I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

"What happened?"

In the control room, the human leadership looked horrified.

The planet is located in a vast, empty area of ​​space, without any external forces acting upon it. There is only one explanation for this trembling—the planet itself is moving.

A sense of panic filled the control room.

"It moved!" The chief engineer pointed to the data panel, his voice trembling.

The six speakers and others present turned to look.

The planet's speed begins to increase little by little: 1 m/s, 17 m/s, 118 m/s... 1720 m/s.

Soon, the planet resumed its original speed.

"It..." the chief engineer's voice trembled, "is heading back..."

The control room was deathly silent.

At the same time, the registration channel for the First Empire's "Emperor-level Trial" was closed.

All 100 million slots were snapped up on the day the event opened, with the backend showing an oversubscription of more than 30 million.

Those who missed out are still complaining on the forum:

"There's something fishy going on in the registration process."

"The official quota has been predetermined."

"Why didn't I get one?"

"..."

These people have no idea that they are fighting for a one-way ticket.

The Evergreen Empire acted even faster.

They gathered all prisoners in the country serving life sentences and sentences of more than fifty years, and sent them on transport ships in batches under the guise of "rehabilitation and rebirth".

Before departure, each person was given a brand-new gray uniform and a book titled "Imperial Transformation Plan".

The Hunyuan Empire is a "high-level superhuman training camp".

The Empire issued a very formal recruitment letter, stamped with the seal of the Imperial Marshal, claiming that it would conduct a high-level supernatural ability awakening training in the front-line star field, open to all citizens, with limited places available on a first-come, first-served basis.

Registration points were set up in the departure halls of major star ports, and the queues were longer than those in the cargo lanes.

The Xuantian Empire is governed by the "Border Defense Order".

The empire transferred a group of retired veterans and active-duty garrison troops to the front lines under the guise of "rotational border defense," with each person receiving triple pay and a commendation certificate signed by the emperor.

The most direct approach of the Beidou Empire is a nationwide lottery.

The Empire announced a "Starsea Lucky Draw" program, randomly selecting participants from across the entire territory.

The Great Yan Empire is a "Trial of Inheritance".

The Cangwu Empire was "baptized by holy light".

The Radiant Empire is a "space colonization and pioneering" nation.

Tianxuan, Yuheng, Cangming... the remaining empires each used their own methods to send batches of people onto transport ships.

Eighteen empires, eighteen ways, sent 1.8 billion people to their deaths.

In the First Reich, the first selected men, dressed in brand-new combat uniforms, stood in formation on the deck of a transport ship.

Some people gave each other high-fives to encourage each other, while others said into their communicators, "I'll protect you when I return as an Emperor."

Some people look up at the starry sky and feel that they are about to embark on an amazing journey.

They didn't know what the "trial grounds" they were going to were like, nor did they know that the probability of "passing the trial" was zero.

They simply believed the words in the official announcement—highest level, near-death experience, Emperor level.

Eighteen empires, eighteen fleets.

Eighteen billion people embarked on a path of no return.

On the outer edge of the mineral planet, Wang Wei and Qi stood side by side.

Wang Wei was fully aware of the methods and tactics of the eighteen empires.

"They're here," Qi suddenly whispered.

Wang Wei turned to the side and watched as the densely packed transport ships arrived one after another.

The First Empire was the first to arrive!

The first batch of ten million people quickly completed their landing.

They stood on the planet's surface, cautiously and curiously surveying their surroundings.

"Is this where Emperor-level trials are being conducted?" someone whispered. "Something doesn't feel right."

Whispers gradually rose from the crowd!

But at that moment, the dark red gas began to flow.

They surged from cracks in the planet's surface and clung to the nearest people as if they were alive.

The screams of ten million people rose and fell within seconds.

The mutation was completed in an instant—the skin cracked, the carapace covered, and the eyes turned incandescent white.

Wang Wei watched all of this.

Then he raised his sword.

Golden sword light swept across the planet's surface, turning ten million mutants into dust within its glow.

The notification sounds kept popping up in his ears:

"Slay an Emperor-level mutant and gain 1 planetary unit safe point."

"..............."

"Continuous promotion"

The safe house sector has expanded rapidly.

A moment later, Wang Wei looked at the next batch of troop transport ships that were emerging from the warp glow.

The second batch consists of ten million people.

The third batch, ten million people.

The fourth batch, numbering ten million.

In each round, he stood in the void, raised his sword, and slashed down.

The intervals between the falling sword flashes became shorter and shorter, and the movements became more and more skillful, like a surgical instrument that had been calibrated to its limit.

The tenth round,

One hundred million people, or rather one hundred million mutants, were all wiped out.

When the final batch ended, the entire territory of the First Empire was completely covered by the Safe House domain.

"I thought you would hesitate," Qi's voice rang out.

Wang Wei sheathed his sword, the thieving sword hanging at his side.

"Why do you think that?" Wang Wei asked.

Qi said softly, "Didn't you resent the injustice at the top?"

Qi looked at the mining planet and asked, "Is this fair to these 100 million people?"

Wang Wei remained silent.

For his domain to fully protect the eighteen empires, someone must die first.

Is it fair to die first?

The young dragon slayer finally became the evil dragon.

"You're right," Qi suddenly said. "Indecisiveness will only lead to more people being killed."

"A greater crisis is looming, and pity will kill everyone."

Qi continued, "No one forced them to come; the First Empire merely glossed over the truth. They died from greed."

"However..." Qi looked at Wang Wei, "once the truth is revealed, you will be the biggest murderer."

Wang Wei remained silent for a moment.

Now that he's in this position, he can see some things more clearly.

There is no such thing as fairness or right and wrong in this world.

If he wants to save the world, he must increase his strength.

And the price to pay is that someone has to sacrifice.

He is a murderer to the dead, but a savior to those who will live.

It's just a difference in perspective.

Just then, a new halo of leap light appeared in the distance.

A dense formation of transport ships emerged from the halo, their hulls bearing the emblem of the Evergreen Empire.

Another boatload of people, another group of people joyfully going to their deaths.

"The people from the Evergreen Empire have arrived," Wang Wei said in a low voice, unsure whether he was speaking to Qi or to himself.

His sword pointed towards the mineral planet, and the sword light on the blade shone brightly again.

The Evergreen Empire sent prisoners.

On the mineral planet, dark red currents surged once more, entangling new prey.

The gray uniforms shattered in the airflow, revealing dark red lines beneath the skin.

The sword rose, the sword fell, and ten million people were reduced to dust.

"Slay an Emperor-level mutant and gain 1 planetary unit safe point."

"..."

Evergreen Empire

Hunyuan Empire

Xuantian Empire

Dayan Empire,

Cangwu Empire

...........

Qi stood beside him, remaining silent.

She looked at the grooves carved into the surface of the mineral planet by the sword light, like parallel scars.

One after another, the empire's fleets sent their respective citizens to mining planets.

These people died for the empire.

If they were on the battlefield, they would be heroes, deserving eternal fame.

But I could die here.

No honor, no name, not even knowing why they died.

The value they gained far exceeded that of anyone else, yet they received not a single response.

The Great Way is unjust.

Born guilty.