You call this a healer?

It's 6:30 in the morning.

"Beep beep..."

Eight new-era buses fueled by divine crystals drove toward the south gate of the base, the two ancient seal characters "Baijiang" on the bus bodies standing out brightly.

"It's the Order Keepers from Baijiang Academy!"

"The two academies that went before were Xuanwu Academy and Qinglong Academy, both ranked among the top three!"

"How envious I am! These young Order Keepers have such bright futures ahead of them!"

"What 'brightness'? This trip is called a monthly exam; if one-tenth of them die, half will die in the future!"

Along both sides of the road, willows swayed gently, and the area beneath them was filled with slum dwellers watching the spectacle, discussing it animatedly.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Look, the Extraordinary Academy is here!"

"The convoy from Baijiang College sandwiched between the top three universities is such an eyesore!"

Everyone immediately abandoned Baijiang College and looked at the end of the road behind them, where three imposing buses were slowly driving towards them.

……

At this moment, inside the last bus of Baijiang College.

Teacher Qin Moyu was dressed exceptionally formally today, wearing a brand-new dark blue cheongsam, paired with a noblewoman's updo, fox-like eyes, long eyelashes, and a full score of allure. She glanced at the 22 students and said in a deep voice, "We're about to leave the city. You've told me everything you need to. Remember, once you enter the wasteland, you will no longer be bound by the base's laws. Get to the station as soon as possible and don't wander around."

Especially…

She pointed to the three "Extraordinary Academy" buses behind them: "Don't mess with the students on those three buses. Not only are they all monstrous geniuses, but their backgrounds are also all from powerful families in the inner city. They are the designated future high-ranking officials of the base, destined to take charge of the military, the State Council, and various government departments!"

Zhou Ming glanced through the rear window. Wasn't this a disguised form of the caste system? Had the power transition already been predetermined?

Indeed, where in the "myriad realms" is there absolute fairness, unless one forcibly carves out a world and power with their fists!

"Of course!" Teacher Qin Moyu continued, "Before the divine, everyone is equal. The divine kills without asking who you are. You only need to focus on your own monthly exams and ignore everyone else!"

As they spoke, they approached the high wall that blocked the divine intervention and imprisoned all the survivors.

At first glance, it appears incredibly heavy and towering, seemingly touching the white clouds, giving one a sense of oppressive heaviness.

Then, the car drove into the dark tunnel under the wall, and after a full three minutes, the light shone down again.

Along with the light appeared an endless expanse of faded, old-world scenery, like the background of an old photograph.

The ruins of dilapidated buildings, withered weeds, rotting trees, weathered wreckage of old vehicles, and decaying skeletons.

Further out, in places that are difficult to see, lies a similar desolation, deathly silence, and swirling sandstorms, as if one were about to enter the Gobi Desert.

This is the color of the air after the disaster, when everything from the old era has become extinct due to the change in air quality!

Each relic of the old era tells a story of its glory and destruction, and the tragedy that followed.

Everyone leaving the city for the first time felt a tightness in their chest at that moment.

Zhou Ming stared at a collapsed bus stop by the roadside. The words "Route 8, next stop Yucai Middle School" could still be faintly seen on the withered yellow bus stop sign. Next to it, a skeleton stood leaning against the bus stop sign, still in a bored waiting posture. This waiting was for life and death, the transition between the old and new eras, and more than 30 years of loneliness without anyone caring about it.

"Creak..."

At that moment, all eight buses stopped simultaneously, and their doors opened in unison.

Teacher Qin Moyu's voice was exceptionally serious: "Great Order Keepers, please disembark and go forth to forge your own wasteland war song. We'll meet at the summit in ten days!"

Zhou Ming and all the students respectfully performed a teacher-student salute, then shouldered their luggage and got off the bus.

Diagonally opposite, there were no fewer than fifty buses from various universities, but they were all empty. Students had flocked into the wilderness, leaving only solemn-looking teachers standing in front of the buses, watching silently.

Behind me, the bus from "Extraordinary Academy" had just stopped, and before anyone even got off, an air of arrogance was already palpable.

Zhou Ming didn't linger and strode forward with his three roommates.

Liang Bucheng angrily cursed, "Isn't this ridiculous? There are four of us at four different stations, in four different directions!"

Ma Liang also said, "I thought we could be assigned together, but this is a complete rip-off!"

"Stop talking, I doubt I'll survive!"

Ma Kun's eyes reddened. "Without Lao San, I'm nothing!"

Yesterday's lottery was quite lively, but which two alumni or classmates you would be assigned to the same station depended entirely on luck.

Zhou Ming drew number 73 from Blackwater Hill, which was completely different from Liang Bucheng and the other two.

At this moment, Raising a hand, he didn't know how to comfort the three. Liang Bucheng and Ma Liang were alright, at least they were combat professionals. Ma Kun was pure nonsense. If he had teammates willing to help him, that would be fine. But if they didn't listen to him, whether he could survive was entirely up to fate.

In fact, if three support classes were to get together, their first thought should be how to survive, not how to score points!

Ahead lies a five-way intersection, where 173 students from Baijiang College will "go their separate ways".

Zhou Ming, Liang Bucheng, and the other two smiled helplessly, wished each other well, and went their separate ways.

Zhou Ming headed to the first stop on the right, and hadn't gone far when someone suddenly caught up with him from behind: "Zhou Ming, right stop!"

Zhou Ming turned around and saw Ye Chen wearing a luxurious retro "mage" robe!

This genius mage's face was filled with undisguised enthusiasm and friendliness. Yesterday's battle had completely shattered the professional barriers and class differences between him and Zhou Ming.

After the anesthesia wore off, he seriously and directly analyzed Zhou Ming as a person, and then he was filled with respect.

It's no exaggeration to say that Zhou Ming only needed a month to dominate the entire grade and reach the peak of his class—he crushed the three genius sword cultivators, Chen Guiqi, and Feng Qi, a level two fire mage, and defeated him.

Even Bai Muwan publicly stated that she had already advanced to the second level of Order Keeper, but she absolutely could not break through Zhou Ming's defense!

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Zhou Ming's future status will definitely be high. He will certainly have a place among the top-tier support players. When faced with challenging environments and formidable superhuman abilities, his role will be invaluable!

It is foreseeable that in a few years, many experts will offer Zhou Ming large sums of money to help them!

Only a fool would refuse to build a good relationship with him at this time!

Zhou Ming asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "It would be my honor if we were assigned to the same station, or even closer to each other!"

Actually, I don't need you at all. I need to be unnoticed so I can secretly solo "dungeons".

Zhou Ming nodded and took out his monthly exam card.

Ye Chen also took out his monthly exam sign.

Both of them looked somewhat embarrassed.

Ye Chen's station is at No. 21 Fengkuopo.

It is far from Blackwater Hill No. 73.

"It's a pity!" Ye Chen said, "We weren't assigned to the same group!"

He paused, his expression turning serious: "However, I have a little inside information for you. The supernatural beings released by the military this time will be exceptionally fierce. Remember not to fight alone. There are too many types of supernatural beings, such as mental attacks, soul attacks, and elemental attacks, which can ignore defenses. You must stay inside the station, use the station as your base, and then cooperate with your teammates to hunt them down!"

Survival is the most important thing; points are the last resort!

Zhou Ming nodded sincerely: "Thank you!"

Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, "Also, you need to be careful of Bai Muwan. It seems she also went to Blackwater Hill. Her marksmanship is among the top three in the ten schools for her profession, and she's skilled with poison, making her even more effective at breaking through enemy lines! As for why, I can't say!"

Without offering any further explanation, he strode away.

Zhou Ming watched him leave. This guy was someone he could be friends with; this was the second time Zhou Ming had warned him.

However, Bai Muwan...

……

At this moment, at the top of the tall city wall behind us.

A middle-aged man with a ponytail stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with a sinister glint as he stared in the direction Zhou Ming had left. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "I want that kid to not come back alive!"

His name is Chen Yuanjing, Chen Guiqi's uncle.

Three people walked out from behind: an elderly man with gray hair and two sharp-looking young men and women.

The old man sighed, "Is it really going to be like this? This is just a conflict between children, and we've already lost five independent cultivators. We don't even know which of his teachers was responsible, and he doesn't hold a high position at the school!"

Chen Yuanjing looked at him coldly: "So what? Do you really think I care about the children's conflict? Or the old lady's crying?"

The old man was taken aback: "Then what does Second Master mean?"

Chen Yuanjing said coldly, "Guiqi's swordsmanship is different. He is the most likely genius to awaken the Sword Saint realm that his family protects in the future!"

"Whether our family can break into the top ten privileges in the inner city depends entirely on him! Now that he's had his teeth broken, his ribs knocked down, and his spirit wounded, how could we possibly let Zhou Ming off the hook!"

The old man nodded: "I heard the Su family has also planted people to deal with him. This kid has really stirred up trouble!"

"Ignore the Su family, just let him disappear into the wasteland."

"yes!"