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

Chapter 385 On Human Diversity (4000 words)
The Blue Star Civilization Trial Grounds quickly became the most popular and fullest trial grounds within the jurisdiction of number 11839.

Many space explorers, upon hearing that Salas had sent the Resonance Hunter and the Magic Paintbrush Ma Liang to the Civilization Trial Grounds, tried every means to obtain a movie ticket.

The spectators in the trial arena naturally refused.

Seats represent not only the right to watch, but also the right to share the spoils of victory.

Finally, user number 11839 applied to sell movie tickets, but only for the movie viewing, with no other additional benefits.

Melina was very busy, but she still paid some attention to the Blue Star Trial Grounds, so she agreed to the application.

Movie tickets sold out instantly upon release.

The new audience members were completely confused.

What's going on? What are the humans on Earth doing? Don't they know they've entered a trial ground? Why are they all doing their own thing?

Could it be that the humans of Earth are so powerful that they can successfully pass the Civilization Trial without relying on collective strength? But this time, the examiner is Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush, and the deputy examiner is the Resonance Hunter!

There are six major tectonic plates on Earth. There are no participants from the Antarctic Plate and the Pacific Plate, and the African Plate only has the Egyptian team, consisting of only 10 people.

The rapid drop in temperature left the 10 contestants drenched in sweat and disoriented.

The same applies to the South American region, where Brazilian competitors are constantly being eliminated.

The North American region has two major representative teams: the United States and the Maple Leaf Country.

The contestants from Canada were divided into two groups: natives and other immigrants.

Abuja was selected again and entered the Civilization Test Field, letting out a long sigh.

Fortunately, the location he teleported to was very close to his hometown. Along the way, he gathered many Inuit contestants.

As the only surviving player from the Maple Leaf Country in the qualifiers, Abujar has a certain prestige and influence.

Under his direction, the contestants dug out their ancestral seal and polar bear skins and used sewing machines to sew warm clothing.

Based on his memory of his grandfather's teachings, Abuja reminded him: "Use reindeer hide for the inner packa and polar bear hide for the outer packa."

“Okay, Abuja.”

Reindeer hide, with its fur facing inwards, is loose and comfortable. Polar bear hide, on the other hand, is windproof and waterproof, making it suitable for outer layers.

After assigning the tasks, Abuja braved the wind and snow and went out of the house.

They were in an area very close to the Antarctic Circle, where all they could see was a vast expanse of white.

Their gathering place is sparsely populated, with only one small supermarket in the whole town.

Abuja drove to a supermarket to search for the supplies he needed.

Due to the sudden drop in temperature, the supermarket's wiring was damaged by the cold, and the air conditioning malfunctioned, making the entire supermarket as cold as the outside.

Abuja looked around and found that all the fruits and vegetables were frozen, only the rice, flour and cooking oil were still intact.

He made trip after trip, carrying rice and flour into the SUV.

A white comet streaked across the sky, and the moisture he had just exhaled clung to the fur of his hat brim, forming a layer of white crystals.

As the snowflakes fell from the comet and landed on the ground, the temperature seemed to drop even colder.

Abuja's genes were screaming, urging him to quickly stockpile winter supplies in preparation for the colder, longer winter to come.

Abuja stepped on the gas and sped back to the gathering place.

He pushed open the wooden door, and a gust of cold wind swept snowflakes into the room: "We're going hunting."

"Huh? What are we catching?" Everyone was bewildered.

"Seals!" Abuja's eyes lit up. "Our ancestors could hunt seals on the Antarctic ice sheet with just a harpoon. Now we have snowmobiles and crossbows, we can definitely do it!"

Compared to the proactive approach of Abuja's group, another group of contestants from Maple Leaf Country remained much more composed.

They settled in the city, found an empty villa, went to Costco, and stocked up on several truckloads of supplies, enough to last them through the winter.

At least, that's what they think.

In reality, during winter, apart from the three northern provinces of Canada, which are very cold, the other provinces in Canada, although they also experience snowfall, rarely see minimum temperatures as low as -20 degrees Celsius.

So when global temperatures drop to -30 degrees Celsius, the contestants from Canada, who are huddled indoors, are in a terrible situation.

They couldn't get out, and they didn't have enough fuel to keep warm, so they were all shivering from the cold.

The Maple Leaf Kingdom, stationed on Blue Star, watched them with trepidation, fearing that they might be wiped out at any moment.

Singapore's experience serves as a stark warning. Even a fool knows that being shrouded in this light will inevitably lead to disaster.

"I regret it so much. I should have stayed in China and never come here."

"Heh, if you hadn't immigrated, you'd be behind bars long ago."

Some of the people who immigrated from China to Canada are people who can't withstand scrutiny. They never intended to return once they left the country.

They did enjoy a carefree and happy time, but they couldn't withstand the arrival of aliens!

When the tide goes out, you find out who's been swimming naked.

Only when a catastrophic crisis strikes do we realize who is truly reliable.

My friend comforted me, saying, "Even if you regret it, it's too late. China has already suspended its citizenship program. Look at the games in America; maybe that will cheer you up."

The American stadium can only be described in one sentence: "a complete mess, a chaotic dance of demons."

Even when the temperature was still -10°C, the situation at the US stadium was already out of control.

Former US President Dennis Trump was selected for the trial grounds. As soon as he entered, the burning ambition that had been extinguished was rekindled.

He planned to establish the American government within the trial grounds, but little did he expect that his grand plan would fail at the very first step.

His car was stolen by a few young men, and his fine suit was stripped off, leaving him only in his underwear.

"Hey, you bunch of bastards, do you know who I am?! Police! Where are the police? Arrest them right now!"

"Yo! Yo!" The young black man laughed loudly while raising his middle finger. "You old bastard, where do you think you are? This is a testing ground for civilization. Do you still think this is your beautiful country? Haha! You actually peed your pants from the cold."

Old Dengzi looked down and saw a pool of foul-smelling liquid running down his bare thighs and onto the ground.

In an instant, he felt completely overwhelmed.

The United States will never accept a president who wets his pants in front of the entire world!

His political career is completely over! He can't possibly go back to the White House and give Trump a resounding slap in the face!
Old Dengzi's eyes rolled back, and he fainted to the ground.

Meanwhile, Les Walton was also selected.

He straightened his neat cuffs and his sharp gaze swept over the surroundings.

Great, there's a Walmart.

He walked with a dignified and elegant gait to the entrance of the Walmart. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a group of people rushing inside to grab things.

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Where is the manager? Bring the manager of this store to see me."

No one responded.

A burly man nearly two meters tall, whose view was blocked because he was carrying too many things, accidentally bumped into Les Walton.

"Feel sorry."

The insincere apology made Leswald frown. He called out to the burly man who was about to leave, "You haven't paid your bill yet."

"Huh?! Pay the bill?!" The burly man looked him up and down strangely. "Hey, buddy, is your brain filled with water? This is a testing ground for civilization, how are you going to expect me to pay the bill?" He didn't have a single penny on him, how was he supposed to pay the bill with his head?

Leswalton's eyes flashed, but he refused to give way, insisting, "What you're doing is illegal. If you don't want to get caught by the police, I can give you a chance to repent."

The burly man looked impatient.

Les Walton quickened his pace: "As long as you're my bodyguard, I can turn a blind eye to everything you just did."

"Idiot." The burly man shoved Les Walton aside without any politeness, but was relentlessly entangled by him.

"What exactly do you want? It's none of your business if I take something."

Les Walton pushed up his glasses and smirked, "My last name is Walton, and I own Walmart. Of course, I have the right to stop you from taking my things."

The burly man racked his brains for a few moments but still couldn't figure it out. He turned to his colleagues in the supermarket and asked, "Guys, is Walton the owner of Walmart?"

"Uh...it seems so?"

"Huh? Isn't the owner of this shop Mauricelia?"

"Idiot, Maristia is the manager!"

"Did you hear that? I'm the owner here," Leswalton said smugly.

The burly man said expressionlessly, "Oh, what proof do you have that you're Les Walton?"

Les Walton's expression froze; he indeed did not have any identification with him.

He racked his brains and finally remembered: "You can search online."

"No internet."

Leswalton was furious: "What exactly do you want? I'm warning you..."

Bang!
The burly man punched Walton-like man on the bridge of his nose, and two streams of bright red blood instantly flowed out.

The burly man blew on his fist, hoisted the things on the ground, and left without looking back.

The same scene is happening in various parts of the United States.

Celebrity? Tycoon? Congressman? CEO?

Who can prove that the house is yours?
Who can prove that the car is yours?
Who can prove that your businesses are yours?
Sorry, but stripped of all the glamour of identity, in the arena of civilization, only fists matter.

When order is broken, the beasts trapped in their cages are finally released. They revel, plunder, vent their anger, and dance and sing amidst the chaos.

This is not an experiment, but a celebration, a release of pent-up emotions.

In the audience, the Salas were drooling with envy. [As expected of the Resonance Hunter, he hasn't even made a move yet, but he's already given us such a chaotic, disorderly, and insane feast.]

The audience watched intently; Blue Star was truly full of contradictions.

[A level 0.7 civilization, yet it doesn't have a unified government—that's truly unbelievable.]

[My black hole! Their civilization is about to be destroyed, and they still have time to fight amongst themselves?!]

Unfortunately, the unequal distribution of resources and wealth, the vast gap in education levels, and the US's deliberate promotion of "happy education" that artificially creates class divisions and barriers, all contribute to the fact that many people can only see their own small patch of land.

I can hardly believe that they belong to the same civilization and era as Lin Xiaohe.

[Actually, I think the qualifying rounds weren't comprehensive enough. Compared to other countries on Earth, China doesn't seem like a country; it's more like a civilization disguised as one. Putting China and other countries on the same stage doesn't comply with the rules of the "Star Alliance Civilization Trial Grounds."]

The audience turned their attention to the Eurasian Plate.

This section has the highest concentration of participants, including not only China, but also Russia, Japan, India, and others.

The contestants here also delivered the most spectacular performances.

The Indian athletes came up with some really creative ideas, which had a comical quality of disregarding the lives of others.

They were truly fearless, daring to do anything. To keep warm, they set fire to the slums.

Black smoke from burning wood and plastic billowed into the air, almost engulfing the entire sky above Mumbai.

"Damn it! Who did this?!" The wealthy neighborhood next door is going crazy.

They had prepared enough coal and food, and safe shelter, and were very confident that they would survive this trial of civilization.

But the billowing smoke and flames, along with the pungent smell, made them feel like they were dying.

In the end, the number of contestants who died from choking was less than the number who froze to death.

The black smoke was so conspicuous.

Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, was very displeased. He quickly froze the black smoke with a few strokes of his brush and was finally satisfied.

The alien viewers couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "What incredible talent! This is truly treating people like disposable resources."

Sometimes, humans on Earth can be even more ruthless to their own kind than aliens. For example, in how they handle corpses… (censored).
If the average person's mind is on the ground, and the Indian athletes' mind is in the air, then the athletes from Japan have already broken free of Earth.

Sanae, the Prime Minister of the Sakura Country, caused trouble and was selected for the Civilization Trial Grounds.

As luck would have it, two-thirds of her team entered the trial grounds with her.

She used an old-fashioned radio to broadcast a message to the entire country of cherry blossoms.

"For the sake of our cherry blossom country, for the survival of each and every one of us, we should seek a wider living space..."

Blah blah blah blah.

In short, she meant that they have a legitimate reason and the ability to move to a better living environment, such as their homeland.

She even cited data from a US think tank to prove that a certain major Eastern power is not scary and can be easily manipulated.

This move deeply shocked the audience at the Civilization Trial Arena.

I can't believe my eyes. What is Sanae using to stage an accident? Her face?

[Hahaha, how did this nation even come into being? Their people actually believed it! They just believed it!]

There are still some people who don't believe it, but due to their collective will, they dare not express it.

That's... insane.

Melina glanced at the Blue Star Civilization Trial Grounds during a break, and upon seeing the chaos, veins throbbed on her forehead.

The tiny flame in my heart was completely extinguished.

The Lord could not possibly be on Earth!
Given the Lord's temper, if a ragtag group like the troublemaker Sanae were to perform in front of her, she would scatter their ashes! They must be completely eradicated, both physically and at the level of the very essence of life.

In fact, Lin Xiaohe was indeed very angry.

She worked so hard to guide Lan Xingfei, and someone dared to sabotage her! How dare they! Drag them out…

However, she was persuaded to stay.

The Huaxia emergency response team tried their best to persuade her, giving a long list of reasons, but only the last sentence moved her: "Yuan Lang will not let them go. You are our trump card. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

Lin Xiaohe thought this made a lot of sense.

There's no need to expose ourselves for a bunch of fakes. If it attracts a whole host of troublemakers, things will get really bad.

She gazed intently at Yuan Lang on the trial ground.

Yuan, you know what to do, right?
I originally intended to divide it into two chapters, but that would have disrupted the rhythm, so I decided to combine them into one chapter.

Writing about Japan (the country of cherry blossoms) is not easy at all; even a single word can get you banned.