Those who reincarnate must die.

Don't want to be eliminated?

Tanka's words left many contestants, especially those who had been re-enrolled, completely baffled.

Who participates with the intention of being eliminated? Doesn't everyone want to win? Isn't this so-called advice just a load of nonsense?

However, some people who already knew a little about the Supernova Tournament have begun to think about it.

With the competition about to begin, these judges, especially the Shenzu judges from the organizers, must already know the complete rules.

Of course, the altar must have restrictions preventing them from saying it, but the fact that they could hint at it like this must mean that if they were eliminated in the seemingly mild first phase of the mission, they would encounter something terrible!

There was no time for further analysis with the contestants. As Tanka finished speaking, the rules in the sky transformed into a massive countdown. The Reincarnators immediately began organizing their equipment, making their final preparations!

As the countdown reached zero, everyone on site lit up with flames, which disappeared from the field moments later.

After the contestants left, the fifteen judges also ignited, and soon the huge altar dimmed.

"Where am I...?" Once the surrounding scenery stabilized, Zhang Lang found himself in a bustling city.

Towering skyscrapers dot the landscape, connected by bridges, forming a complex, multi-layered transportation system. Huge holographic projections are visible throughout the city, with shops, theaters, and public facilities all built atop these buildings, giving the entire city a postmodern, magical feel.

This completely three-dimensional city felt somewhat familiar to Zhang Lang… He himself was standing on an elevated highway connecting the skyscrapers. He walked to the side of the road and looked down through the huge transparent railing, discovering that hundreds of meters below, almost to the base of the buildings, were completely shrouded in thick fog…

"Just as I thought!" Zhang Lang recalled a mission he had experienced before entering the altar, which was also in such a three-dimensional city. The city was inhabited from top to bottom according to social class.

The wealthiest individuals at the very top enjoy sunshine and fresh air, with spacious residences and luxurious amenities.

The middle class lives in relatively cramped rooms, and their weekly wages can barely cover their expenses. They risk going bankrupt, losing their citizenship, and falling into the lower class if they are not careful.

As for the lower levels, they were completely shrouded in toxic smog. The residents of the upper levels, having absorbed some component into the polluted exhaust fumes, experienced a significant increase in the fumes' density, causing them to sink and stabilize in the lower levels. The residents of the lower levels struggled to survive in this toxic environment, surviving on garbage dumped from the upper levels, becoming living air purifiers, resulting in numerous diseases and deformities…

The city where that mission took place was called the City of Dreams, while this time, the mission description mentions the City of Creation... Are they different cities in the same world?

Verification is easy. Zhang Lang remembers that people in this world all have brain chips to assist their thinking. Since implants are not possible for him, he can wear an external brain chip...

Zhang Lang remembered that the last time he entered this world, a brain chip was forcibly inserted into his brain, but it was expelled by his self-healing ability. He was also discovered by the police and taken directly to the hospital... This time, it seems that this step is not involved. Was it canceled? Or was it blocked by his return to simplicity?

However, with his current strength, he no longer needs so-called chips to gather intelligence.

Zhang Lang looked at the passersby and activated his "Electric Eyes Like Torches".

This technique not only enhances eyesight but also provides a degree of X-ray vision. In his current field of vision, every pedestrian appears as a walking skeleton. However, upon closer inspection of the brain, he cannot see any trace of the brain chip.

Could I have guessed wrong? Is this not that world?

Indeed, not only the chips, but also the people in this world haven't shown any signs of other prosthetic modifications. It seems they really are different...

While Zhang Lang was pondering, a monster over three meters tall with a skeletal structure clearly different from that of ordinary people suddenly passed by!

"An alien race?" Zhang Lang's first reaction was that this was a reincarnated alien race, but upon closer inspection, the skeletal structure did not match any of the twelve major races... It was simply a monster he had never seen before!

What's going on?

Zhang Lang turned his head to look in other directions and found that there were strange people everywhere on the street whose structures were completely different from ordinary people. Some were tall, some were thin, some had tails, some had four arms, some had multiple hearts, and some even had bones under their skin like crocodiles...

The normal pedestrians on the street seemed to take these monsters for granted.

So that's how it is, is it biochemical modification?

It seems that the people in this world have not undergone mechanical prosthetics, but rather biochemical modifications that have altered their body structure and even implanted many animal-like organs.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Lang understood the crux of the matter.

Because this place is home to all sorts of bizarre cyborgs, the reincarnators of the twelve races don't seem out of place here; it's practically the perfect arena.

Admiring the ingenious arrangement of the altar, Zhang Lang casually raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air in front of his chest. Suddenly, with the air turbulence, a You tribe creature covered in feathers appeared, and one of its wings had already grabbed Zhang Lang's hand.

"Not bad stealth ability, too bad you've chosen the wrong opponent." Zhang Lang looked at the You tribesman before him and smiled slightly. "I remember you're a three-star, right? Give me the token, and I'll spare you!"

The You tribesman opened its sharp, horny mouth and sneered, "Don't try to scare me... The rules forbid killing between contestants. If you dare touch a single feather of mine, I'll... Ooh ooh ooh!"

Before the You tribe member could finish speaking, Zhang Lang reached out and plucked a handful of feathers from his body, revealing the chicken skin underneath, with blood still seeping from the roots of the feathers...

"I certainly won't kill you..." Zhang Lang sneered, "But as long as I don't kill you, whatever I do to you won't be against the rules!"

The injured You tribesman trembled all over, then suddenly sprang to his feet and kicked at Zhang Lang!

The You tribe does not wear shoes; their feet are covered with sharp claws, and they also have sharp spurs on the sides, commonly known as spurs. These were originally the main weapons of fighting cocks, and even after evolving into intelligent beings, they have not degenerated; they are the You tribe's innate killing move!

However, this attack was no match for Zhang Lang. He didn't even bother to move. With a slight movement of his left hand holding the chicken wing, he caused the You tribe member to lose his balance and fall to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterward, Zhang Lang stepped on the back of the You tribesman: "Even if you don't hand it over, I can still find it!"

But before Zhang Lang could make a move, the You tribesman suddenly opened its mouth and crowed:

"Whoa! Help! Murder!!"

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