I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

World Chat Channel.

Have zombies appeared in your area?

"I haven't seen a single zombie, and it's been over twenty minutes."

"What's going on? Is the system giving us false information?"

"It's better if they don't come; we can ascend to heaven while lying down."

Looking at the player conversations in the world chat, Chen Yang frowned even more deeply.

No zombies in other areas either?

The system couldn't possibly be deceiving them; the news of the zombie attack couldn't be unfounded.

Staring at the dark portal in the center of the open space, Chen Yang was filled with doubt.

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Let's rewind to the moment the Ascension Tournament ended.

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"Mr. Zhao Changming, congratulations on your ascension."

A soft but emotionless female voice sounded in my ear.

Zhao Changming suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon a vast expanse of space.

He remembered that just a moment ago he was standing in the arena, shattering the dazzling sun created by Huangfu Qinghe's sunflower.

The next second, he was standing in this unfamiliar place.

This is the center of a huge circular building, with a dome hanging high, emitting a faint glow.

How big is this space? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it can accommodate 10,000 people at the same time.

His nineteen teammates stood around him, each looking on with curiosity.

"We ascended to heaven?"

"Is this the world after ascension?"

"Holy crap, what is that? A robot? Or is it wearing a suit?"

Ahead, two metal robots stood there.

They have curvaceous figures, are in female proportions, and wear human clothing.

A cold, metallic sheen covered their faces, devoid of any facial features.

The female voices continued to emanate from them.

"Relax, it's normal to feel dizzy after just going through the ascension process."

"We are the guides."

"Next, we will take you to the fortress to see the Ascended Administrator."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two mechanical women turned around and walked out of the building.

One of Zhao Changming's teammates touched his pocket and exclaimed, "I'm completely empty from my pockets!"

“Yeah, where are our things?” another person chimed in.

"The control panel? The control panel is gone too!"

The cyborg woman didn't stop, replying emotionlessly, "All your belongings will be delivered upon arrival at your destination."

Zhao Changming took a deep breath and led his teammates to follow the mechanical woman into an elevator-like device.

The elevator doors closed, the cyborg woman pressed the button, and a loud 'thud' rang out.

A slight feeling of weightlessness came over them, and they began to move downwards.

The further down he went, the more alarmed Zhao Changming became.

The elevator had no floor display, but it kept falling for several minutes without stopping.

What kind of building is this? How can it have a space that can accommodate tens of thousands of people while also reaching such a terrifying height?

I doubt that even the most sophisticated technology of modern humans could create such a building.

Just as everyone was feeling dizzy from the long descent, the elevator finally began to slow down.

The elevator door opens.

They arrived at the first floor of the building.

The space on the first floor was even larger than the floors where they appeared.

Zhao Changming's breathing quickened as he watched.

What was the purpose of building such a massive structure?

He suppressed his curiosity, remained calm, and followed the two female robots outside.

We walked out of the main hall.

The moment I stepped outside, a bright and clear view opened up before me.

An endless sky, surging waves.

Having lived in the cramped garden for nearly a month, the group even felt a little teary-eyed at this moment.

A straight, extremely long bridge connects to the entrance of the building.

In the distance, you can see that the end of the bridge connects to a cliff.

Below the bridge lies the boundless sea.

Zhao Changming couldn't help but turn around and look at the building they had come out of.

That is a tall tower.

The tower is buried deep in the clouds, its top invisible.

The tower's base plunges straight into the sea, where the boundless waters shimmer with a deep blue light under the sun.

What kind of building is this?

Zhao Changming asked the two mechanical women a question.

"The Tower of Ascension is used to guide test subjects from other planes."

Two cyborg women walked ahead and gave a brief reply.

"Subjects from other dimensions? Are there other players besides us?" Zhao Changming's teammate couldn't help but ask.

But no answer was received.

From then on, no matter what questions they asked the cyborg woman, they were met with silence.

Twenty players and two mechanical women are moving forward on a long bridge.

The waves surged beneath the bridge, crashing against its pillars.

This sea area is not calm; a huge dark shadow can be vaguely seen moving underwater.

At first, Zhao Changming's teammates were in high spirits, discussing their experience in twos and threes.

However, as the bridge extended, the sounds gradually subsided.

Finally, everyone fell silent, with only the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty space.

This bridge is really too long.

When they finally crossed the long bridge, they came to a fortress built on a sea cliff.

The entire fortress was surrounded by tall, gray outer walls.

Zhao Changming's gaze swept over the isolated fortress, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

He had fantasized countless times about the world after ascension.

But I never imagined it would turn out like this.

The female robot pushed open a small door in the outer wall of the fortress, gesturing for everyone to follow.

They walked up the narrow corridor, their footsteps echoing monotonously between the walls.

We walked around a series of long corridors.

Zhao Changming did not see any human beings.

He even had some concerns about whether what awaited them ahead was human.

One side of the corridor features floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of light.

Looking outwards, Zhao Changming discovered that the fortress covered a vast area, forming a circular shape, with towering white walls defining a plaza.

They were in the highest fortress of this fortress.

At the end of the corridor, a large door stood open.

Inside the main gate was a large room that resembled an office.

There is a long table in the center of the room.

Behind the table, a man sat upright, his black attire impeccably formal.

He was holding a pen and writing something.

"Mr. Soren, the player has arrived." Two mechanic women entered the room and bowed to the man behind the long table.

A woman stood beside the table, dressed in a uniform, with a cool and aloof expression, exuding a cold and distant aura.

She slightly raised her hand, signaling the two cyborg women to step back.

"These are the thousandth batch of ascendants."

The woman's voice was clear yet cold.

Soren, sitting behind the long table, nodded, picked up a file from the table, and slowly scanned it with his eyes.

“Zhao Changming…”

He glanced at Zhao Changming and said in a flat tone, "Your talent is quite good. You were able to cultivate a sixth-tier plant in the first month."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Sauron, and I am responsible for guiding you ascendants."

Zhao Changming's expression shifted slightly, and he was about to speak when Soren raised his hand to stop him.

“Don’t rush,” Soren said calmly. “I know you have many questions. Let me explain the situation to you first.”

The woman standing next to him took over, looking directly at everyone: "Player batch 1000."

"Your world has been chosen to participate in the experiment in the garden space."

"And you are the first among this group of players to ascend and arrive in this world."

Among Zhao Changming's teammates, one couldn't help but ask, "Hey buddy, where's Dave?"

Mentioning this name, the man behind the long table suddenly chuckled: "Dave? Heh, every Ascended one asks that..."

The woman standing beside him added indifferently:

"Dave has been dead for almost nine hundred years."

"what?"

Upon hearing the woman's words, everyone was shocked!

"Impossible!" someone exclaimed urgently. "We always hear Dave's voice in the garden!"

“That’s an AI-simulated voice,” the woman explained coldly. “It’s kind of a tradition…after all, Dave himself hosted the first few sessions.”

Zhao Changming narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are we the thousandth batch of players?"

The woman's expression remained unchanged as she calmly replied, "This plan is initiated once a year, and this is the thousandth time. In other words, this plan has been running for a thousand years."

Zhao Changming frowned: "Then what's the purpose?"

The woman frowned, glanced at him, and said in an unquestionable tone, "You'll find out eventually, but not now."

Just then, the two mechanical women returned to the main hall, each carrying a tray with twenty bracelets neatly arranged on it.

“This is a product of space technology,” the woman said, pointing to the tray.

"Your items are all stored in the bracelet. Also, while wearing it, you can see the bio-panel in this world."

Zhao Changming found the bracelet marked with his number and put it on.

With a thought, he sensed a small space inside the bracelet, where all his belongings were quietly displayed, including the sixth-tier lantern grass and the newspapers.

This gave him a sense of peace in this unfamiliar world.

He turned his head and asked tentatively, "What about the other players who are still in the garden?"

The woman replied, "An ascension competition is held every month, and the winning team will ascend ahead of schedule."

"In the twelfth month, all surviving players will ascend. On average, about 200,000 players ascend each time."

"What about the players who died?" Zhao Changming pressed.

"They will become part of the zombies."

Although Zhao Changming had already guessed the answer, he was still surprised that the other party said it so casually.

They didn't even try to hide the fact that dead players would turn into zombies.

"Why do something so cruel... It's only been one month, and six billion players have died. That's six billion lives!"

One player stepped forward and questioned the woman, his tone filled with barely suppressed anger.

Zhao Changming pulled the player back and stepped forward himself.

Why just let them become zombies?

The other party's nonchalant tone annoyed Zhao Changming.

He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his anger, "What exactly is your purpose?"

The woman's reply remained indifferent: "I've already said, you have no right to know so much."

The man behind the long table simply leaned back in his chair, watching Zhao Changming with a playful look in his eyes.

Zhao Changming could tell that he was the real person in charge of this room.

Now that we're on their turf, we have absolutely no say.