The Xuefeng Training Base has a very strict quota for recruiting students each year, with a maximum of 36.
Wingsuit flying is one of the most dangerous extreme sports, and only the highest quality instruction can guarantee the safety of trainees.
A heavy snowfall had just fallen in the Alps, ushering in the true summer season.
Qing Chen walked to the door and knocked gently. He looked at the middle-aged woman inside and said, "Hello, I made an appointment. I'm a student who's coming to register today."
The middle-aged woman gave him a warm hug: "Judging from your accent, are you from England?"
Qingchen smiled and said, "Yes, we came from Birmingham."
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, “I’ve been to Birmingham. You probably weren’t even born then. A long river ran through the city, and the banks were full of hardworking workers.”
As she spoke, the woman brushed the dust off Qingchen's shoulders: "According to the course you signed up for, you'll need to undergo eight weeks of intensive training here before you can actually try flying for the first time. By the way, I've prepared some black tea and biscuits for you. It's afternoon tea time now, so you can introduce yourself to your classmates. Oh, and we also have some people here with very special backgrounds. If you have the budget, you can ask them for some help."
"Hmm?" Qing Chen was taken aback: "Someone with a very special identity?"
“They say she’s from another world,” the woman replied. “By the way, you can just call me Alice.”
"Okay, thank you," Qingchen said, puzzled, and followed her inside.
“There’s one more thing I need to tell you,” Alice hesitated for a moment, “Coaches Tahir and Miguel are no longer at the Snow Peak training base, only Sorel remains.”
"Oh?" Qing Chen was a little surprised. These two were the champions of the exhibition matches last year and the year before, and were considered the best coaches.
Alice explained, "A group of very wealthy Chinese came earlier and poached Tahir and Miguel. The money they offered was enormous, equivalent to the fees of top football players."
Qing Chen thought to himself, "Could the person who poached the coach be Hu Xiaoniu...?"
The Hu Group is now very wealthy. When Hu Dacheng spends money on his son Hu Xiaoniu, it's like the money is blown in by a strong wind, and he doesn't feel any pain at all.
The Hu Group now considers Hu Xiaoniu and his team as its biggest investment.
Not only the Hu family, but also those nouveau riche who once sought refuge with Bai Zhou have signed agreements with the Hu family and merged with the Hu Group to become a behemoth.
Today, Western time travelers are scaling back, while the Hu Group, under the protection of the Parents' Association, is frantically expanding its overseas networks.
These people's investments are no longer limited to money; they are investing in destiny.
Upon entering the training base, the atmosphere was very warm and inviting. More than thirty trainees sat around a fireplace, holding hot tea and chatting enthusiastically.
One man said excitedly, "White Light really messed up the four major guilds this time. Everyone went to Multiverse 8 based on his clearance information, but they couldn't find him there at all. At first, everyone thought he had already come out, but his information was still stuck in Multiverse 8."
"Nobody knows where he is now, and nobody knows what he's doing."
"However, the rankings have been dominated by the four major guilds for so long, and now that someone can take advantage of them, I am particularly excited."
"By the way, has anyone mentioned what this 'White Light' is actually? Could he be a time traveler like us?"
"I don't think so. There aren't any Timewalkers that powerful."
Alice interrupted them with a smile: "Hello everyone, this is your new classmate Tager, who came from Birmingham, England. He will be spending the next 12 weeks with everyone and then fulfilling their dreams."
Qing Chen looked at the group of classmates, and it was obvious that four of them were Time Travelers...
At this moment, a male time traveler saw Qing Chen, smiled, stood up, and shook hands: "Hello, my name is Auden. By the way, I wonder if you would be interested in purchasing F-grade gene serum? This specialty of the inner world can increase your chances of survival."
This was the first time Qing Chen had ever been sold an F-grade gene serum, and besides, he didn't need it at all...
He thought for a moment and asked, "How much?"
Oden smiled and said, "1.2 million euros."
Qing Chen shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, I can't afford it."
Auden ignored him and turned to talk about other things: "By the way, did you know about the attack on Blackwater City by an unknown demigod? That demigod can manifest many crimson hands, and it's said that even the city's defense forces couldn't capture him. He's incredibly powerful!"
Qing Chen was taken aback. Of course he had received Zard's message, so he also knew about Zhong Yu's separation from the team...
But to his utter surprise, Zhong Yu was sent to Blackwater City in the Western Continent by Yan Liuyuan!
This is interesting. He actually hopes that Zhongyu will cause as much trouble as possible in the Western Continent.
The temperature was low in the Alps. Qingchen sat to the side with a cup of red tea, listening to Auden and the others talk about the Western Continent.
He asked curiously, "I heard that the most powerful person in the Roosevelt Kingdom of the Otherworld is..."
Oden glanced at him, somewhat unwilling to pay attention to this boy who couldn't afford the gene serum.
But others were also curious, so he smiled and said, "The most powerful ones are of course King Roosevelt and the four dukes; they are all demigods."
"What are their abilities?" Qing Chen asked curiously.
“Um,” Oden thought for a moment, “The Roosevelt royal family’s lineage is called the Virtuosos, which seems to be related to prophecy and can see other people’s fates. The Arbiters of Storm City are a group of dark magicians who can curse others by their true names. Blackwater City’s are the followers of God, who absorb the power of faith and can temporarily turn believers into powerful warriors.”
Someone asked, "What about Phoenix City and Silver City?"
Oden stammered for a moment: "I don't know about Phoenix City, but the Black Knights of Silver City are a group of people who do extreme sports."
"Huh? Do people in the Otherworld still do extreme sports?" a girl asked curiously.
"I'm not quite sure either..."
Upon hearing this, Qing Chen's pupils contracted slightly.
Could this Black Knights be a branch left behind in the Western Continent by the founder of the Knights?! Very likely!
Logically speaking, if the other party also follows the path of a knight, then the knight organizations of the Eastern and Western continents should have a common language, since everyone has to challenge life and death, and their beliefs will gradually converge.
If you have the chance, you must go and see Silver City.
Oden and the others probably don't have a high status in the inner world, otherwise they wouldn't be so unaware of the specifics of Phoenix City and Silver City.
Qing Chen asked, "What forbidden items are there in the Western Continent? And who controls these forbidden items?"
“Most of the forbidden items are in the hands of the Roosevelt royal family,” Oden said. “There is a tradition in the kingdom that the four dukes must present one forbidden item to the royal family every year, and this tradition has been maintained for many years.”
"What is the status of the Kingdom and the Future Organization in the Western Continent?" someone asked.
“The Kingdom Organization followed the Roosevelt family, and the Future Organization was a vassal of the Duke of Storms. I don’t know how they merged,” Oden replied.
After settling down at the training base, Qingchen's favorite thing to do every day, besides attending classes, was to wait and listen to Oden and the others talk about the Western Continent.
Seven days have passed.
Countdown 00:10:00.
In the dead of night, Qingchen lay in his single room in the dormitory, silently waiting for the countdown to reach zero.
The world was plunged into darkness.
Time travel.
Chapter 816, Multiverse 8: Special Mechanism Triggered!
Countdown 168:00:00.
Outside the tree hole in Multiverse 8, the Black Spider waited calmly: "Hasn't he come out yet?"
Over the course of a day, she left and returned several times, but the state of White Light remained unchanged in the multicultural world.
"What's strange is why he chose Multiverse 8. There's nothing in this Red River Valley instance—no instance, no monster spawn points, no boss, just barren peaks, rivers, and jungles. It's vast, but completely worthless. No points, no S-grade items. What was he doing in there?" a guild member wondered.
Actually, Black Spider himself was also puzzled. This Multiverse 8 was a godforsaken place, so what was White Light doing there?
It was at this time that FFF suddenly posted on the forum: "White Light has found a way to clear the 8th multiverse. This will be a very powerful profession!"
Just a few tens of minutes later, more players arrived in droves, all of them from guilds of all sizes, just to join in the fun.
They inserted the key into the tree hole, waited for it to open, and then entered one by one.
But then something unexpected happened: when the next player inserted the key, there was no response!
"Hey, that's weird, the key isn't working!" someone said, puzzled.
Black Spider suddenly realized something: Multiverse 8 was shut down!
She looked down at the LCD screen in her hand. In the status bar of Multiverse 8, a new line of text suddenly appeared: "Number of people 10000/10000, survival mode activation conditions met."
The superconducting world has existed for hundreds of years, but the 8th multiverse has never gathered 10,000 people!
Therefore, this so-called survival mode has never been activated.
Now everyone is drawn to the fame of the White Light, and it is said that a top-1,000 S-class combat master has also come to join the fun.
The game mechanics have been triggered!
"Survival mode," Black Spider pondered, "Does it mean everyone has to survive for a fixed number of days before they can leave, or does it mean they have to fight to the last person, and only one person can make it out?"
Right now, nobody knows what this mechanism really means!
Black Spider suddenly looked on with suspicion: "He used the huge reputation he gained from clearing the dungeon 136 to immediately enter this dungeon, gather the required number of players, and activate the new mechanic... But how did he find out about this new mechanic?"
At this moment, all players in Multiverse 8 heard a gentle voice: "Supplies will be released every 4 hours. Please make good use of all available conditions and fight to the last second."
Qing Chen was hiding in the jungle at the edge of the multiverse. Looking back at the chaos in the distance, he saw a gray light curtain suddenly appear, connecting heaven and earth, and shrinking towards the center of the world extremely slowly like a barrier.
Qing Chen understood—this was a poison circle!
The barrier slowly contracted, forcing everyone to converge towards the center, like raising a venomous insect, forcing 10,000 people to play Peace Elite and Eternal Abyss!
Qing Chen hid in the tree, lost in thought for a moment, when the sound of airships came from the sky. He then saw boxes with parachutes being thrown one by one into different areas.
He didn't wait any longer, jumped down from the treetop and ran towards one of the airdrop points.
Just as he was about to reach the airdrop point, he slowed down, bent his upper body, and continued to move forward as nimbly as a cheetah.
Players cannot bring their real-world abilities into the game, but their skills are something that cannot be erased from the superconducting world.
Qing Chen has fought countless battles, and the experience and wisdom he gained from those battles are things that ordinary players could never possess.
This also includes pace.
He felt as if he had returned to the time in Prison No. 18, when, in the dead of night, Ye Wan carefully taught him how to control his steps and muscles, and even took him to different cells to learn how to stab someone's spleen...
Thinking about it now, I actually miss it.
The airdrop point landed in the dense jungle.
After arriving at the airdrop point, Qing Chen circled the crate for a while, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he continued to approach.
Qingchen opened the box, only to find a bottle of ointment inside.
He closed the box again, then found a large tree and nimbly slipped into its canopy.