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

Chapter 356 Qualifying Rounds - The World of Rules
The appearance of the qualifying rounds caught China off guard.

Lin Xiaohe and all the students at the agricultural school were ready to fight for civilization, but the aliens didn't play by the rules and actually did something like random selection.

"Oh my god! What if they pick a six-month-old baby or an 80-year-old? How are we supposed to play then?"

"This rule is completely unreasonable."

"We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board. They set all the rules, and we have no say in anything. Even interstellar civilizations seek cosmic hegemony."

Overnight, the entire leadership team turned white-haired and visibly aged several years.

In order to increase the chances of qualifying for the competition, the leadership requested Lin Xiaohe to teach the "Cultivation Manual (Popular Edition)" to all Chinese people.

Professor Liu, who came to act as an intermediary, scratched his head awkwardly, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

The teacher's wife sighed deeply, "I don't want to put you in a difficult position, but I can't bring myself to tell you to 'do it if you want, and not do it if you don't.' Just consider this me trying to morally blackmail you..."

"No, how can this be called moral blackmail? Maintaining national security is the duty of every citizen."

Perhaps because she was too powerful, Lin Xiaohe spoke very freely.

“Master’s wife, whatever secrets I may be hiding, I am now a citizen of China. Aren’t you being too distant with me?”

Professor Chen, standing outside the door, coughed twice, embarrassed, to cover up his awkwardness.

To be honest, with the emergence of extraterrestrial civilization and the demonstration of Lin Xiaohe's strength, the higher-ups really didn't treat Lin Xiaohe as an ordinary citizen.

A worry had been hanging over their minds.

Lin Xiaohe is willing to be Chinese now. But what if one day she doesn't want to be?

Lin Xiaohe's strong support undoubtedly put everyone at ease.

From the day she agreed, every night from 7 pm to 9 pm became the time for popularizing the "Cultivation Manual (Popular Edition)" to the general public.

All official news was moved to after 9:00 AM, and prime time slots on both CCTV and local channels were reserved for Lin Xiaohe.

This time slot also set a record with a viewership rating of 63%.

The scene of streets emptying out for thousands of people has reappeared.

Everyone knows that the more you learn, the higher your chances of survival.

A very small number of people questioned Lin Xiaohe and the official decision, but they couldn't stir up any trouble.

The unprecedented dynamism and the people's unconditional trust and support for the government have helped the country overcome one difficulty after another.

Everyone firmly believes that they can do it again this time!

With 10 days left in the countdown, the Iron Country secretly visits China.

They cannot relinquish their national sovereignty, but they can sign closer and deeper cooperation agreements than an all-weather comprehensive strategic partnership.

With five days left in the countdown, the leader of the Russian nation, which has been mired in the quagmire of the east, made a secret visit.

Both sides supplemented and revised the comprehensive strategic partnership of coordination for a new era.

Thirty days is a long time for some people, but a very slow time for others.

As the countdown on the giant screen in the sky reached [0:0:0], that familiar, emotionless, and powerful voice rang out once again in everyone's mind.

The Qualifying Rounds for the Blue Star Civilization Trials in the Solar System have officially begun. Participants have been selected through a lottery...

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In the distant universe, there is a star field that is exceptionally prosperous and bustling.

All sorts of spaceships travel back and forth in the galaxy.

No matter how fast they were or how advanced their technology was, once they entered the core of the star system, they all slowed down, merged into the Star Alliance network, and accepted the Star Alliance's arrangements for their spaceships.

A Covenant observer is holding their post.

He has been in this position for 1354 years and is still just a greenhorn.

There are millions of Covenant observers like him.

Despite the tediousness and monotony of the work, he remained diligent and dared not relax for a moment, for behind him lay the entire civilization.

Once he loses his job in the Covenant, his civilization will lose its protection. Civilizations already exposed to the universe are like a large piece of meat, attracting countless greedy individuals, with only destruction as the ultimate outcome.

"Number 11849, I heard you discovered a level 0.7 civilization?"

Number 11849 is not his name, but the number of his position.

As the most insignificant cog in the machine, he doesn't need a name; a number is enough to represent him.

Covenant observers have their own dedicated communication network that spans hundreds of star systems. This is considered one of their job benefits.

Number 11849 opens the Civilization Trial Grounds.

Nearby Star Alliance observers can view the Civilization Trial Grounds content simultaneously for free, but they do not have permission to participate in the process.

Sometimes the universe is so vast that a spaceship can travel millions of light-years without encountering a single civilization.

Sometimes it can be very crowded, with several civilizations emerging simultaneously in a single star field.

"This little blue planet is really lucky; they are the only civilization in the entire galaxy."

"I can't believe my eyes! Such a small planet has 193 sovereign nations!"

"Number 11839, your decision was right. They really should have had a qualifying round. They even have people living in the Stone Age..."

"Number 11839, you're going to strike it rich this time!"

The Covenant observers were chattering away in the channel.

Once the qualifying rounds begin, the Civilization Trial Arena will open for the sale of movie tickets.

All members of the Star Alliance can pay to watch the trial, and the Star Alliance observer in charge of hosting the civilization trial can take a certain percentage of the revenue.

This little blue planet in our solar system is like a piece of juicy meat. Its civilization level is only 0.7, and it doesn't even have a unified country yet. It's absolutely impossible for it to pass the civilization trial.

Although this planet doesn't have many resources, there are always some thirsty civilizations that don't discriminate.

Furthermore, some civilizations are very interested in carbon-based humanoid beings.

It's obvious that the seats in this trial arena will sell out quickly.

The newly arrived civilized onlookers got excited after learning about the basic information about Earth.

"Oh, they're carbon-based humanoids! The SuiXing Civilization is buying them up in droves. And the price they're offering isn't low!"

"The Zerg are also buying carbon-based humanoid creatures."

"My goodness! The Zerg actually do business?! Aren't they always the ones who love to rob and plunder?!"

"Haha, because carbon-based humanoids are too fragile, the Zerg simply can't keep them alive. So they can't just steal them, they can only force them to buy them, making the seller provide services to take care of the carbon-based creatures."

This information is basically public knowledge within the Covenant, so there's no need to keep it secret.

They wanted to discuss something more in-depth, but suddenly they seemed frozen in place, not daring to breathe.

Two hours later, they suddenly came to their senses, looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"They've returned from the battlefield of the gods?"

"Yes, it almost scared me to death. My spaceship was blocking their way, but luckily the captain reacted quickly and made way for them."

"These lunatics, no wonder they came back alive from that place. Haven't they found their Lord yet? My God, where is their Lord?! I'm tempted to go and find him for them."

"Shh... Keep your voice down. Rumor has it that they were tricked into going to the battlefield of gods by Yanidam."

"They don't get along with Yanidam, how could they be fooled?"

"It seems they say it's some kind of lord, party leader or something..."

Number 11839 paused, realizing he knew about that group of madmen, but they had never come to the Civilization Trial Grounds.

Their goal seems to have always been singular: to find their sovereign. As for the development of civilization or the annexation of other civilizations, they simply don't care.

Number 11839 calmed his mind and focused on the task at hand: "Qualifying Round - The World of Rules Begins."

I write each chapter with trepidation, fearing it will be censored.