Those who reincarnate must die.

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"You..." Ning Chengyu wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, what the hunter said seemed to make a lot of sense.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Chengyu changed her perspective: "Then why would you do something like this? Giving away the reward you've already earned?"

At this point, Ning Chengyu suddenly realized, "Could it be that they're afraid we'll hold a grudge and retaliate? Don't worry, they can't beat you. Although I have some connections, a loss is a loss, and I won't do anything behind your back!"

Zhang Lang shook his head: "I'm not afraid. The thing I feared most in this world has already happened."

"Then why?" Ning Chengyu asked, his eyes filled with genuine confusion.

Zhang Lang glanced at Ning Chengyu, then at the others, and slowly said, "For the future of the Shen clan..."

"The future of the Shen clan?" Not only Ning Chengyu, but everyone else's expressions also turned strange.

As profit-driven reincarnators, they never expected to hear such a... profound answer from a powerful figure who had defeated a hero.

Seemingly anticipating this reaction to his answer, Zhang Lang sighed and explained:

"I am strong."

Everyone nodded; on this point, no one dared to object…

"But I'm not strong enough!"

Everyone was taken aback, and Kang Hai, who was standing at the front, waved his hand, saying, "You're too modest, you're too modest..."

Zhang Lang shook his head: "At least for now, I am indeed not strong enough. I am not strong enough to help the Shen Clan win the interdimensional war on my own. That war involves twelve planes and hundreds of thousands of reincarnators. To win it, it doesn't depend on the strength of one or two people, but on the rise of the entire race!"

"If I keep these rewards for myself, it will only make an existing strong individual a little stronger; but if I return them to you, it could create dozens more powerful heroes for the Shen clan in the future!"

Zhang Lang's words silenced the reincarnators. As top-tier sacrificial offerings, they had some understanding of the interdimensional war, a conflict only heroes could participate in. In the main world and the many parallel worlds controlled by the Shen clan, humans were the only intelligent beings, the pinnacle of all creation. However, on the interdimensional battlefield, the Shen clan was merely one of the weakest of the twelve major races…

Indeed, the Shen race, as primates, lacks hard scales, sharp claws and teeth, keen senses, and deadly toxins. Even their muscle growth efficiency is among the lowest. Compared to those monstrous alien races, they certainly have no advantages.

Many of the sacrifices who had just heard this information scoffed at this so-called racial advantage.

What made humans the pinnacle of creation? Intelligence? What era are we living in? Still flaunting physical strength as a talent? Besides, we're all superhumans enhanced by altars. How much of a role will that slight racial advantage play in the later stages? When I become a hero, I'll definitely beat those alien races to a pulp!

Many Shen tribe offerings entered the interdimensional battlefield with this idea in mind, only to be brutally taught a lesson by reality.

Here, everyone is an intelligent race, and each race's intelligence is no less than that of the Shen race. However, the Shen race also has sharp teeth and well-developed muscles. What does the Shen race have? In comparison, endurance is indeed the Shen race's advantage, but in a battle that is fought in the blink of an eye, this advantage is almost impossible to utilize.

Moreover, these racial advantages that are looked down upon by Shen clan novices have a real value that extends far beyond battlefield combat!

Imagine two people entering the altar for the first time, facing an unknown world full of monsters. One is a human who is powerless, and the other is a three-meter-tall minotaur with a muscular body, thick hair, and sharp horns. Which one is more likely to survive and score more points?

Natural advantages can make it easier for those powerful races to get high scores in the early stages of a mission. Once or twice may not seem like much, but when accumulated, it can lead to a huge score difference.

In the altars of the Shen tribe, receiving ten rewards for ten missions and offerings for hero advancement missions is considered genius. However, unbeknownst to many, in some powerful races, this is merely basic; those who need more than ten missions to advance are considered useless.

High survival rate and high score have created many heroes, and naturally there are more experts among them. When fighting against such a race, how much chance do humans have?

Over time, many heroes lost hope in the war, wishing only to survive and live a life of quiet desperation. Some of those sacrificed were also affected, losing all hope for the future.

Altar 241 was home to many such reincarnators. One could even say that these people were subtly afraid of advancing, afraid of stepping onto that terrifying battlefield.

But now, Zhang Lang is showing them through his actions that the Shen clan can also produce experts, and not just one or two. He wants to cultivate more strong individuals for this clan!

"Today it's the Zi clan, tomorrow it might be the Hai clan, the Wu clan, the Xu clan, or even the Yin clan, the Chou clan, and the Chen clan!" Zhang Lang's words were calm yet powerful: "We will have many enemies to defeat in the future. How can we manage without enough strong and numerous heroes? You're willing to protect Young Master Ning, not entirely for the money, are you?"

"The Shen ethnic group needs heroes!"

The reincarnators exchanged bewildered glances. After a few seconds, Kang Hai suddenly raised his hand: "Since the Shen Clan needs me so much, then I will contribute my strength to the race!"

As he spoke, the guy picked up his lost boxing gloves and beckoned to the merchant in the group, "Hurry up and trade with me!"

"Hey you shameless bastard! The young master hasn't even said anything yet!"

"Watch your manners in front of the hunter!"

"Exactly, aren't you afraid he'll wipe you out!"

With Kang Hai taking the lead, the previously tense atmosphere became lively again. Zhang Lang also put away his serious demeanor and looked at Ning Chengyu:

Are you willing to take responsibility for your race?

Ning Chengyu glanced at Zhang Lang, then at the merchant who had been holding the knife for a long time, and finally nodded, accepting the long knife that was rightfully his.

Looking at his beloved knife back in his hand, Ning Chengyu's eyes lit up, and he stroked the delicate scabbard as if caressing a lover's neck.

Having had his fill of admiration, the proud young master looked up at Zhang Lang and suddenly bowed to him.

"Thank you!"

This thank you was not sarcastic or perfunctory at all; it came from the bottom of my heart!

Ning Chengyu had almost forgotten how long it had been since he had sincerely thanked someone.

Zhang Lang reached out and helped Young Master Ning up: "I don't need your bow. If you really want to thank me, bring something substantial!"