I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Liu Mengxian also suggested, "Let's listen to Mo'er's opinion. There are many ways to handle a matter tactfully."

"Then let me ask you, how are you going to handle this?" Mu Mu threw the question at Yan Ziming.

"Me? Of course, I'll just pretend he doesn't exist. What can he do about it?"

Yan Zimo spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Honestly, if Su Yuchen hadn't saved Mu Mu, Yan Zimo would have punched him right away instead of wasting a single word on him.

"Hmph! Then you have to agree to one condition: if he's present, I must be present too!"

"...Okay, I promise you."

Only then was Mu Mu calmed down.

But this isn't a solution either...

Yan Ziming thought to himself, with such a big light bulb around, I'm afraid this period of time in the community of shared future for mankind won't be very pleasant.

Unfortunately, I was also the leader of the Chinese delegation for this event, so I couldn't just finish the competition here and go back. It was incredibly troublesome.

No, we still need to take some measures.

Let's go meet up with some old friends first.

............

"Phew~~ This is my first time in this place. After taking a look, it really lives up to its reputation."

Mandala opened the window and breathed in the outside air—even at high altitudes, the air still contained plenty of oxygen, so there was no difficulty breathing.

Human civilization still has a long way to go...

Halfway through her thought, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist.

"Gabu-chan~~ Everyone's here~~"

"Okay, remember to behave yourself."

Mandala sighed, half with indulgence.

Over the years, her maid has successfully risen to the status of her girlfriend, and her behavior has become increasingly presumptuous.

Unfortunately, Fia is still at the eighth rank, and it seems that it will take her a long time to break through to the ninth rank. However, her age is just right at the limit of the age limit.

In other words, she is also one of the United States' trump cards in this competition and a favorite to win the championship.

According to Mandala, this is Yan Zimo's disciple, Tiantian, who is participating in the competition for the second time, and her strength is also at the eighth level.

In a sense, this Civilization Cup is a continuation of the last competition...

Mandala opened the door to the conference room, which was already filled with all the official participants from the United States. Upon seeing her, they all showed their respect.

After looking around, the first thing that caught her eye was, "You all know how important this Civilization Cup is, right?"

"Yes! We will certainly not disgrace the United States and will win the championship!"

Mandala gently shook her head. "No, you don't understand the seriousness of the matter yet."

After a moment of silence, she continued, "This Civilization Cup is no longer just a stage for competing against our old friends; another civilization is showing its fangs to us."

At this point, Mandala's voice suddenly rose: "If they win the championship... do you know what the consequences will be? The United States... and indeed all of humanity will be disgraced and unable to hold their heads high in front of them, do you understand?"

"understand!"

"I'm going to give you a strategy now: when you encounter Odyssey members, even if you feel you have no chance of winning, try your best to injure them or deplete their energy as much as possible, reducing their chances of advancing further in every way possible. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

The contestants from the United States were filled with passion and enthusiasm; the idea that those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts is universal.

Odyssey is the enemy of all mankind. Although they can coexist for now, the struggle in the shadows never ends.

Mandala nodded in satisfaction. Next, all he needed to do was inform the team leaders from the EU, Russia, and China...?

Who's outside?

She suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the door. The others were affected and became alert, and the air became murky.

Mandala's gaze was cold. To be able to approach this distance silently, the opponent's strength should not be underestimated; he was at least a ninth-rank expert.

"Ah...sorry, sorry, it seems I've come at the wrong time?"

The door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman walked in. The moment they saw her, everyone present changed color.

Mandala's pupils contracted slightly. "It's you?"

"Why can't it be me? Tell me about what you were talking about earlier."

Yan Ziming strolled in leisurely, scanning the room. Everyone she looked at instinctively lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact.

All directions are silent.

46. ​​Loneliness and Aloofness

—Yan Zimo.

This name has dominated an entire era; she is like a demonic mountain, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the younger generation.

Especially these contestants, they are the elite of the best, the best among their peers.

Without exception, when Yan Ziming's gaze swept over them, they didn't even dare to look her in the eye and lowered their noble heads.

Although the owner of this name was much younger than most of the people present, no one there could compare to her. Even they themselves thought she was from a different world.

Before this, everyone was very nervous, fearing that Yan Ziming, who was still within the age limit, would continue to participate.

If that's really the case, then they're out of the running for the Civilization Cup this year.

This shows how severe the oppression caused by the name "Yan Zimo" was for them.

Looking at her is like staring directly at the sun; just one glance would burn you to ashes in the flames emanating from her...

Yan Ziming had no idea what these people were thinking, or rather, even if he did, there was nothing he could do about it. So he ignored them and greeted Mandala and Fia directly: "Yo, long time no see."

"It's been a long time indeed."

Mandala smiled knowingly, "It just so happens that I'll be looking for you later anyway, so this saves me some trouble."

"Looking for me? Is it about what happened earlier?"

Yan Ziming's eyes suddenly lit up. She had nowhere to vent her anger. She couldn't take action against the older ones for the time being, so she would take it out on the younger ones, Odyssey.

"If it's just what we just talked about, I have no objection."

Mandala gave Fia a wink, then led Yan Ziming to a side room.

After closing the door, Mandala impatiently pinned her against the wall, asking breathlessly:

"You really killed a Sequence-class? And that 'Aurora' at that?!"

"How could it be fake? Although some other methods were used, it was indeed me who killed him."

Yan Ziming helplessly spread his hands. "By the way, was this the topic we were just talking about?"

However, Mandala did not listen to her.

She really did it! She actually killed a Sequence-class monster!

As someone who competed against Yan Zimo in the past, Mandala always regarded Yan Zimo as her lifelong rival and would compare herself to her in every aspect.

I originally thought that after I broke through to the ninth level, the gap between us would narrow, but now it seems that I am being left further and further behind.

I guess after a while, I won't even be able to see her back anymore.

It took Mandala a long time to calm his breathing before he asked with a wry smile, "What is your current strength level?"

"Hehe... I am not very talented, but I am currently trying to break through to the Void Spirit Realm."

"..."

Mandala was speechless. She had only reached the level that Mu Mu had reached when he broke through to the ninth level, while Yan Zimo in front of her was almost at the ethereal level. It was truly infuriating to compare people.

Sometimes she really felt that people like them, who were nominally "once-in-a-century geniuses," were simply no match for Yan Ziming and were practically useless.

They are all from the same generation, and one of them is even younger, so why is there such a big difference in their achievements?

"Forget it, talking to you will only make me angry and hurt my health. Let's get back to what we were talking about earlier."

Mandala, having heard nothing and finding peace in her heart, no longer wished to suffer further, and began to recount what had just happened.

"Originally, I wanted to gather people from Russia and the EU to talk together, but since you're here, let's reach some consensus first."

"Go on," Yan Ziming said, listening attentively.

Do you know the lineup for this Odyssey game?

"do not know."

"I don't know either, but I know they definitely won't send out some weaklings to embarrass us. We need to be careful."

"Yes, indeed... We need to occupy at least three-quarters of the top sixteen seats to avoid losing face."

Yan Ziming agreed with her. No matter what, Odyssey was still a separate civilization, and it was normal for it to be targeted by various countries.

Mandala cut to the chase: "Then I'll get straight to the point. Who are your participants?"