Translator: AnubisTL
"Oh?"
Chen Jiang's curiosity was piqued. He straightened his clothes as he asked, "What kind of global event are you talking about? Tell me more."
"Well, it's a bit complicated."
Scar Dog pulled out a small folding stool from his pocket, sat down, lit a cigarette, and stuck it in his mouth. He spat to the side like Second Uncle Wang sitting at the village entrance before sighing, "I really put a lot of effort into this global event."
He glanced at the suddenly appearing slime on the ground, paused briefly, then turned to Zhao Ritian with a serious expression. "Seriously, it's a waste of your talent that you're not on Blue Star fighting to build a civilized city."
"This talent is good. Even if peace comes, you'll at least have a job to retire on."
"Ahem."
Zhao Ritian scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I'll definitely work on that next time. It's just a reflex at this point."
"No need to change it. It's fine as it is."
Scar Dog took the cigarette from his mouth, held it between his fingers, and flicked the ash into the phantom gate beside him before speaking. "Initially, my idea was to make the entire quiz about human history."
"But then the other race players wouldn't know anything!"
"Exactly. But then I realized that wouldn't work either. Even many human players don't know much about history. For example, if I asked who came first, Liu Bang or Zhuge Liang, most people probably wouldn't know."
"So I thought about using simple, widely known historical questions, like what Wu Song did before fighting the tiger. But the activity failed the review process. Clearly, they couldn't allow something so biased toward human players."
"Take the ape-man race's Suville's activity, for example. It was just a ten-thousand-meter vine, simply leveraging the ape-men's innate ability. They couldn't have a 'ten-thousand-meter ape-man roar' competition."
"Imagine all the race players trying to imitate ape-man roars. Whoever sounds most authentic wins!"
"There are still limitations, you see."
"So the idea of a human history quiz was scrapped."
"Then I tried a different approach. If human history was too niche, what about common knowledge?"
"For example, a quiz question like: 'In a shop, a small hammer costs 40, a medium hammer costs 48, a large hammer costs 19,203, and an extra-large hammer costs 23,023. What is the price of a regular hammer?'"
"Most human players should be able to answer this."
"Other race players with lower spiritual intelligence would likely be completely stumped, while those with higher intelligence would probably treat it like an advanced math problem and start calculating."
"But that wouldn't work either. Questions without any underlying logic are clearly unsuitable."
"After that, I racked my brain for days, unable to sleep. The truth is, humans don't have any particularly obvious innate abilities."
"Abilities like farming or having a big appetite aren't very useful in a global event."
"Unlike the ape-man race, who at least have the ability to climb long vines."
"After pondering it for several nights, I finally figured it out," Scar Dog said, reaching into the phantom gate beside him to retrieve an ice-cold cola. He took a long, satisfying gulp before wiping his mouth and declaring, "The human race's greatest innate ability is having no damn innate abilities at all!"
"Given this, designing a global event requires a completely different approach!"
"We all know what the ape-man race's innate ability is: climbing long vines and maintaining excellent balance."
"The insect race's innate ability? Rapid reproduction."
"The titan race's innate ability? Exceptional durability and endurance."
"The elf race's innate ability? Flight."
"But what happens when you ask an ape-man to reproduce? How quickly can they multiply? Or tell a titan, known for its durability, to fly? How many seconds can they stay airborne?"
"While other races each possess a unique innate ability, they're utterly useless in other areas."
"The human race is different."
"Humans can climb vines a bit, their reproduction rate is decent, their durability is passable, and they can even stay airborne for a few seconds."
"Wait a minute..."
Li Hao, who had been listening intently, was bewildered. "If the human race has no innate abilities, what kind of global event are we even competing in?"
"Are you stupid?" Scar Dog sneered. "Didn't I just explain? The human race's greatest strength is having no single outstanding innate ability. While they excel at nothing, they're decent at everything."
"What's that called? Comprehensive development leading to a high overall score!"
"So, the theme of this global event is to test all racial innate abilities and calculate a comprehensive Race Rating!"
"The final outcome will be that other races win first place in individual categories, but the human race will have the highest overall Race Rating!"
"I racked my brain for ages trying to figure out which category the human race could reliably win."
"Then it hit me."
"Why obsess over making the human race score high? If we make the other races score low, even a mediocre human score will still be enough for first place!"
"Take the elves, for example. They can fly—impressive, right?"
"But their stamina is terrible. We'll just prescribe the perfect remedy: a marathon."
"The human race can't possibly beat the titan race. The titans will definitely take first place. Humans can only aim for the mid-to-upper tier. But if we consistently score in the mid-to-upper tier across all categories, wouldn't that add up to first place overall?"
"That's the human race's greatest innate ability—"
"We're fucking useless at everything, but we're fucking decent at a little bit of everything."
"..."
Zhao Ritian paused, his expression strange, before saying, "You really use a lot of filler words when you talk."
"Thanks."
Scar Dog shrugged nonchalantly. "Never been a civilized person, and after all this time, I haven't changed."
"So..." Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow, unsure how to react. "This global event you've designed is... a mishmash?"
"No, no, Brother Jiang, that name's a bit low-class." Scar Dog's expression turned serious. "The global event I've designed is called... the First Annual Ten Thousand Races Arena Olympics!"
The next moment—
[Global Announcement!]
[Human Player Scar Dog has activated the three-star item: Activity Design Token.]
[Creating the challenging event: First Annual Ten Thousand Races Arena Olympics. All players from each race will participate in this global event within separate spatial arenas.]
[A total of eighteen categories. Based on each race's performance in each category, a Race Rating will be calculated!]
["The race with the highest combined Race Rating across all eighteen categories will be ranked first on the Comprehensive Ranking List."]
["The top three races on the Comprehensive Ranking List will receive additional race-wide rewards based on their ranking."]
["The race ranked last on the Comprehensive Ranking List will face certain penalties."]
["For each category, all race players will compete in individual rankings. The top ten players in each category will receive additional rewards."]
["Event Countdown—"]
["0:59:59"]
A raspy, mechanical voice echoed in the ears of all race players!
["The inaugural Olympic Games of the Ten Thousand Races Arena?"]
The second-generation human guardian stared blankly at the sudden announcement. The word "Olympics" instantly transported him back to a time just months ago, when peace still reigned.
Though people often joked about societal absurdities, the world remained fundamentally peaceful. Daily concerns revolved around Party A's latest idiotic demands, tomorrow's client's equally idiotic requests, the teacher's daily idiotic scolding, and the students' daily idiotic antics.
Deep down, everyone was cursing everyone else as idiots.
But at least they knew they were safe, that their lives wouldn't be suddenly snatched away.
They didn't have to worry about being killed by a sudden global event or ambushed by alien race players lurking in hidden corners.
Back on Blue Star, when they got ambushed in a game, they'd just laugh and curse, "Damn, another rat!"
But in the Ten Thousand Races Arena, getting ambushed by an alien race player was no laughing matter. By the time they were found, they were just a cold corpse. Most of the time, there wasn't even a body to find.
Though only three months had passed, it felt like an eternity.
Memories of Blue Star were fading rapidly.
Hearing the word "Olympics" suddenly evoked a strange mix of familiarity and alienation.
The person who used to swear constantly on Blue Star, spewing "idiot" and "bastard" at every turn, had become seemingly civilized after three months in the Ten Thousand Races Arena. Cursing was now rare.
When a society is filled with profanity, it doesn't necessarily mean the civilization is backward.
In fact, the opposite might be true: such a civilization could be peaceful and thriving.
When a civilization rarely uses profanity, it doesn't mean it's harmonious. Rather, it's on the brink of chaos and even extinction.
Profanity only has meaning in peaceful societies.
It's a specific product of peace.
A seemingly uncivilized phenomenon that can only flourish in the cradle of peace.
In the Ten Thousand Races Arena, however, a tool far more potent than profanity exists to express emotion:
Slaughter.
The second-generation human guardian remained silent for a long time before gazing at the human player Scar Dog's name. He remembered it—this was the person who had sent him five Legion Tokens.
Someone close to Chen Jiang.
A global event designed by human players... wouldn't it naturally favor the human race?
His position as the second-generation human guardian wasn't due to any connection with the previous guardian, historical significance on Blue Star, or exceptional interpersonal skills.
It was solely because of his innate ability.
In the Ten Thousand Races Arena, the human guardian wielded limited authority. Third and fourth-generation guardians would follow, until the human race achieved final victory and secured lasting peace.
In a secluded corner of the Ten Thousand Races Arena, Suville, an ape-man player, stared at the announcement with a shifting expression. "Race Chief, a global event designed by human players."
"Hmm."
The ape-man elder standing beside him nodded. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "The event rules will undoubtedly favor humans, but based on our observations, they possess no unique innate abilities."
"Under these circumstances, no matter how cleverly the rules are designed, humans won't gain a significant advantage."
"We still have a chance."
"Once the event begins, let's see what the eighteen categories are."
"Human player Scar Dog... I remember him. When he first declared war, he claimed all other races were trash. Now it seems he actually has some grounds for such arrogance."
"Humans..."
In a dimly lit study within a satellite city of the mechanical race, an elder gazed at the pop-up announcement, muttering in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "In this Ten Thousand Races Arena, three races possess personal innate abilities."
"The human race is one of them."
"It seems Human Player Chen Jiang possesses a rule talent."
"The Ten Thousand Races Arena hasn't fully opened yet, and the overall situation remains uncertain. Let's take our time and play this out."
"The victor is still undecided."
"But what will this inaugural Ten Thousand Races Arena Olympics entail?"
On a massive tree within the Ten Thousand Races Arena, Elf Player Wang Zi sat, his handsome face adorned with a few alluring drops of blood. He casually took a peeled grape from the mouth of an elf servant beside him and popped it into his mouth.
After chewing slowly for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the announcement before him.
After a pause, he spoke coldly, "Any event designed by that ugly human race is bound to be as filthy and despicable as they are."
"Still, it's time the elves secured a better ranking this time."
"The humans and mechanical races have been hogging all the spotlight in the Ten Thousand Races Arena lately. The elves have become quite inconspicuous."
He rose slowly from his chair and strode forward along the agate dao beneath his feet.
The agate dao was formed by a line of unclothed elf servants lying prone on the ground.
Even as massive feet trampled over their bodies, the elf race maids lying on the ground merely gritted their teeth, remaining utterly silent.
When the global event, "The First Ten Thousand Races Arena Olympic Games," was activated, the attention of players from all races was immediately drawn to it. As a global event, participation was mandatory for all race players.
However, the vast majority of players had no desire to participate in this event.
No one wanted to face another global event so soon after the last one had just ended.
Every event inevitably resulted in casualties.
Maintaining constant mental tension was exhausting.
But in the Ten Thousand Races Arena, there was no option to refuse. The only way to avoid participation was through suicide.
During the final hour of the countdown, nearly all race players were engaged in the same activities: eating, relieving themselves, resting—each doing their utmost to prepare themselves for the upcoming global event.
The countdown seemed to possess a magical ability to accelerate the passage of time.
Before they knew it, fifty-five minutes had vanished in a blur.
Only five minutes remained on the countdown.
(End of the Chapter)
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