Bright, clear, a vast expanse of white, the waiting hall seemed to be immersed in a sea of white light.

Li Changzhou opened his eyes, and all he saw were blurry figures, with new ones joining from time to time.

Players were shrouded in fog, only able to make out whether someone was a person or an animal—though that wasn't always certain, as some people no longer looked human, having grown wings of birds, hooves of cows, and so on.

The players in the waiting hall gradually came to their senses; the sounds of conversation grew from faint to near, getting louder and louder.

Being selected meant the chance to gain an entire planet, but it also meant that they were about to have their hands stained with blood, engaging in mass slaughter.

Assuming the communicable life forms on the target planet were like those on Earth, just killing humans alone would mean 4.8 billion, a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

They could choose to communicate, cooperate, but in just 15 days, was that really possible? To make 60% of the communicable life forms on a planet surrender without any resistance, to accept their demands?

There would be a battle either way, to confirm if there was a foundation of strength for cooperation.

In the process of confirmation, if one side showed weakness, the other would show no mercy and resort to bloody means—either the invaders would be killed or the natives would be slaughtered.

"Welcome everyone~" Xiao Yue's voice came through the broadcast.

Yang Qinglan looked towards the train parked at the platform; the doors opened, and Xiao Yue stepped out, followed by another girl who stared at her with eyes full of mechanical precision.

"Congratulations to all the players!" Xiao Yue clasped her hands at her lower belly, her face wearing a smile, exuding the grace and professionalism of a flight attendant.

"Miss Xiao Yue, how do we form teams?" Some players were familiar with Xiao Yue, having ridden the train she serviced several times.

"It's simple," Xiao Yue made a gesture of introduction to everyone present, "You can start forming teams now, just confirm with each other, and it's done."

The woman with mechanical eyes glanced over, and the players' vision split into two halves in their minds: one half was Xiao Yue, the other was the players in the waiting hall.

To those not selected, the selected players were also just blurry figures, indistinguishable from one another.

"We've disguised everyone's appearance and voices, but if you're still recognized, and your family is captured, threatened—we take no responsibility," Xiao Yue said with a smile still on her face, her hands still clasped at her lower belly, her professionalism as an attendant already gone.

"How the hell do we form teams when no one can see who the fuck anyone is?!"

"You said 'fuck'?"

"A mouth smeared with shit, angel?"

"A mouth smeared with dirt, demon?"

"Hahaha!"

These two confirmed each other in a bizarre way and walked off together.

The hall went quiet for a while before all sorts of voices erupted like fireworks of various colors.

"September 27, I bought you a watch!"

"Honey, over here, over here!"

"Just now we ate kebabs together, chicken legs, chicken wings, loin meat, hot dogs, fish balls, beef balls, duck wings, chicken pieces, chicken sticks, chicken cutlets... no vegetables! (The last sentence was shouted very loudly)"

"Became a player and made my first pot of money, called for Shinjuku NO.1 host!" A woman shouted, likely from Japan.

"I crush all adversities!"

"All adversities crush me!"

—From Kafka, uncertain which country it was from.

"Storming the Bastille, the diamond necklace, kissing Queen Marie Antoinette's hand!" That was from France.

"This world only welcomes beauty!" Perhaps from Xia Country.

"Christmas night Imperial Palace fire, we are the arsonists!" That was Spain.

Li Changzhou hesitated about what to shout.

"Little Li, Old Li, Li Second Master, Li Second Dog, my beloved foolish little brother!"

Li Changzhou lifted his gaze to look at the figure.

"Do you remember the Little Reds, Little Yellows, Little Greens, Little Blues, Little Purples next door who had a crush on you?"

No doubt about it, it was Li Qianxia, the only one who knew about this.

Back in middle school, Li Changzhou received five love letters on the same day. He didn't even know those girls, and when Li Qianxia asked, he referred to them by the colors of the clothes they wore that day—Little Red, Little Yellow, Little Green, Little Blue, Little Purple.

He walked over, "Shut up."

Li Qianxia gave him a look, "Li Second Dog, Li Wawa, Li Gui'er!"

Li Changzhou pressed his right hand against his left, cracking his knuckles with a snap.

Li Qianxia became more excited, "Li Dinen! Are you there?"

Li Changzhou reached out and smacked her on the bottom, causing her buttocks to ripple like waves, and Li Qianxia leaped away like a monkey.

"Sss!!!" She held her bottom, and even though her face was not visible, one could sense her pain.

"It seems we've all been selected," the figure who had been silent at his side suddenly spoke.

"Who are you?" Li Qianxia asked, still holding her bottom.

"Guess?"

"Little Qing?"

"Wrong," Li Changzhou shook his head, "Perform plays at Zhi Tian Park, drink in the evening at Turquoise Pool."

"You guessed it," the figure laughed.

"Sigh," another figure sighed, "Why are you all speaking half-baked Sichuanese?"

The figure was obscured, the voice was changed, but from the sigh's inflection and the words used, you could tell it was the snow lotus-like Yang Qinglan—Li Changzhou would say 'half-assed', definitely not 'half-baked'.

"To conceal our identities," Li Qianxia said proudly, then, without warning, struck fast as lightning at Li Changzhou's bottom.

"Oh! My mistake, my mistake, I was wrong!" Li Changzhou grabbed his sister's thin wrist, holding it tight as a vise, twisting her body like a bent piece of wire.

Just then, two figures approached Turquoise Pool.

"My lord," the voice said softly.

"Only two of you," Turquoise Pool murmured to herself.

Li Changzhou, still holding his sister's hand, gazed toward a place where a ten-meter-tall Demon Shadow strode through the crowd, with head held high.

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