here too.

[Haha, won't the foreign media report again that our country blew up the rain god's nest with a hot air balloon?]

At first, no one took the rain seriously. But gradually, the rain intensified, and the flickering in the sky became more pronounced.

Suppressing their fear, some people joked online, "Could it be that our virtual world is experiencing clipping issues?"

Normally, after he posted this comment, there would definitely be a lot of people laughing at it.

But a full 10 minutes passed before someone replied to him: "I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling."

[Another ominous feeling. Is it because there's been too much talk about this online lately?]

[Principal Lin, come out here quickly, I need you to scold me awake.]

Suddenly, the lights in the house flickered.

After a brief period of darkness, light returned.

"Why is the internet down? Oh no, my cell phone has no signal either."

This makes it hard not to panic!
China is a major infrastructure country; even in remote mountains and forests, there are sometimes cell phone signals.

I live in a first-tier city, how can I not have a signal or internet?!
Professor Liu's son and daughter-in-law took out their satellite phones; they were more alert than ordinary people.

The busy tone on the other end of the phone sent a chill down the family's spine.

Even satellite phones have lost signal?

That night, governments around the world were thrown into chaos, especially the major powers.

The rain gradually stopped.

The moment the sun appeared on the horizon, the constantly flickering sky finally stabilized.

This time, however, everyone who looked up at the sky was stunned.

In that instant, the entire planet Earth seemed to be paused. The sky was painted a deep purple, and a voice, indistinguishable in age and gender, and simultaneously translated into all languages, resounded directly from the depths of the consciousness of all intelligent life, gentle yet carrying a chilling, absolute power.

[To the intelligent life forms claiming to originate from the Laniakea Supercluster-Virgo Supercluster-Local Group-Milky Way-Orion Arm-Third Planet of the Solar System:]
We heard your electromagnetic waves and observed your attempts to ignite nuclear fire and splice genes. You have stepped out of the cradle and arrived at a crucial juncture in the development of civilization.

But the universe is not a desolate wilderness, but a temple that requires order and qualification.

The actual distance is too far, so to avoid wasting resources, we have sent a training ground.

Here, the weight of your civilization, the sharpness of your individuals, and the resilience of your unity will all be precisely measured.

Some of you, chosen individuals, will become the yardstick and the sharpest weapon for your entire civilization. They will face the trials we have carefully prepared for you in the trial grounds.

Based on their performance, and based on your civilization's overall response to pressure, you will receive a rating.

This rating will determine your ultimate fate: Will you join the chorus of the stars as allies? Will you be silenced as a threat? Or will you be completely eliminated as a threat?

The trial begins now.

May your wisdom match your ambition. —The Third Covenant

These words echoed three times in everyone's mind. Then, they transformed into a giant screen displaying both Chinese and English, hanging high above the equator.

"I... I think I've gone mentally ill, I'm hallucinating. I actually heard someone talking about the Civilization Trial..." On the subway, a young man held his head in his hands, his lips trembling.

Oh, my goodness.

He often vents his frustrations online by expressing his wish for the destruction of Earth because he's too tired from work, but that doesn't mean he actually wants it to happen!
It must be a hallucination; you're just too full of resentment, that's why it's like this.

"No, I heard it too."

Passengers in the same carriage, as if realizing something, frantically pounded on the subway doors, shouting, "Let me out! I need to find my parents!"

"Let me out! I haven't spent all my money yet. I'm not buying a house anymore. I'm going to buy food and drinks. I'm going to enjoy life!"

Another person pulled out their phone and, finding they finally had a signal, immediately called their supervisor: "You big idiot, I'm quitting! This damn job! Even with no internet and no signal last night, it didn't stop me from getting up early and squeezing onto the subway to work. Is it because I love my job?! It's because you guys are inhuman!"

After hanging up the phone and resigning, I felt refreshed.

Since Earth is going to be destroyed anyway, who's going to put up with whom?!
The subway arrives at the station, stops, and opens its doors.

Passengers, regardless of whether it was their destination or not, swarmed off the subway.

As life enters its final countdown, they realize that material possessions and the desire to climb the social ladder are so insignificant, not even as valuable as basking in the morning sun or breathing in a few breaths of fresh air.

"Hey, Dad, Mom, you know about the trial grounds too? Yeah, I quit. I'm buying tickets to go home right now. Even if we're going to die, we'll die together!" A young woman who had just started working ran wildly down the street, wiping away tears.

She didn't know why she was running so fast; she just wanted to do it, so she did it.

Ordinary people can easily quit their jobs, but certain key positions in the country quickly stabilize after a brief period of chaos.

They received a notification: "Don't panic, the country has already made preparations. Trust the country! Please remain at your posts and await further instructions."

While the government invited Lin Xiaohe to the meeting, it also dispatched air force personnel to investigate the subtitles.

Other countries did the same; even some small countries sent out their outdated planes to see what was going on.

Whether it's the latest stealth fighter jets or helicopters, they can easily pass through the subtitles without any impact or energy fluctuations, as if the subtitles didn't exist.

What's chilling is that no matter how the planes flew, the clarity of the subtitles was never affected, nor was it affected by even the slightest fluctuation!
"What is this? Could it really be an alien civilization, or is it the work of some major Eastern power?" Inside the white palace of the United States, everyone couldn't help but shiver.